I am probably going to lose my job.
When I lose my job, I will have to take the kid out of school.
We won't have a home, because I don't have a job, so I will have to build us a house from cardboard and milk crates in Hub's parents backyard. I will sew us curtains, crochet door mats and blankets.
I won't be able to get another job, because I won't have a car and I will have to grow all of our food since we won't have any money.
I will have to wash our clothes with a garden hose in a bucket.
I will have to sell everything that uses electricity to buy candles and bottled water.
I won't be able to use Craigslist to do my sales, without electricity or internet, so I will be like the people that are always having a yard sale. (We've all seen them with all their stuff displayed on the front yard and a faded sign that looks like it has been there for many years.)
The kid will grow wild and barefooted, her clothes will be dirty and too small because we won't be able to afford new ones. She will never learn to count past 7 and the alphabet will always being missing the J.
Everything will spin out of control, I will probably lose my kid after I fry her up some squirrel in the backyard. Hubs will leave me because what good am I without a job and he doesn't like squirrel that much either.
Church will seem like a million miles away instead of across town, so we will have to hold our own homeless church next to our burn pit. Our sacrifices will have to be the snakes, lizards, bunnies and squirrels that we catch, I will pray each night that the armadillos and raccoons stay away from our cardboard home.
And all it took was for me to lose my job.