In general, being self-employed is a "feast or famine" way of life and one we've grown used to. But these past two years have been an especially crazy sort of ride. In 2010, MC's work was very slow and we survived mainly on the earnings from the 56 craft shows that we did that year. In 2011, we decided to move to TX to be with his family. MC only moved after securing a job--that promptly fell through once he arrived in TX. After a month and a half, he found another job and the rest of us moved as well. But his job was an hour to an hour and a half away. There were some short work days that didn't even pay for the gas it took to get to work and back. I worked for a few months as a newborn photographer at the hospital (best job ever), but I ended up in the same boat--some days I didn't even earn enough to pay for my gas. After my company cut my pay by $2 an hour, I had to quit. MC soon had to quit his job as well since it was costing him more than he was making. The hunt for new jobs began...and lasted for 4 months. That was 4 months that we had minimal income coming in. Four months in which we just got further behind in our bills.
Unfortunately, this isn't a lonely boat to be in. I know all too many people who are in the same position. Out of work, constantly putting in resumes and going on interviews, but there are just too many people up for the few jobs available. During this time, a dear friend made the mistake of asking how I was doing. That is the magic key that opens the floodgates in Slacker Mom world. I'll be fine and can hold everything together until someone asks that dreaded question. Then the waterworks start. I dumped everything on her and I'm sure she regrets ever asking that but it was too late.
That doesn't make the pill any easier to swallow.