For the most part I live a fairly stress free existence. This is in large part due to the fact that I'm a stay at home mom. This has it's own stressors, because we are a single income family, but my husband works hard to provide for us, and always spends his "vacation time" from teaching to privately train clients. Without that money we would be seriously strapped.
Anyway, sometimes when I feel like life is going really well (like when I get pregnant during my first round of fertility treatments, instead of my 6th, and when it's only one baby, instead of 6), the rest of the world decides that it needs to crap on me. Or us, rather.
There are a few things in particular that are really weighing on Justin and I right now.
First, we put in a pool last summer. We used 80% of our savings to do this, so we really hardly have anything left. It was a decision that we really felt was best after weighing it carefully. We told our pool guy (Steve) that we wanted to spend XX amount, and asked him what exactly would not be included in that price. His reply was, "Pool toys?" But seriously, he said, everything is included.
Well, after excavation was done, and the pool was assembled, we were informed that we would need to get an electrician to come. This was not news to Steve, but it was to us. I was concerned, and asked how much it would cost. Steve made it sound like it was no big deal, maybe a few hundred dollars. Steve was
also supposed to get the electrician he uses to come do this last year when the pool went in, but he didn't. That's another story.
So I finally got ahold of the electrician, 6 months later, who seems like a really nice guy. He came to give us a quote. He was not too happy with Steve, since a lot of the work he has to do should have been buried under the concrete, but he didn't come last summer, so it wasn't. Steve also didn't leave much for him to work with (whatever that means).
Anyway, he called today with our quote. Was it a few hundred dollars? Ummm, no.
$1770.
What. The. Eff.
The guy said the fact that Steve didn't tell us about this cost in the first place is really brutal, because yes, we are being charged a few hundred dollars more (since the fact that he didn't do this before the pool was completed makes it more difficult), but the price would
never have been a few hundred dollars. Never.
So, this is stressful. We have to dig into the miniscule amount of savings we have left (seriously, our savings account hasn't been this sad in a long time) to pay for this. There goes the pool heater we were hoping to put in this summer.
Oh, but the pool heater? Before we even found out about the electrical bill, we were already thinking we might not be able to afford to put it in this summer. Because the problems don't stop there.
Ontario's premier, Dalton McGuinty (I'm honestly not sure what the equivalant is actually called in the U.S., but it's the equivalent to whoever runs each state) is crapping all over public sector workers. As a teacher, Justin happens to be a public sector worker. Its a new contract year for the teachers, as the last collective bargaining agreement was from 2008-2012. McGuinty, the liberal leader and head of Ontario, who has always been great to teachers in the past, is completely disregarding the proper channels of collective bargaining and is
shitting all over teachers. I'm not going to get into everything right now, but the biggest issue is that he wants to completely restructure the pay grid AND give everyone a 2 year pay freeze. As in, not just freeze the grid, but literally not let people move up in years experience and get the raise they are supposed to get each year until they hit 11 years of experience.
This is
brutal. We COUNT on that raise each year, and we are adding a child to our family in October, so we need it. It seriously
really sucks that a pay freeze is just being dictated at us like this. I'm not even understanding how they are getting away with this. And freaking McGuinty just got voted back in in 2011 (by the teachers, in large part, because he is supposed to have our backs)! So we are stuck with him for the next four years. You can almost guarantee he won't be getting back in, but that doesn't help us
right now.
So, because of all this crap, the majority of which I'm not even getting into, a strike is probably pretty likely. And if the teachers strike, they don't get paid. And if my husband doesn't get paid, we have ZERO money coming into our house. Remember how small our savings account is? It literally doesn't even cover a months worth of living expenses.
Should have thought of this before putting in a pool? Well, my husband has enough seniority that he would pretty much never get fired (plus he's fabulous at his job), and this came totally out of left field. Everybody in education thought that all the strike crap got out of the way a couple of decades ago. Teachers had to fight really hard to get where they are today, and things have been pretty good. The last collective bargaining agreement was fantastic, so the fact that this is happening now is pretty much unfathomable.
Oh, but it doesn't stop there.
At the end of last week Justin's principal came to talk to him. Apparently their school is losing a lot of kids next year. A
lot of kids. Enough kids that they are in serious danger of losing 4-6 teachers. They
will lose some, but the principal doesn't know how many yet, and he didn't seem very hopeful about the situation. Justin, who has 4 teachers underneath him in seniority at his school, is on that list. He's number 5.
There are
four people beneath him! We thought he was guaranteed to stay there! What school loses FIVE teachers in one school year? That is absurd! Justin would
hopefully still have a job in the board (he would just be surplus at the school, not redundant with the board - I think this is a given, but right now I'm feeling like nothing is a given anymore). But he would be moved to a different school. And the board he teaches in is geographically
enormous. He could get put anywhere. He could be an hour and a half away.
People, one of the reasons we put in a pool was because Justin was never. going. to. leave. his. school. I wanted him to. I wanted him to transfer to a school in the city we grew up (25 minutes away), where our parents live, where our church is, where the beach is, where he'd have to coach less, etc. He said no way. He was never going to leave. Well, I pretty much hate living so far from my parents (25 minutes is far away when you have babies and little kids and live in a small rural town where there is
nothing to do), but knew I would just have to make the best of it. So one of the things we did to improve our quality of life was
put in a pool.
We spent all our savings to put in a pool. Now my husband's salary is being frozen and he is quite possibly being moved to a different school. The closest he would be is 25 minutes away, but that would be too lucky. It wouldn't happen. He'd probably end up at least 45 minutes away, maybe 90 minutes.
So what was the point in putting in a freaking pool in a house that we're probably going to want to move from if he gets transferred?? We're not movers! There is nothing about the moving process that excites us, even the buying a new house thing. We just want to stay in the same house for the majority of our lives.
When I think about this too much I get really overwhelmed. I don't even understand how this is all happening. I feel like everything was going so well, and things were so stable, and we knew what our situation was, etc. etc. Now everything is up in the air. I mean, the $1770 electrical bill sucks, but it's nothing compared to the pay freeze, which feels like nothing compared to the fact that my husband might get transferred up to an hour and a half away.
But put it all together? Sometimes it feels like my world is spinning.
Actually, right now it's actually literally feels like my world is spinning. No, really. I have the spins. This pregnant lady hasn't been feeling too hot today.