So I have a new job.
I know, most people in real life don’t even know it yet. This is my second week. It’s full-time. It’s in my career field and related to my graduate degree. And I love it.
I couldn’t put my finger on why I felt so weird about announcing this new gig. Someone once told a mutual friend that I was “flaky” and “all over the place.” Which is true, I am sometimes like that, but that’s not why I took this job.
I was working part-time and for a few weeks it worked out SOOOO perfectly with our schedule. Sure, each kid was in a different place for school, preschool, and a sitter, but I also loved that my oldest two got to be doing something academic. Education is really important to me. But then Brian got a new job, and he had to be at work earlier so then he couldn’t take Leah anymore and I had to be work before her preschool started and since we don’t have a real support system here there wasn’t a way to get her there so we had to pull her out. That gave me a huge case of the sads.
So then Huck and Leah were both going to the sitter and Nolan was in school. But can we talk about how expensive childcare is for a second? Wow. After doing the math and trying things out for a bit it was glaringly obvious I wasn’t bringing home enough money to justify the cost of childcare. Thanks, Obama.
We had two choices, neither of which were super easy to make. I could quit my part-time job or try to find something full-time. My part-time job was not able to offer a full-time position due to a hiring freeze. Thanks, Greg Abbott. (Can we pretty please make this a thing????) I’m also really close to finishing my master’s degree program. I sent three resumes out and wasn’t super optimistic that I’d hear anything back. I didn’t think anybody would really want to hire me.
But I was wrong.
This is probably the most thankful I have ever been to be wrong in my entire life. It’s been a really good easy transition for our family. My schedule is flexible enough that I still get lots of time in the afternoon with my children and dinner on the table before dark. My desk is located near some refugee workers, so my day is full of beautiful native languages and cultures. It’s pretty incredible.
I have a really great life. This is just one more blessing to be thankful for.
Now if I could just make that thing happen where I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight, then I’d have the perfect life, right? Or a house that magically cleaned itself? Or beautiful well-tamed professional styled hair daily? Or just a killer wardrobe?
Or I’ll just stop myself there.