My husband up and quit his teaching job, yall.
He said goodbye to the let’s-change-the-world-one-middle-schooler-at-a-time dream, left the hard-to-complain-about-them-because-they-are-fairly-decent insurance benefits and bid adios to the man-it-must-be-nice-to-have-ALL-summer-off comments. He put in his two weeks and peaced out like a boss. I am super proud of him. And holding my breath, because, really, WHO DOES THAT?!
We do, apparently.
After almost two years of doing real estate alongside his teaching, we finally decided it was time for him to make the jump to full time real estate. It was not an easy decision. In fact, we BOTH cried when he left for his last “last day of school”. The decision was made harder still by his recent switch to teaching middle school math – his favorite subject, a new school, a better schedule and really great coworkers. Still, he knew it was time for change.
Its exciting. And its scary. Leaving a regular paycheck, benefits and scheduled hours? Yikes. Living off our savings account for at least a year while he builds his client base? Insert mild panic attack. Trying to figure out how to fit a (quiet) home office into our two bedroom condo filled with me, three kids and a dog?
Its not all bad. My prayer life is in top notch shape what with all the scary unknowns being well, scary and unknown. It probably is the scariest…ok, white knuckled most terrifying decision we have ever made as a married couple (five years, baby!) but I know wholeheartedly that it is the right decision for our family.
Besides upping my prayer life there are other benefits. Like touring any house I see on Zillow. Stalker much? Why yes, thank you.
Another benefit of being married to a Realtor is being able to check out the market in our neighborhood to see what our place could sell for. (The answer to that is “Crappy” and “Not enough” in case you were wondering.)
Also, we love love love the flexible schedule. I went to the dentist alone last week! Notice the exclamation point? It was nothing short of a miracle, y’all. I have never experienced life with a husband whose job MIGHT allow for going in late, leaving early, calling in sick or being slightly accommodating for things like doctor’s appointments, repairmen or anything that might need to be taken care of between the hours of 8:15am and 3:55pm Monday thru Friday from September to June. Do I sound a bit jaded about that? Its because I am. Which is why I am SO thankful for things like a husband who can now watch the kids while I get cavities filled (sad face) or arrange to meet with the window-putter-inners at 10am on a Tuesday should the need arise. Which it did. AND I DIDN’T HAVE TO BE THERE THANK YOU JESUS.
Lastly, it feels GOOD to be doing something that we have the ability to control – its the white collar version of living off the land, so to speak. This family eats when Daddy works. The harder he works, the more we eat. And by ‘eat’ I do mean literally consume food. Every house he helps buy or sell pays for the groceries on our table and the gas in our cars. And we like eating and driving. Sometimes at the same time even. Call us crazy.
However, the above mentioned benefits to the whole job-quitting situation are all second to this: My husband didn’t switch careers to get rich. He switched careers to serve.
Don’t get me wrong. We are hoping and praying that he will make money doing this. He has too, remember? What with the “we like eating” nonsense. I know, right? How demanding.
And sometimes, when I am feeling particularly bold, I pray that he earns LOTS of money. . . because sometimes I want ALL THE THINGS. Honesty is the best policy even with Jesus, right? I hope so.
But then, when I am grouching about not having ALL THE THINGS and generally being crabby about life, my holy husband reminds me that he is not taking scary leaps of faith into completely different careers so we can build our worldly wealth.
He wants to serve our family faithfully and wholly by providing for our needs. He wants to secure our future. And he really, really wants to serve Jesus.
Oh, yes. Exactly.
My husband is a man who lives to love Jesus. I am sometimes in awe of how faithfully he pursues that. And usually surprised at what his (and our) pursuit of serving Christ looks like in our lives.
Be forewarned: it usually looks crazy, y’all.
So when he came to me over a year ago and said “I think its time to leave teaching (at the end of the school year) and pursue real estate full time…” I looked at him with complete confidence and said “OK.”
And here we are.
My husband is a Realtor.
It has a nice ring to it, dontcha think?
What I am saying is this: If you have a house to buy or sell, give the man a call ;)
The people who like to eat in this house thank you.
Pretending to be a “Weeltor Agent” like Daddy. I can’t even.