When it rains it (deluges great heaping piles of migraine floods) pours

Life can really feel like so much muchness sometimes. Looking, looking, looking for work. I pitched a few story ideas to the Editor of the Magazine that I’ve been working part-time (small fry) for (wow – five years now!). She accepted one of the pitches, which is a very bright spot right now.
Right now my grandparents are soon to move here from North Carolina. I am to assist them in finding their dream assisted living facility (oxymoron?) for my sweet grandfather has Alzheimer’s disease and my grandmother needs help to care for him.
Right now we have zero money.
Right now my younger son needs to have an MRI to check to see if he has a medical issue that my older son suffered through at exactly the same age.
Right now I’m waiting to hear from the principal at my children’s school on whether he would consider hiring me as the school’s Media Specialist (Librarian). I’d like to say that I’m not holding my breath but then you would see that I’m lying, as my face turns blue.
That job – while it would not further my writing career - would solve so many problems at once that it makes my head spin. I love books, I love kids, I love my kids’ school, I love a school schedule because it is the same schedule as my kids’, and I love that a consistent paycheck would give our family the relief we so desperately need.
Trouble is, I think that a.) There are a lot of out of work teachers out there who would be better qualified for the job b.) I would need to go back to school while working full-time to get the 30 extra credit hours I need to be certified to be the an educational Media Specialist.
All I can do is my very best and pray that it’s what God has in mind.