A vent...

Today is one of "those" days....it feels like things are never going to get better for us. The Huz is having a crappy day at work, and my sheer bliss at being busy at work on Wednesday and Thursday was short lived....it's back to the norm today. On top of that, thanks to our AWESOME Congress, we probably won't qualify to file for Chaper 7 bankruptcy. We have to wait to meet with our attorney tomorrow before we'll know for sure, but my ever-so-reliable gut instinct says we've yet again kidded ourselves into thinking something postive will happen, and it won't. This feels somehow lonely, even though I know there are people all over the country going through this exact same thing. How could we have done this to ourselves? To Lyla? Are we bad parents for getting ourselves into this mess? Bad people? I've always thought of us as "the good guys" - we both have college degrees, somewhat good jobs, we always carry a high amount of car insurance, we got married before starting our family, we saved and saved so we could have a baby, the list goes on and on. And yet, now that we're in trouble, all those efforts seem like nothing....like we wasted our time and energy. Blech. This sucks.