Where's my Hallelujah?

So here I sit. Week four of Josh's unemployment and I can't help but wondering how much longer this could possibly go on. As of Friday, he will have been unemployed for a month. And one month is the longest he has been without work to date. So if we make it into next week with no job hopes on the horizon, then I think I might have to start worrying. Okay, so technically speaking, I'm already worrying. But part of it feels surreal. Every day that goes by without the anticipated phone call is another day where my Tums intake gets a little heavier. Good thing they taste good, eh? I can't believe I'm at the age where I can stand in the antacid isle in the store and list the pros and cons of every antacid on the shelf. At least I'm not riding on one of those automated carts while I'm doing it. (I call them beep-beep carts, by the way.) But honestly, the worst part of unemployment when you belong to a union is the constant wondering. Wondering what the employment rate looks like. Wondering if there's an end in sight. Wondering if you should even bother wondering. It gets old. The only other part that starts wearing you thin is the never ending being together with your spouse. As I've said before, spouses weren't meant to be together in the same room 24 hours a day, seven days a week for extended periods of time. No matter how much love them, eventually you start feeling the pressure of their unending presence. It's the same pressure you feel from the kids when you are a stay-at-home mom. Sometimes you just need a break. But most days are good for what it's worth. Around this time during our last bout of unemployment I wrote a blog called 'Hallelujah'. I was so thrilled that Josh got the 'call' and was back to business. But as each day passes, I just can't help but wonder: Where's my hallelujah?