Tinkering With the Schedule

For the last few months, I have had a finely tuned schedule. It took planning and practice, but I finally figured out exactly what time we need to wake up during the week to get my daughters to preschool. I determined which days laundry needs to be done, including the dreaded "family laundry day," which typically starts at 7 a.m. and rarely ends before 5 p.m. Now, Hubby has gone and messed it all up.
You see, ever since January we've been in a financial strain. Like many families out there, the economy has taken a toll on Hubby's employer, and, thus, on us. Since the beginning of the year, we've weathered 10 furloughs and a mandatory pay cut. Then, just a few months ago, Hubby's company informed him that his department was being "hubbed." The simplest explanation is that Hubby's company has offices around the country. His department is now being consolidated to one centralized location. Lucky for us the location happens to be Hubby's home-base... but Hubby has to reapply for his job. He has been looking for a new job all year and, finally, FINALLY, the search paid off. Hubby found a new job and starts in less than two weeks... and in less than two weeks my carefully synchronized schedule goes kaput.
My days at my part-time job will change, including working until closing on Saturdays (by 8 p.m. I'm ready to crash, so we'll see how this works out). My laundry days will change. My grocery day will change. But I see a big pro... Hubby will now have to take a bigger role in this new schedule, including bath nights, school drop off and pick up, etc. (Yes, he definitely pulls his weight around here already, but I like to tease him about how much more he'll have to do!) I guess I'll be nice and still save "family laundry day" for one of my days.
Yes, I know how fortunate Hubby is to have a job... and how lucky he was to be able to jump ship in this uncertain economy. In all seriousness, I consider this the light at the end of the tunnel. The hits we've taken through Hubby's current job have hurt. We've endured and perhaps we're stronger for it. But now we're ready to start climbing back and have some breathing room... even if it means messing with my schedule.