moving forward?

So I've been advised not to look for work. My husband is out of work, but is "networking" in an attempt to change that. If only the attempt was enough, but it is not. We can only go so long with this uncertainly. We're scared, especially since I have my illness, and our health insurance situation is in flux.

We tried to have a family conversation about it last night, but the son got upset at the notion that we won't be able to do things like go out to dinner, and buy him $40 books or games anytime he wants.

I thought we had used up our bad stuff quota in 2006, when Bruce's dad died, two good family friends died, and I got diagnosed with a brain tumor, but once again I was woefully in error. It's our time again.

So borrowing a line that I think belonged to Bette Davis, I'm going to have some chocolate; it's going to be a bumpy night.