Update.

Ok, the question I've gotten the most lately is, "What the hell is going on with you two?" I agree, it's been a crazy week, and where things were Sunday and where they are today is DEFINITELY not where I thought they would end!

We'll start with Kyle - I mentioned in my earlier post that he was laid off. His position was eliminated, so that left him out of a job. Fortunately, we received a little bit of severance. He's now searching for a new job, so if you have any suggestions, send them on over!

Now on to me. Due to my increasing MK business and my accompanying, we decided that I could leave my job as a nanny. Wonderful people, but this was not a good job for me. I was ready to give my two weeks' notice on Monday...right before the call from Kyle that he'd been laid off. Tuesday morning we decided that I would go ahead and resign from my nanny job. An hour later, we received a call from my church, officially offering me the job as the music person! (No, I don't know my real title, we'll see what the business cards say.)

Tuesday I resigned - my last day is January 30th, Kyle's birthday, and I start at the church February 1st! So things are looking up on my air, but we aren't sure where they are going in Kyle's direction.

Things are definitely interesting in the Gibson household! I try and keep everyone posted on the latest developments!

Seriously? Seriously.

In the Gibson house we've been sucked into a game of Musical Chairs: The Job Version. It's been going on for about a year now, starting with our previous company. There we weren't sure if the music was going to stop or if we needed to start moving around looking for another chair. But the music stopped, and we were both left on the floor. (Yes, "music stop" pun intended.)

At this point, I became a bit of a chair whore, hopping around to a few different chairs, holding onto about 3 at a time. For the last six months, I've held on to my Mary Kay chair, and my church chair, although that chair is changing, and I've flown through the retail chair and the nanny chair, but more on that later.

As for my dear husband, he keeps getting the chairs knocked out from under him. After being left on the floor, he went in search of a new chair - interviews, resumes, you know the routine. He finally landed a chair, and although it was not his favorite, in fact, he grew to hate that freakin chair, it was a chair, and he was glad to have one in a game where the chairs are few, and many are left out.

Until Monday.

That's right, K is back in the game. He was laid off on Monday, and is once again searching for that new chair. I mentioned mine was changing - I will be going to work for the church and the music ministry at St. Peter beginning February 1st. I am extremely happy about this upgrade, and I have to admit, I was REALLY happy to drop the nanny chair.

So where does that leave us?

Searching. The music is playing, and we're walking in circles, trying not to accidentally fall on our asses by sitting too quickly, but having enough faith to try and sit.

There's no subsitute for time...

From a John Mayer song, but so so true. Unfortunately, time doesn't always fix things. It's been 9 months since our world fell apart, and while time has healed some wounds, we still aren't back on top, or even on the elevator. We're stuck on the first floor.

There are so many questions that remain unanswered, so much still to decide on the future of our life. I'd love to say that despite all of this, there's a peace about it all, but honestly, I can't say that. Things aren't ok, and it'll still be awhile before they are, and I guess sometimes you're just stuck in a rut.

The last time I struggled through something I thought I wouldn't get through, I did make it, and came out of it stronger. I can only hope that this will once again prove to be something that turns out to be great.