I have decided to go back to work full-time.  I have tried this SAHM thing and it really isn’t for me.  I have been faking it–I’m an awesome faker.  I am just not as happy as I could be and life is to short to squander opportunities for happiness.  I stayed home one full year and this past year I started working part-time.  I love my son, don’t get me wrong but I am not a good SAHM–unless laying around on the couch letting him memorize SpongeBob epsisodes counts and if it does I am so winning Mother of The Year.  I long to be working and miss teaching.  I have tried on the whole “I am so happy to not be teaching high school anymore” and the “I love not having to work” but they are empty and I have been saying them to myself for two years and guess what–I still don’t believe it. 

So, I have started applying for teaching jobs that will start in the fall.   I am a little sad that I won’t have the same special time with Peepers that I had with Minnow but I just can’t do it anymore–without turning into an Afterschool special on Obesity and Insanity.  Minnow will thrive in daycare–as I think I totally bore him and Peepers will do alright–I can already tell she is a social climber.  My kids will be happy if I am happy and right now I am not all that happy. 

There is an opening in one of the districts I really want to work in–sorry to disappoint but I have given up on teaching in impoverished districts.  I am moving on to more affluent ground.  Sorry, but yes I am totally selling out.  I need the extra money to pay for day care and for gas. 

The district that is currently my first choice requires a phone screening interview.  It was hard–part of that is because of the problem on my phone line and all I could hear was static–I hope I answered the right questions.  I tend to overthink questions and I caught myself making faces at the telephone after a few answers think to myself–“sure that’s what I think.”  I am pretty sure I “passed” the interview.  We will see.  They have two open positions for my area–high school English and they want to have them filled by May 23rd–the last day of school.  I would love to know that I have a job lined up before I went to Ethiopia. 

When I got my palm read–the lady did tell me I was getting a new job–this wasn’t the job I was envisioning but it is so much better–I actually get paid a real salary and they will pay for the doctorate…icing on the cake baby and I love icing. 

I have to say that I honestly hope I never have to do a phone interview again.  I like to see the person’s face when I answer when I use my big words.