A job got me.
I can't really say "I got a job" because it wasn't like I was looking for it. The job found me. Right now it's only half-time, and I may or may not be working through the summer, and I may or may not take on more hours in the fall -- kind of all depends on what's in the budget, but the boss wants me to have as many hours as possible. I'm gonna be a secretary! "Office assistant" is the official term. Office Ass.
So I'm kind of a little worried about how things are going to go with the kids. I had fully planned on going back to work when Zach started school, but this starts in just over a week, so I'll have to deal with the rest of the school year and maybe summer too. And I'm just not used to leaving the kids with babysitters. I know people do it all the time and everything's just fine, but I'm not sure how *we* will handle it, you know? I have a lead on a good daycare lady, but I'm a little unsure how we'll handle the days over the next couple of weeks when he gets out of school at 11:30 but I'll be working until noon.
It'll all get worked out, I know. And I'm not SUPER worried, I just don't have the answers yet. I don't like ambiguity.
Also, I need a haircut this week, because I don't want to start a new job looking like Chachi. Which I do right now. It's not a good look. It's a shame because it's almost as long as I wanted it, but whatevs.
I gotta get some new pants. My "nice" pants, which really aren't all that nice, are too big. Boo. But that means I get to go shopping! Yay!