Nerves mean you are alive

I once heard the saying that nerves (being nervous) means that you are alive.
If that is the case I am alive and kicking this morning.
I have a job interview this afternoon. The first job interview I have had since I was hired at the Sheriff's Department ten years ago. Yes, I said ten years ago. Where Matt and I met and fell in love. Ten years later, mortgage, vehicles, utility bills, grocery bills, cable, you know the normal married life kind of bills. Not to mention we have four daughters. Which means clothes, diapers, toys, pets, dance classes and odds and ends. As you can imagine, we have a lot of money tied up right now. I began my career as a stay at home mama when Chloe was born. Almost six years ago now. I had a jewelry business (Premier Designs) that was very successful. When I learned I was pregnant with triplets, of course we thought about what that would mean for me continuing to work, and the amount our monthly expenses would increase. We knew we would take it as it came. Just like every family does. I worked until I was put on bed rest in the hospital at 24 weeks for preterm labor, where I remained until the girls were born. Ironically that was three years ago this Friday. Time flies. We have had our struggles over the last three years. Cut back here and there where we could. The loving husband and father has been working as much overtime as he can get his hands on. Working a second job on his days off. Sparing sleep and personal time to support his family. He truly is my hero.
That being said, this living pay check to paycheck is getting pretty old. Oh and stressful on both of us. Which in turn affects our relationship.
It's time to take some action.
Back to the nerves...
I have a job interview today with an private ambulance company. The job would be handling their books, billing and office type things. Most of the work can be done from home, some things have to be done in office. So obviously it would be perfect for us.
Keep your fingers crossed.