This thing called Life: Part 2

TK and I were blessed to have taken a week long honeymoon at an all-inclusive hotel in Punta Cana. HELLO beach, ocean, unlimited eats and my main squeeze. THIS girl was in heaven. We returned home late Sunday afternoon and had an awesome BBQ with my family at our new little home reminiscing about our wedding day while making fun of my Dad for crying the WHOLE day. Life was just about perfect; the only thing missing was the puppy I was relentlessly perusing TK for.
My family soon went home and it was just the hubs and I ready to start our life together. Monday morning TK took off to work and I was busy doing laundry and getting things ready to go back to work myself in a few days when all of a sudden at 9:00am the front door open revealing my husband. He looked down in the dumps as I asked him what he was already doing home. He had ruined my plans of surprising him with a nice dinner (by nice I mean sandwiches cause this girl didn’t know how to cook yet.) The man looked like a car just hit his puppy when he said he was laid off. WHAT, say again?!?! What a honeymoon phase killer that news was. I immediately went into crazy mode; spewing stupid trash talk from my mouth that I am sure did not help TK feel better about his, correction, OUR current situation. Sure TK would get unemployment and I was working part time, but we just bought a house, a for real all ours home. And we had two car payments, utility bills, and cell phone bills, and…. I went into freak out mode real quick. I have never been a levelheaded person and the slightest tip of imbalance in my world sends me into crazy woman mode (poor TK.)
I went back to work a few days later while TK got things settled with the unemployment office, which deserves a post all on it’s own about how special and kind the people are there (insert sarcasm here.) A few weeks later TK found out his unemployment was approved, but we seriously laughed at the amount they accepted two people like us to live off of. TK seemed depressed which made me sad because he was always the happy go lucky, nothing gets me down kind of guy. I was at a complete loss of what to do. Here we were married, both still in school, no career jobs, no security, and for the first time in my life I felt on my own. My parents took care of everything for me. Sure they taught me responsibility and I functioned in the real world pretty well because of the skills they gave me, BUT I WAS NOWHERE near prepared for the crapola of the situation I found myself in. My Mom and Dad did a fantastic job raising me, but I was sheltered and naïve. I could not call my Dad to fix this situation, I couldn’t even call him to vent about it because… he was Tim’s boss at this job and guess what he lost his job at this company too. PRETTY CRAPPY huh? So here we were in scramble mode right along with my parents. And I had to be an adult about all this! I think the hardest part for me was the having to ‘grow up’ when all I wanted to do was stomp my feet, scream, and demand my mommy fix this. I found myself growing bitter, bitter about life, marriage, family, and growing up. Having your own home and being a for real grown up person is just not as glamorous as some make it out to be.
TK continued to search for work while I went off to school or work and when I came home at the end of the day I expected a full detailed report of how he spent his every waking minute and what jobs he applied for. I would get infuriated when I would hear that he watched TV or heaven forbid sat down to eat lunch! NO SOUP for you, until you get a job MR.!!! Some great wife I was shaping up to be. I would find myself venting to anyone who was willing to lend an ear, my mom, my best friend, the little girl I took care of, my puppy (OH ya forgot to mention that TK eventually caved and I got my dog, hehe.) I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t stop myself from complaining. I am shocked no one slapped me silly and told me to knock it off and suck it up. Everyone just seemed to sympathize with me, especially Snoop Dog, (to clarify Snoop Dog is my puppy, not the rapper. Although I think it would be cool to meet Snoop Dog and hang. I am sure I am his type of friend, I am pretty gangsta after all) so I didn’t think anything was wrong with what I was doing.
TK soon found out about a possible job through the grapevine and decided to follow up on the lead. TK was almost done with his bachelor’s degree in Theology and wanted to be a worship leader. K time out for a second; how in the name of God was I going to be a ‘Pastor’s wife’? I am outspoken, loud, inappropriate sometimes, and I am in your face kind of person who does not wear, I repeat does not wear mo-moos. I had a few minor anxiety attacks at the thought of TK working at a church, but low and behold this lead he had was for a position at a plant church (a plant church is a church just starting out) as a worship leader. He was thrilled, me ahh not so much folks. Don’t get me wrong, I knew before I married TK that this was his choice of vocation; I guess I was just hoping he would find a nice job behind a desk working a 8-5 that he liked. PSH fat chance Kristin! So I did what any supportive wife would do and told TK to go check it out on Sunday and let me know what he thought of this church.
TK came home on the Sunday afternoon lit up like a Christmas tree. He loved the church, the service, and the pastor. The church’s motto was ‘come as your are, no perfect people allowed’ and for the sake of protecting people’s name (which I still struggle with exposing some of them like President Clinton’s dirty secret, I will not because it isn’t right) I will not mention the name of this church. A formal interview was never done, TK’s credentials were never asked for, and his references were never called. Somehow we over looked all of that and hopped right in with both feet when TK was offered the job. To be honest I was reluctant but excited to see my hubsters happy and doing what he was called to do. TK is a phenomenal musician, even though he will deny he is all day long. God blessed TK with an amazing talent, a talent most of us only dream about having and I was thrilled to see him using it week after week!
So here we were, fresh in our marriage, starting a new chapter of our life already, while still getting used to living in our new home, working for a new church with people who were new at leading. Yep you know what’s coming next…but you have to wait till tomorrow☺ Adios Amigos!