OK, so things are finally starting to settle down. Dane's job's been a real tornado lately and he's still pulling 15 hour shifts pretty much every night. But at least he's starting to have a bit of a sense of humor about things. He's starting to feel less like the world is crashing down on him and more like they're all in the same boat together. Crummy sinking scary boat but they're together or something like that. Actually he's starting to think more and more that this could end up being a good thing for him down the line -- like a promotion or something if he can hang on through the craziness.

As for me I've made a crushing discovery. With his new schedule change I've had to put the kids in for longer hours at the day care. It's the cheapest I've found anywhere but still I just figured out last night that after taxes, day care and overpriced gas still the norm, I'm only bringing home like fifty bucks a week. The only reason I even make that is that Dane still can stay home with the girls all Friday.

So now I'm faced with the dilemma of whether or not to quit. I love my job. It's fun and weird and I'd miss the people I work with so much. It's made the time I spend at home nicer and I think it's made me nicer, too. I just don't think I can justify the long hours of day care that are starting to really wear on the kids.

Well, for now we're all going to tough it out. I have to do some real thinking about this one. And right now even fifty bucks a week is SOMETHING... Once we get our taxes back, though, the pressure will be on. Poor me. :( ugh.