I have three days left.
Three days…
of my job.
I gave my notice a couple weeks ago after months of discussion, anxiety, budgeting, anxiety, and more discussion..
and after countless sleepless nights.
Maintaining two jobs, two kids, and a husband’s stressful career of on-call and overtime has taken it’s toll.
A year ago when I wrote out the one of many checks to pay for my licensing and then trying to figure out how and when I would cram in and afford my CEU’s, I told myself that if in a year I still felt no desire to do this career that I worked so hard toward, I would stop. I feel even less desire to do it now than I did a year ago. Regrets? Nope, I’ve done this social work thing since I was 19. I did all the milestones..undergrad, graduate, this license, that license, private practice, consulting, teaching, big government, small government, this population, that population, non-profit, for-profit…
I will maintain my second job that is quite stress-free and enjoyable. I will also maintain the mom-job that is not stress-free and sometimes enjoyable.
But I have a major change in my career direction that begins the end of June. Details later.
In part of our budget discussions, we all identified ways that we could cut back. The boys are still firm on the potty-training thing and we are still in contract negotiations, but they did agree to take part in our summer plans to start living off the land…
g’pa struggles with vegetable spelling, but the job got done.
Grandpa set up a huge part of his ginormous garden for the boys to plant seeds of their choosing. Every week we will be visiting to water but grandpa will babysit while we are gone.
and this picture is continued proof of why Dad choose to stick around a little after a period of time when we were told to say goodbye to him.
The stryofoam bat?
don’t get me started.
The kid is obsessed…
He has graduated to a real bat. He watches every game played on the fields in our backyard, games on television, talks about it in his sleep. And he can hit. My lefty Gangles can hit a ball. Hard. And coaches have already noticed.
He uses anything available to be a bat.
Plastic corn cobs, sand shovels.
What is Scrappy doing while Gangles plays “pinch the ball to me!!!”?
He’s is twirling in circles next to the softball fields until he gets dizzy and falls down…
He is my kid.
16 Comments
May 22, 2009 at 8:15 am
Congrats!!! That last bat picture is so sweet.
May 22, 2009 at 8:37 am
Sounds like you’ve made a very wise decision. Congrats and enjoy this new phase of your life!
May 22, 2009 at 11:13 am
So you have a baseball player and a cheerleader. All you need is a pitcher!
May 22, 2009 at 12:58 pm
Good luck in your new endeavors!! Love the picture with Grandpa; adorable!
May 22, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Congratulations on taking the plunge on a new direction in life. I love the photo of the boys with Grandpa
May 22, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Congrats on a new direction in life!
You’re going to nurture this talent in Gangles, aren’t you? If he become a pro baseball player he’ll be able to support you guys!
May 22, 2009 at 7:21 pm
I’m with Kathy! Sadly my boys are kinda klutzy thus far.
Good luck in the old job switcheroo. It’s freaky at first, but you’ll get the hang of it (of course that’s just me–wife to the switcheree of the job!)
May 22, 2009 at 10:16 pm
You go girl! Changes are in the wind for us, positive changes, I can feel it! Positive energy!!!
May 23, 2009 at 12:19 am
can’t wait to hear the deats.
May 23, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Good luck with the career change. Social work probably has the highest crash and burn rate of any career. I see what they go through in a day and am thankful that I’m an OT.
Good form with the bat…really, and he’s a lefty.
The pic with Grandpa is very sweet.
May 23, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Good for you. Social work is not the kind of thing you can do when you’re heart isn’t in it. Good for you for making the change. That takes guts. On a side note, I’ve just found out I’m having twins. Anything in particular that helped you prep for the boys that you could pass along would be helpful i.e. a book? Ok, I’m being naive. Nothing can prepare you right? Take care!
May 24, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Wow, you packed a lot into one post!
Good for you, following your heart. Working where you are not happy, makes life that isn’t alive, you know?
The photo of the boys with Grandpa is the coolest ever. SO glad he stuck around when they gave up on him.
I was always small, slow, and uncoordinated with large motor skills. I would lose the game for any team I played upon. There was nothing about sports that worked for me. On the other hand? Dance and cartwheels and hula hoops, baton twirling, getting dizzy and falling down… I got my exercise, just not on a team. I’m with Scrappy again here.
We are who we are, isn’t it amazing? They just become more of what they were when they were born. Love finding out who they are. Kids are miracles.
Hope summer brings more health and more sleep to your household.
May 24, 2009 at 8:49 pm
Wow, Congrats to you on making the big decision.
I love the boys with Grandpa. That photo is a treasure.
You now have an athlete and his own personal manager… once he recovers from the dizziness of his own natural high, that is.
May 27, 2009 at 3:36 pm
You’re killing me on the whole wait till the end of June thing!! You and Amby are my inspiration and I will be watching both of you very closely, to plan my own escape. Good luck to you in your new life!!
May 28, 2009 at 9:13 am
Different skills prove multiples are their own persons. Son #2 may lean towards academics or soccer or maybe Kloppen dancing. It’s all good.
Glad you can leave one job behind–I have always been amazed at how much you can stuff into one day. You won’t regret spending more time with the boys.
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