the world is small, a job interview, and how my apron strings are slinkies

I had my job interview today.

Thank you for all of the well wishes, advice and concern.

I had that sick flutter feeling about 15 minutes out, from it.

10 years since my last interview.

And frankly, few interviews prior to that.

Upon walking in, I said hellos, and then hear..."I recognize that voice, it is ______."

Wow, to have a recognizable voice.

I turned and noted it was one of my nursing instructors from years past.

Wow. Small World.

She actually conducted part of the interview.

I tried to be honest about what I was bringing to the table.

I told them, my family, and their schedule was the first priority for me.

I think I answered their questions they posed to me to the best of my ability.

I tried to let tham know what skills I had, and what I was proficient at.


I will hear back in 48-72 hours.

Part of me is a little sad today, my life long goal of being a SAHM while my children were small was met. I have enjoyed every day, even the mouse trap glue, the plaster of paris, the falling in graves. I have learned so much, and would not do it any OTHER way. We have had no real schedule, other than the Mom imposed schedule. And that part of my life is over. I am no longer a 24 hour presence. And it does tug on my heart. I am no longer the one little fat feet (feet are not so little any longer) will pad to when boo boos need kissing, or the person that KNOWS everything. I share that responsibility with those in my community now.

And this next chapter, is a curious and busy one, I am sure. I look and see other women doing what I am about to do, and frankly I am amazed at the amount of juggling, the logistics of going back to work. Motherhood, is much harder than it looks, working Mothers, some of you make it look like a piece of cake.

However, SR is in school now, and PN wants to be...so off I go. It is a strange feeling. Like my apron strings are made of slinkies.

The first 6 months after my Son was born, I felt like a duck out of water, a new Mommy, and the first time since I was 15, with no full time job. I felt guilt about not "contributing to the families bank." It took a year for me to relax about not earning my keep.

What is right for some of us, is not right for all of us. None of us will ever know what the other person's road is like.

But honestly I am glad I stayed at home, my children taught me more than I could ever teach them, and I am thankful for that.....