Down Came the Rain

It's Sunday evening and it's been raining all day.  I really, really don't want to go to work tomorrow.  It was a really bad week last week and I'm not sure if I can handle this coming week even though it's a short week.  There are some big decisions that I need to make and I'm not relishing making them.  I truly thought that a great opportunity was coming my way - and it was - but because the company I work for seems to believe in involuntary servitude, well the opportunity has died.

I'm honestly hoping that I'm wrong when it comes to my outlook for the coming week.  I would love more than anything to have a wonderful week where things go smoothly and I don't feel like I'm doing the most terrible job in the world.  Today as I was snuggling the oldest boy I was thinking about how truly lucky I am and that work is - well - just that.  Work is nothing more than a job.

But along with that thought came the thought that times could get even tougher and I could be without a job.  I haven't truly worried about anything in a long time because once I start down the worrying path, I remind myself that nothing productive comes from worrying.  But, for the first time in a long time I allowed myself to get wrapped up in the worry.  Yeah, not a great choice for me to make at the time.  So now I'm in "I must protect my career" mode and I plan on taking action.  I'm just not quite sure what form that action will take.

Comments

[Amy]

Have you thought of asking David to go back to work so you can stay home for a while? Maybe it would be worth it, for your own sanity.

[Mama Eye]

Hmmm, interesting question posed by Amy. Mama must admit this thought has also crossed her mind. Only due to the fact that a little role reversal could bring both of you some "relief". If he could go back and you still need to work, maybe you go part time and see if your sister or other family could help with the kids. Either way, a little recharge just might be what you need.