I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My husband was laid off in May and now my part-time job (10-15 hours per week) that sustained us has reorganized. They would like me to work 30 hours a week. I can't I just can't. When asked if I would like to pick up "a few" hours I thought maybe so but now I want to barf.
I don't want to lose the few hours I do work but I have a picture of the most beautiful girl in the world on my desk and I just can't let her grow up with other people. I love our days at the zoo when all of the other kids are in school, our interesting nature walks and our days with no plans at all.
I am feeling an extreme amount of pressure with Chief out of work. I also feel sick that I will alienate people in a place that I intend to return to work full-time someday. So trust me folks, I know how hard it can be to stay home as much as possible.
I would like to thank Clover Lane for reminding me "What Not to Regret". I have referred to that post time and time again. I can only hope that it will not cause any difficulties for me in the future. If it does, I'm sure I'll survive...after all, no one gets out of life alive.
