Oye! What a weekend. I ended my work week last week with telling my boss that I was going to quit and gave him my 90 days notice (university policy but it can be shorter than that if mutually agreed upon). YAY!? right? He was going to offer me a 20 hour position but I'm not sure that I will take it.
Saturday was a crazy day. I was all over town buying different things for different packages for some friends for different special events in their lives. One of the packages was a for a friend who is having twins so I tried to put some of my craftiness to work too. EXHAUSTED. But the packages are complete! As I was going all over town I was scowering for something that would be suitable for my fantastic mother...but nothing. I thought of evertying from massages, flowers, scarves, jewelery, home decorations, gift certificates...anything but nothing seemed to work. She ended up with a hanging plant. It doesn't seem good enough for a mother that raised me and is now taking care and loving my daughter every week while I'm away sitting at a desk.
Our new bed was delivered Saturday afternoon. YAY! Our old bed was only two years old wasn't holding up great so we decided to buy a nice quality bed from Denver Mattress. (They were very helpful and I would definitely recommend them to anyone looking for a new mattress).
So after my long exhausting Saturday I was longing for a nice sleep in our new comfy bed. But no. Little girl had a rough night. She doesn't have them too often but we were up quite a bit with her. She was tired but she didn't want to sleep. I'm not sure what was wrong.
Mother's day. Emotional wreck. The only excuse I could think of was that I was just exhausted. I feared bed time but couldn't wait for it either. I needed sleep but I was so afraid I would go insane if she had another night like Saturday night. My sister says you have your worst thoughts at 2:00 in the morning. So true.
Today. I get to work and all of my co-workers were assembled in the secretary's office talking about my position and how to fill it. Not that I was in a very good emotional state to start off with but I didn't like it. I know they have to talk about it but at the same time it doesn't feel good to have people talking about how to replace you.
So here I am questioning my choices. Are Victory and I going to make it just on his income? Am I going to be happy being home ALL day? Will I have any sanity left? And somehow in my mind I struggle with the idea of me not working. My mentality has always been to work, work, work, earn and save.
I could go on and on but I won't. I wish I could get my giddiness and excitment back about quitting. Right now, I just want to cry. Listenting to the pouring rain this morning just makes me want to wallow in my self pity.
I know I shouldn't. I know the answers to all of the questions above. I now we're going to be fine. I know I'll find things to keep me busy. I know that I will have time for things that I haven't had in a long time...like friends, hobbies, reading, exercising. Maybe that's why I feel selfish in not working. I know I'm quitting work to be with little girl but maybe I feel selfish because I'm secretly hoping for some "me time".
Thanks for reading this long post,and once again, as Simon Cowell would say, "self indulgent".
I hope you have a lovely day.