So...this week I found myself inadvertently semi-committed to not one, not two, but THREE part time jobs. The med-surg position I initially turned down due to not being able to count on Matt's being home consistently at night came back with a flex position offer that I apparently couldn't turn down. I told myself it was because I wanted to test out my options, etc., before deciding on one main job to pursue after taking a summer vacation with the girls. But really it is because I absolutely hate saying no.
It was not until I found myself in tears twice this week--once at the prospect of going through the whole new-job paperwork/physical/training/orientation hassle a THIRD time (even the most flexible of jobs rarely offer flexible training/orientation hours, which means a lot of juggling) and I do enjoy having at least a couple hours of downtime/day to have a cup of coffee, watch reality television, and catch up on housework; and a second time after realizing that my dreamiest job of the three (flex med-assistant and future LPN at a variety of clinics) unexpectedly decided to start my training next week, eating up every afternoon with company we have coming, and throwing the kids' 3pm pick-up routine into chaos.
Matt and I are very good at balancing each other. He encourages me to both relax and set boundaries and I encourage him to wear more than just long underwear when he is waiting at home for the cable repair man. He gave me a great pep talk this morning that helped me back away from my newest job opportunity and explain to my clinic employer my situation with the kids and family. The result: the world did not end, and things are working out splendidly on all fronts and I am looking forward to a great week with family next week that includes a tour of the flightline/Matt's plane and the girls' school Fall Program. :o)
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