I worked hard for this, wanted it, planned for it, attained it. I’m talking about working outside of the home. I say outside because I worked my tail off at home too, some would say I worked harder. Now, being on the other side, working a full-time job, I’m mostly grateful. I am very grateful that Jason worked hard to make staying home with the kiddos an option.
I never aspired to be a stay at home mom. The mundane tasks after the baby stage made me batty. I loved being home with my newborns up until they were probably a year and a half and then I was ready to do something else, something that felt more productive, but circumstances made that seem like not the best idea. It wasn’t the best because of either childcare, local job options or my own ambition. Also, the guilt. How could I choose to put my children in childcare that took most of my earnings to pass the time when it wasn’t a career? Especially when I knew I wanted my bachelor’s degree? The last few years were spent in school and the last few months were spent working part-time and applying for what I lovingly started calling “big girl jobs”. The jobs that are super serious with serious-ish money and responsibilities.
Amazingly, an HR job became available in Franklin that fit that criteria and I applied hoping, but not really thinking I would actually get it. I have a passion for Human Resources and I start my Master’s for it in the fall, but my experience is limited. They must of liked my caution as well as my positive attitude and business sense because they hired me. I think it was Jesus. I don’t shout from the rooftops, but I recognize a shift in the universe when I see one, and this was it. I fully feel like I am where I am meant to be and it was all in his timing. There has only been one other time in my life where I felt that and it was during my divorce.
It’s been quite the first week. The bigs went to their dad’s, the little’s started full-time summer camp, and I started my big girl job. It was NOT FUN getting the littles out the door to summer camp every morning. We have not got the routine down and this particular morning pictured I had to go back home and get Henry’s lunchbox because he left it on the bench. I’m really hoping the second week will go a little more smoothly. I was worried about summer camp, but they LOVE it! They don’t want to come home when I pick them up.
We adjusted to the downtime from having two less kids and Copper is taking up a lot of it because puppy.
Oreo really misses Noah. We don’t see this cat normally. He lives in Noah’s room unless he’s outside hunting moles, but since Noah is gone, he is coming around and sometimes even wants to be petted!
I’m looking forward to work this week and have faith that we will get into the groove. I’m gonna try to enjoy the time with the littles and not miss the bigs too much. We have some weekend fun planned this summer and I should probably study for the GRE. Here’s to manifesting dreams and walking them out when they come to fruition.