Hubby has Bronchitis and is one sick puppy.

It has been a chore to get the fool to not go outside and get sicker.

He keeps insisting that we need more soda and wants to go out and buy more, in the freezing cold.

There were some issues with UE but it looks like my husband will get it, so we've got that going for us.

In the meantime.

I have two doctor's appointments tomorrow, one on Tuesday, and one on Thursday.

We have to put in our monthly notice to our complex.
Start selling stuff.
Start cleaning stuff.
Start packing stuff.

We might end up in SD for awhile, but who knows how that will pan out.

We are fighting.

I don't know where any of this is going.

I got a new cellphone.

Nothing else to talk about, I'm in survival mode.

Live for the next day.

Today and all the days before it.

I started putting the ornaments from our tree away today.
I worked for about half an hour, and gave up.
I will work on it more tomorrow.

I have to start thinking about what to get ride of and what to keep.

What do I mean?

We are living the American dream.

It started when Hubby and I bought a house.

I had a steady job, and he had just started his and so we had more then enough money to buy the house we did. We did not buy too much of a house, had a low rate and moved in and all was well. Few months later, my hubby was let go from his new job. There were a lot of issues and under handedness going on in that job, but long story short, he was out of work. He stayed out of work for 17 months. 
We incurred so much debt, and still can't get out from under that nightmare. 
When my husband found a job in another state we thought our prayers had been answered and we moved.
My job did not go with me, so I was unemployed for several months, but landed a seasonal job that ended too soon. I was on unemployment again. I have been on six job interviews and had no one nibble.

That ran out, my husband had health issues relating to his feet and was soon having trouble and hating his current job. He was soon let go of that job as well. Dec. 21 was his last day.

We'll find out this week if he'll get unemployment. 

Even if he does get it, we can't live off of it.

So now I am looking at everything I don't really need, and thinking of all that I can take with me. Stuff that folds down flat or stacks small are a must. 

We will most likely be moving in with my family in Huntsville. Hubby is dreading that, and is already trying to make the worst of it. "I'll be going there as a loser  Not smart enough to keep my job. Wasting my degree." He went down this path before, and became evil husband and I had to leave him.
I did for several months.

I am trying to give him some slack since this is a huge blow and hard on me too.

There are worst things out there, we are doing alright.

We are not in jail, in the hospital, or without people who can help us or love us.

I still don't like where I fear this is going.

We'll see.