When I was 19 or 20, still in college, my dad offered my brother, CE, and I a ten day vacation on an island in Greece. CE had a wonderful time on the white, sandy shores and I *CHOSE* to stay home and work because the money I made in the summer was all I had to live on during school. It is one of the few choices I have ever made that I truly, truly regret. I was so young..and yet SO damn responsible. Why does hindsight have to be so painfully clear?
So now I am faced with another choice. A few weeks ago, on a whim, I applied for a middle school librarian position at a new middle school opening a few minutes away. I interviewed with the principal yesterday. I find out next week if I make it through to the second round of interviews. Here are some of the issues/choices I am dealing with. (And I am sharing them with you because I WANT your feedback. Ultimately, I will do what I have to do, but if I were within a 25 mile radius, I'd be inviting you over for dinner so I could whine and worry and wonder aloud with you.)
-Money. Is Papabear making enough $ so I can stay home with Littleman? Just barely. We're doing okay, but we are NOT making any significant dents in the debt we accrued while Papabear was in school, nor are we making any significant deposits into any form of savings. If I took this job, (if I get the job) after taxes AND day care, we could put 98% of in savings/debt payoff.
-Littleman. Every time I looked at him the day I got asked to interview, I cried. I have enjoyed being his mommy all day long, every day, SO much. Will he benefit from a structured academic day care environment, yes, probably. But, he has his whole life for that...I feel like I am cheating him. I know he will be fine. I know things will turn out okay - my parents worked my entire life and I never felt cheated or lacking for their love or attention. Ug.
-My goal. To work two years...and be pregnant for the second one so I can quit and stay home with #2. By then Littleman will be in kindergarten...and I can be the mom who reads to the class once a month...or can actually go on a field trip... In two years will I have the strenght/guts to quit? I'm so damn wishy-washy.
-My heart. While I want so badly to have this time with Littleman, I know Papabear is losing sleep (and I mean this quite literally) over our financial situation. I want him to breathe. Yet...I feel like in reality, there will NEVER be enough $, savings, etc. Is there ever? I am happy right now. I have debt, yes. Can I afford to fly back east and visit the friends and family I so sorely miss? No. But, I have my health and a wonderful family..and days of watching my little boy laugh and cry and learn and grow. My heart aches at the thought of missing any more of those moments...and my heart aches at night when I hear my husbands stressed, sleepless sighs.
If I am offered the job, I will probably take it. Just like I chose work over Greece. In two years, will those of you reading this who truly love me, call me and make sure I am quitting to be with my kids?
*A note on interviewing after being professionally employed for the last seven years. UNNERVING. Compared to how I felt at my last interview (right out of grad school and revved up to go) it's a whole new world. I feel over qualified, but I don't want to be cocky or arrogant. And, truth be told...part of me does not want to get the job. What a world.
Now, "tawlk amongst yawselves." I expect feedback.