There is big change afoot at our little home on Meadowlark Drive. Starting in January, I'm leaving my full-time job to spend more time taking care of A and start a little freelance business. Words can't describe how excited I am! Oh the joy! The baking! The coffee dates with other moms! The hanging out at the Sciencenter!
Then reality sets in and I get a little nervous. I am willfully giving up full-time employment at a time when a lot of people are clutching onto their jobs for dear life. And I will no longer have the guaranteed me-time - albeit in small snippets - that comes with dropping off your kid to someone else for the day. (Do you know how much I absolutely love knitting on the bus from my parking lot to my office? I do. I love it.)
I have no illusions that my life is going to be less tiring. Taking care of a one-year-old and a house, plus working a bit each week, is going to make for a very full life. But the opportunity to be the kind of mom that I'm dying to be, but can't quite pull off with a full-time gig, is really the chance of a lifetime. Literally, I will never get a chance to do this again.