Is the worst going to come to pass?

I don't have all the details yet, but K has e-mailed and told me that things don't look real great for anyone there at work. Their government contract is up for renewal, and due to issues that have nothing to do with the quality of their work, the renewal process hasn't been going smoothly. K has said he's going to update his resume. If he loses this job, I don't know what will happen. He's got reserves in savings, but I'd hate to see him burn through it for living expenses if he does lose the job and a job hunt takes a while. I'm pretty sure he could find temp work in short order, so at least he could have some income, but it wouldn't be near what he makes now. I'm trying not to get too twisty until there's something to be twisty about, but I hate this. I hate it for me and for him. He likes this job, he's good at it, it pays decently, and they actually appreciate their employees enough to give raises and bonuses. This is the only job he's ever talked about making a career of, and I'd hate to see him lose it - indeed, for the firm to lose their contract entirely - because of some political bullshit. Y'all please pray, light candles, send positive energies, whatever, that the worst will not come to pass.

In other news: My child has the attitude of a teenager. At this rate, he may not make it to school-age, because I might pinch his head off before then. This morning he wanted milk, in the cup that was in his bed. The cup wasn't where I could reach it comfortably (one side of the bed is against a wall, and we have a bed rail on the open side so he won't fall out), and I asked J to hand it to me. He looked at me and said, "No, mama, you're a big girl, you get it by yourself." !!!! I've never told him to do something by himself because he's a big boy, so I'm not sure where he picked this up. I have been known to tell him good job for doing something, that he's a big boy to be able to do that by himself, so maybe that's where he got it. I don't know. All I know is, that was never going to do. I told him no, if you want milk you hand me the cup - he didn't, so I just left the room. He handed me the cup. He then didn't want to get out of bed to drink his milk. I told him it was time to get up, I was leaving the milk on the dresser, and he'd need to come get it if he wanted it, and I left the room. He was out of bed in about three seconds. Dealing with all this attitude is tiring, and sometimes I'm sure I'm a lot more short with him than I should be. But sometimes it's almost enough to drive me to drink. It should be loads of fun when he's a teenager - I expect some serious power struggles then. OY.

I'm sure there's lots more I want to write about, but I just don't have the time right now. Lots of work to do, a phone call I don't particularly want to make, and a continuing education seminar at 3:15 - fun!