Panicking

Well, I have had an eventful couple of days that have left me with some serious mixed emotions. Remember the job interview I had about 2 weeks ago? It went really well, and the guy interviewing me pretty much told me in so many words that if my background check came back okay, then I had the job. They had me come in a few days later and "shadow" for an hour to see if I liked the job- I loved it! Working with developmentally disabled people is just such a rewarding, fun job! All the people and my soon-to-be co-workers seemed to like me right from the start. So, as I was driving home after shadowing, I was feeling excited about starting a new job, and making some extra money for my family.


But then the guilt of the thought of leaving my babies to go work set in. I started weighing the pros and cons of going to work. The pros:

• Make extra money for my family.

The cons:

• We will have to get another car, which will add a monthly car payment to our bills.
• I will be away from my babies for 40 hours a week.
• I won't see much of my husband for 2 days out of the week.

So, pretty quickly, I decided even if I did get offered the job, I was gonna turn it down.

I had not heard from the place I applied to in over a week, and I assumed that they probably hired someone else. Well, Friday afternoon I got a call from one of the people that interviewed me. They said my background check had just come back, and they wanted me to start Monday. Before I could even get an answer out they told me how much I'm going to be making.... Let's just say they are offering way more than what I was expecting. Like so much more I would be an idiot to not take this job. With what they are offering we could easily afford another car, and I could handle leaving the kids to work. I'm sure it will be really hard at first, but if I know I am making a pretty decent living to make their lives better- I would do it! I accepted the position, and I am reporting for my first day to work in nearly 11 months, on Monday at 9am!

Roger and I have a friend who is a car salesman; he hooked us up with an awesome deal on a used little Chevy Malibu. It's gonna be perfect for my commute, and there is plenty of room in the backseat for 2 car seats!

I'm excited, but I gotta be honest, I'm kinda freaking out. Since yesterday afternoon I have cleaned the entire apartment, I've picked me and the kids outfits out for the week, I've made some freezer meals so I don't have to come home and cook, and I made a daily schedule for Roger so he knows what to do hour-to-hour with the kids.

I've got to take some deep breaths and CALM down! Everything's gonna work out just fine, right??