Who cares?

Losing my job has been difficult.  Trying to frantically add numbers, revamp budgets, apply for new positions and worry, worry, worry.  We have felt a little helpless at times and I've of course felt sorry for myself.

As important as a job and money are in life, they are so far away from being number one.  I scroll through my blog reader this morning and read the last few posts I've missed from Kellie and read this line:

"It's those days when I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to eat...I don't even want to go on."

I read that and just think who gives a shit about my stupid job?  I have my family.  My husband is here and healthy and loving and my son is thriving.  Take everything away and leave me them and I will be fine.  They are all that matters in this world.