just wait until April when the post-partum depression sets in

As you know we're expecting our second baby at the beginning of April and (you might not know) Mr. Doodlebug's employer gives 12 weeks of paid paternity (and maternity) leave. It was going to be a good year until Mr. D's bosses told him that he wouldn't have a job unless we moved back to DC. Even then he would be paid the same as he is here in Philly where the cost of living, specifically housing, is a lot cheaper. Moving to DC is a bad idea all around. We'd have to sell our house for much less than we paid for it three and a half years ago and buy a smaller crappier house in DC with the money. Or we could rent our house here (we have no idea how hard that might be) and rent in DC until the housing market picked up again and then sell our house. Not to mention that I really don't want to leave Philly. We've made a life here, we have friends here, baby Doodle has friends here. We're comfortable raising our kids here. God damn Mr. D's employer for forcing him out of his job in the middle of a recession (he's not being forced out for economic reasons, he's being pushed down to DC, the job itself still exists and they would be happy for him to keep it -- in DC).

In the same conversation when his bosses told him that his job was moving to DC they told him there is a job within the organization that he could have and stay in Philly, but it's not ideal. Mr. D talked to the man in charge of hiring for that job and it turns out it's not a done deal and, in fact, that job might be moving to DC too!

So, Mr. D has applied for a couple of jobs in Princeton, NJ where he would have an hour long commute each way IF he was even offered a job. Last night he mentioned Columbus, OH as a possibility since we have a friend there who he could probably work for and the cost of living is much lower than Philly so taking a loss on our house wouldn't be as big a deal -- still galling though! I really just don't want to be dealing with this and am angry that we have to.

Put this stress on top of a chronically sick toddler and a 31-week pregnancy and you've got a recipe for depression, at least for me you do.