Most of you already know this, but I know there's a bunch that do not. I recently accepted a part-time position at Littleman's soon-to-be preschool. I will be teaching a class of 8 four year olds, Mon. through Fri., from 12 to 3. The pay is pretty crappy...but what you'd expect for preschools (a crying shame compared to my last salary...but anyway). I get half off Littleman's tuition, a pay check (apprently only once a month), and I get to be in the same place as my little boy, just not in the same room.
When I told my dad, I could hear...something in his voice. Not quite disappointment, but a sort of resignation. Sighing because I simply cannot just BE and/or say NO. I have always felt that my dad really looks out for me and when I heard that slight tone in the way he asked, "Are you SURE you want to do this?" I knew I will always be a glutton for punishment. Not that this is punishment, but I was truly enjoying staying home with Littleman and the preschool-ish playdates I had going. The extra money will be a huge help right now. A little catch up before I get prego with the next little one.
You can start taking bets on the following statement: When the next one comes I REALLY will stop working for a few years. REALLY. Really, really, really.
You will not stop working when #2 comes.
ReplyDeleteHA HA HA HA HA...too true! And well put, my dear! Thanks for putting my perspective in place, yet again...
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