Big changes for us this past week, and not just the move. Last Tuesday evening, after we picked up the keys to our new home, Husband said that he wanted to talk to me. Long story short, he wanted to quit his high-paying IT job and take a part-time position as a personal trainer, for an hourly wage less than my pathetic salary. Say what?
So it's not actually as bad as it sounds. He would also make commission his training sessions, and he'll continue to do freelance IT work and various other things. I was thrown through a loop by all of this and I asked if it could wait until, say, AFTER we finish moving, but alas, the offer was immediate. So, instead of packing like we should have been we sat down and crunched the numbers and thought up all the worst case scenarios and... yeah.
I kind of hate this.
Husband is sort of an odd duck. He hates having a job. I know that sounds stupid and that most people don't love every waking second of working for a living, but he is just terribly miserable working the old nine-to-five. I, however, LOVE when husband has a regular job. It means he is awake at normal hours and home at a reasonable time and that he gets roughly the same amount of money on each paycheck at regular intervals. But it makes him so unhappy. And he is my husband and I love him and he had a plan and how can I say no?
So husband quit his job last week. It's actually kind of nice that now my paycheck and my job aren't completely superfluous, but like, not really, you know? I will tell you, though, that I only agreed to all of this as long as we didn't have to postpone any of our baby-making plans. And that we like, officially start trying. So yay to that. It still throws some things off, though, because now we have to get our health coverage through my work, so the option of me staying home with baby is completely out of the question now. I'm a little bummed, but more than anything I want my husband to be happy. So we'll do it.
I'm still digesting it all.