When I was a young fellow, the "old guy" ( all of forty! ) who taught me a lot about engine-building, welding, machining, shooting, and general mechanics had a canned answer whenever we faced a particularly difficult job, and someone asked "how are we going to do that?"
'With Great Difficulty...'
Attempts at humor aside, I've managed, but it hasn't been easy- my wife has had the burden of supporting us since 1999, working one full-time and 3 part-time jobs. Medical problems forced her to cut back to one each, but we are finally staightening things out. Maybe.
I worked for myself most of my life, but finding myself a middle-aged smoker without a college degree seems to place me among the almost-unemployable.
It is strange, however, how life works out- when Emily started having weird symptoms that no-one could diagnose, I pretty much quit looking for a job so I could tend to her-- one of the many strange things I was cross-trained so long ago in was emergency medicine- the patch 'em and snatch 'em sort of stuff the military teaches-- and the way things turned out, I would have had to quit anything I had found to help her through surgery & its ramifications.
We are finally getting things sorted out, but like so many things in life there is not a sudden moment when everything clears up-- it's more like an ongoing process where 2 problems clear and another one shows up.