Two weeks ago, I got a phone call from my old boss, out of the blue. I knew something was up, because he doesn’t just call for no reason. Sure enough, once the chit chat was out of the way, he asked if I would/could come back, on a part-time basis. Hmmm…….I told him I would think about it, let him know honestly what my schedule is and if they would work with it. It is so important to me that I be the one dropping off and picking up my children from their schools. That was much of the reason I quit my job in the first place.
Did I want to work again? Did I want to go back? Would it be “worth it” for me to do it? Would they be willing to work around my schedule, and make it financially worth my while? Would I reasonably have enough time, or would I be overstretching myself? Would I still be able to give enough to my first priorities of family, friends, and my Share/MoD commitments? Thoughts flew through my head. It was a tough weekend, going back and forth, thinking out loud with my husband and friends.
Michael was his usual self in this regard…..not very helpful. I love him for it, but his normal answer to situations like this is “Do what will make you happy, and what you want to do.” Sometimes, I wish someone would just TELL me what to do in my life when things like this arise. Oh to be five again! My biggest concern is that my children NOT be affected in a negative way at all. If I could get a few hours in without changing their routine, then I would do it.
So, I called my boss back, and left him a message. Last Friday, we finally had a chance to talk about it. And I was brutally honest. I would come back, for up to five hours a week in office, on my terms. AND the pay had to more than make up for the childcare I would be paying for Ethan to go back to our daycare. They agreed. Geez, they must really be desperate.
So, I’m back. I started today. I was very apprehensive last night, and feeling like maybe I had made the wrong choice. I didn’t want to go to work. How would the kids react? Would they be upset or worried? NOPE. They were a little confused, but handled it like it was nothing. And when I got to the office, everyone was so nice, so happy to see me, so happy I was there. And it felt good. It was just enough time to get some stuff done, and feel like a grown-up rather than just “mommy”. Two mornings a week, I will go in for 2 1/2 hours. Not a big deal, right? I don’t have to get up any earlier than I already do, and I’m done before Ryley gets out of school. And if in a month, it’s not working, then I will just have to tell them that and walk away once again. They are also going to let me access the office server from home so I can work from here a few more hours a week.
We’ll just see how this goes. Ethan will be starting school in January or February and I had thought about trying to get a few hours in on those days anyways. I just bumped the process up a couple of months. Wish me luck!