Throwing Up, and Money Worries

Sunny did not have a good day yesterday. He had an upset tummy through most of the morning, then ended up projectile vomiting in Nana's car. I had just remarked to my mother, "Sunny is awfully quiet..." when a fountain of liquid came from his mouth and hit the side of the car, followed by a cough, and then another fountain.

We cleaned up and babied him for a while. I gave him a long bath with all his dinosaur toys, he got to drink a 7-Up (this normally NEVER happens, because we don't drink soda and never have any in the house), then he got a PBJ sandwich and a banana while sitting on the couch watching a DVD of his choice. After an hour or so he was totally recovered and ready to go outside and ride his bicycle. I'm not sure what happened; he didn't eat anything out of the ordinary for breakfast. His foster mother once mentioned him having to stay home from school because of throwing up. I don't think it was anything serious.

Sunny has been kind of cranky and oppositional ever since, including this morning.

Guy is very stressed out about money right now, and he said that Sunny might be picking up on that. We really need to control that. Personally, I feel fine. I think as a family we're in a pretty good position. My job is stable, although like any other non-union non-government job, I could be laid off at any time for any reason. If I did get laid off tomorrow, it would suck, and I couldn't easily get another job for anywhere near what I make now, but I'd find something. However, Guy is spoiled because he's been working at what he loves for the last 15 years and he has his own business. He's consumed by what would happen if it goes south. He has hardly any business debt, but his field is very vulnerable to a bad economy.

To me it's simple. Just hold tight, maybe get a part-time job you hate for a bit until things turn around. As long as I have my job, we'd be OK, and if we didn't have my job, we'd still figure out a way to be OK.

I feel very little connection between my job and my worth as a human being. That's easy to say because I'm employed, of course... but back when I was younger and bouncing around, I felt that way. I always went for the jobs that paid the most money, even though they were often the least prestigious ones. And for what I really wanted to do, I never expected to be paid much money for.

My husband is lucky to be doing what he loves and doing it for himself, unlike 99% of the people out there. His many years of hard work and natural skill have a lot to do with it, of course, but landing in the field he landed was the lucky part. The danger is that there's no wall between work and life and worth. He has got to develop that. We've talked a lot about this before.

There's one positive step... we're thinking about renting out a room in our house. We both decided that would be a good idea, as long as we know the person beforehand. There's a friend of my cousin who'd be a good candidate. Of course, we'd have to clear it with Sunny's worker and the roommate might need to be fingerprinted.