My last official day of work is Aug. 15th. They wanted me to come back full time, I said no way. It was actually a relief to hear they weren’t willing to extend my M,W,F, schedule because it would’ve been hard for me to make the decision to give up the job.
Because it was a “good” job. It was cushy, easy, paid well, nothing awful about it.
Except I wasn’t happy. I spent my days “off” trying to catch up on my sleep and worrying about when Jane would wake up in the night and how much of a zombie I’d feel like the next day.
We’ll be able to get by on one income for a little while, and I’ll eventually find another way to make money working part time.
In the meantime I want to enjoy the rest of the summer, spend more time with friends, and maybe even get Jane on a decent sleep schedule.
Definitely need more days like this weekend: