Ah the twists and turns of Life. The unexpected boons and banes of our brief, uncertain existence.
Folks, my husband done got a job!
We thought, him being a school teacher, that the start of the school year meant his prospects for full-time employment were none for this academic year. He planned on being the stay-at-home Dad and subbing when he could – I have no class Fridays so was going to see if I could work from home if he had a subbing gig.
Turns out – it ain’t over ’til it’s over, and sometimes not even then.
They interviewed him for a middle school social studies (his preference!) position the afternoon of the first day of classes. And he started a week later.
Life is bizarre sometimes.
He’s happier. I could see it as soon as he came home from that interview – the hope. And when he landed it for sure – he a weight was off his shoulders.
And I tell you, it is pretty damn nice to be able to go buy groceries now without cringing at the bill (we coupon and make good choices and use a list, but still).
But. Now the kids are in full-time daycare. The baby for the first time. The boy at yet another school, in his growing list of schools.
It’s a transition. Transitions are hard.
And while my husband is clearly happier with this arrangement, and I feel that should make me happy…the truth is…I am not happy.
I hate surprises. Especially the life-altering variety. And while my son needs the social interaction of a child care setting – I’m not keen on the daycare center we chose. Nearly ever center in our reasonable radius had no room in their baby rooms. And we wanted both kids to go to the same school. Which left us with 3 centers to choose from. All more or less identical. We chose what seemed the best of the 3, but…I don’t know.
So far. I am unhappy.