So, I called work to make sure they had my paycheck because my husband is going to pick it up tonight. I got a nice little shock: I'm out of a job.
No, really. I no longer have a job.
It's not because I'm staying on maternity leave longer...they're just...closing.
I have no job. I mean, I can always substitute teach (if I put Little Man in daycare) but other than that, no job.
I really wasn't ready for that...or expecting it. I was expecting a hostile take-over by my boss' brother-in-law. Guess he didn't like her counter-offer for the business.