It has been almost three years, to the day, since I stopped working. I stopped a week before C was born and never went back.
My decision to stay home was a no-brainier. While I did ok, financially speaking, living just outside of Manhattan where child care was a fortune, it just didn’t pay. Besides, I really wanted to be the one to raise my son; I am lucky that I could.
I always thought that I would stay home until our youngest started kindergarten and then look for something part-time that would allow me to be home when the kids get on and off the bus. That was the plan…
And then a facebook post, two weeks ago, changed everything.
I happen to follow the Facebook page of the school where C attends and two weeks ago a post popped up on my newsfeed:
Music teacher needed.
Funny enough, I had just gone to lunch with a girlfriend and we were discussing the kinds of jobs we would look for when the time came to get back into the workforce. My answer:
Something with music or theater. Maybe teaching children music or theater.
Those were my exact words; I swear. At the very least, I needed to see what this job was all about.
As it turns out the old music teacher was leaving on very good terms. The job was running both the music program and the Mommy-and-Me program. 12 hours a week.
I decided to put my name in the running and find out more. To be perfectly honest, it is the perfect job for me, next year(emphasis on next). Next fall, at two, Baby B will start school there and then it would be the perfect job.
I need another year, but in another year will a job like this come along again?–Probably not.
Two interviews later, I learned that I would only need to work 12 hours a week and I could make my own schedule. My parents thought it was an amazing opportunity and said they would watch B for me.
So, here I am, two weeks later…
They offered me the job.
Am I really ready to go back to work.? Are we ready for me to go back to work?