Happy Tears

Sometimes I get emails from random PA job sites and I begin to peruse a list of hundreds...I repeat...HUN.DREDS of PA jobs that are open right.now.  As in "hiring and paying people to be a PA."  Right.freakin.now.  It's times like these I look for whatever Husband said he wanted to specialize in that particular day (which changes upon the start of every single rotation) and then look at starting salaries.  And oh my.  We aren't going to be rich (which is not our goal) but it makes my eyes fill with tears that someday, very, VERY soon, we will be able to pay our bills AND live a normal life.  For those of you who are looking at the rising total of student loans and the shrinking total of your savings account (if you even still have one), all I gotta say is I HEAR YOU.  THE END IS NEAR.  Please, Dear Jesus, make that day come.  I cannot.freakin.wait. 221 days and counting until graduation.