Interviewing

I'm nervous.

I'm pacing the floor.

I'm holding my breath.

I have tightness in my chest.

I have all these things and more because my husband is interviewing for a wonderful job at this very moment. It's driving me crazy having to wait to hear from him. He really needs this job with the economy & his current firm not doing so well.

The phone rang a minute ago and I jumped up and ran to answer it before it had time to ring for a second time. Of course, it wasn't my hubby. So, here I sit. Nervous. Anxious. Shaking.

Damn, I need a drink. I wonder what I've got downstairs that will loosen me up.