Close, but no cigar

Jacob has worked nights for about three years. I hate this. No matter how "used to it" I should be- I am not. I hate him not being here at night, and I always will. Recently he was offered a job that would have been on DAYS! Days, after so many years of nights! I was so stinking excited I could have just peed (really, not just a saying for me).

But, then came the downside, a pay cut. A rather largish (okay, a really big) pay cut. Ugh. So we prayed about it for a few days, both of us torn between what we wanted (day shift, more time at home, flexible job) and what we had now (money, a life, etc...). It was like a tug of war between faith in God's providence and being a good steward of what we had already. What we wanted vs. fiscal responsibility. In the end, the money won. It was just too much to lose with a baby on the way and us still paying the hospital for my leg rot. The only bad thing is that now that I had that glimmer of hope of having him at home, and it makes it even harder now when he leaves at night, like I have to try to adjust all over again. One day this will change, I'm sure. Until then though, I don't have to like it. I just have to live with it.