The light at the end of the tunnel...

Well, I have survived a mass layoff (in which both my husband and I were laid off), a year of struggling through LPN school while living on unemployment, and now my husband working out of town as a contract worker. Toward the end of school, we all joked about being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel and joking that we hoped it wasn't attached to a train. With school done about a month and a half ago and still no job prospects in sight, I am sitting at home with my three year old while the five year old and eleven year old are at school. Unemployment is on the verge of ending and no one in the immediate area is hiring LPNs. Two hours north or south and the job market perks up a bit, but that means uprooting and moving. Selling our house is not likely given the current housing market. I feel like that train we all joked about is barreling my way. As I brace for impact, I fight to keep order in my house of chaos. With my husband gone, my kids have turned into demonic beings that I don't sometimes recognize. I feel like all I do these days is yell and ground from whatever I can use against them. They are using my sanity against me...