It's been just over three months since I didn't get the job, the one that would have thrust me back into the land of pay stubs, dry cleaning and cafeteria lunches this past August.
"There's a time for everything," a good friend reminded me. I shrugged and smiled, doing my best to swallow past my disappointment and relief. In an instant, life just got whole lot simpler. No job meant no Wednesday child care to arrange, a task I was dreading worse than a trip to the gynecologist. My kids have been everything to me for so long, the thought of delegating their care to someone else hurt more than I was ready to admit.
In the weeks that followed, I decided to put my name on the replacement teaching assitant rota and leave fate in the hands of the benign seasonal viruses of Geneva. As luck would have it, child birth got the upper hand. I'm working all this week, save Wednesday, replacing a woman who's just become a granny. And what will I be doing Wednesday, you ask? Taking care of my kids, of course. Yippee! I couldn't have arranged it better if I tried.
That said, I've got some ironing to do.
Sounds perfect. Well done!
ReplyDeleteOh that sounds great Melissa. I hope you enjoy every minute of it. I also wish i could work i still have touble with that fact that i have no job to turn too if needed. Even though i have no idea how i would get Ashley to a million things if i worked it's so impossible.
ReplyDeleteThe universe was listening. When you write about thinking of leaving your babes, it made my hear ache. I remember those days.
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