change is in the air…
I’m going back to work. Super part time, but it will be a regular schedule.
Ah, the feelings this brings up.
I’m a little excited to use my degree again. I’m a little excited to have some extra income.
I’m anxious about childcare arrangements. We set something up for the fall that isn’t ideal for work, but with some help and manipulation, I think it will work. I’m nervous about moving (again) in the middle of this. I’m a little worried about being spread too thin – it’s not like grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, or being the primary caregiver for BabyHope is going to fall to someone else just because I work.
And I’m sad that it’s yet another step away from family building. But that’s what it has to be – that’s what each day is anyway, it’s just marked in a different way. It’s saying to the world, “Hey, my kid is getting older, I’m done, I need a job!”
The “position” really couldn’t be more ideal. It’s with the school district we’re moving into (where I used to work), doing speech therapy with the “walk-in” kids at a central location. It’s a by the hour position, so if I’m there, I get paid, if I’m not, I don’t.
Dipping my toes in, I suppose.