I Hate "Up in The Air"

Up in the air.
That's where my life is.
Things are crazy.
ALWAYS!

At the beginning of June, the 2nd to last day of school, Brandon came home early from work and let me know that he had just been fired from his job. My reaction you ask? I'd like to say I was all calm, cool, and collected. But, for anyone who knows me, you know that that isn't true. I freaked out. I cried. I panicked. I held my babies. Kissed them. And, then... I cried some more. We were pretty sure that my parents would allow us to move back in to their house, but we still had to ask. We were pretty sure that Brandon would be able to be instantly hired at a Papa John's, but he would still have to apply and go through the hiring process. I was NOT okay with what was happening to our life!
Now, I was never the biggest fan of Corpus Christi. I didn't feel very loved there. I didn't feel like my family fit in to the ward (that's our church congregation that we attended), and we missed our families. Any family. So, we had been praying for months to be able to get out of Corpus Christi. Brandon had been applying to jobs both in Salt Lake County, and in San Antonio for months. But...NOTHING! It was so frustrating. He didn't like his job, we didn't like where we living, and we were alone. It was pretty miserable. At least for me it was. I was at home with two children, and I never saw anybody or was able to leave our apartment because we only had one registered car at the time.
So, yes, we'd been praying to leave Corpus Christi. So, maybe the chaos that is now our life is our fault. But, I never thought that our prayer would be answered the way it was. Brandon lost his job on June 12 (I think...), and on June 24 we packed up and were moving back to San Antonio.

CHAOS.Chaos is literally defined as "a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order." That is what I feel like my life has been for the past two months. Utter confusion and disorder! TO A "T"! Brandon and I don't do mess very well, but we have now stuffed all of our essential belongings into two bedrooms. There is always disorder. I haven't finished unpacking and decorating the kids room because I want to clean the walls first, and make curtains. So, there's literally a box in the middle of the kids floor. I haven't finished unpacking our bedroom because I want to paint it first. And yet, I can't paint it by myself because my husband works, what feels like, A BAZILLION hours a week.
Like I said "utter confusion and disorder"!
I'm not angry with my Heavenly Father. Not at all. After all, he did answer our prayer. But, I am definitely confused. Why this way? We were finally doing good. Financially especially, and then BOOM no job. Back living with your parents.

Now, don't get me wrong. Brandon and I are UNBELIEVABLY grateful for everything that our parents have done for us during this time. But, let's be honest...who wants to live with their parents after they are married and have 2 children??? It isn't our ideal situation, but it's working for the time being.

Like I said...I hate up in the air...

Here's to hoping things get figured out soon and we can start getting back on our feet again!!!