During soccer season, I was chatting with one of my girlfriends (but mostly watching Mimi’s game. Really!) when I mentioned that I had been keeping my eyes open for some sort of job. I hadn’t worked or volunteered much in the previous year and really felt the need to be doing something more. The only catch was that I wanted something that worked around my girls’ school schedule. They still
needed wanted me to be there when they came home from school and during all the holidays.
A couple days later, my friend called to let me know that she had just talked to another friend that was looking for someone to work for her. It would be helping with the preschool part of a home daycare. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get involved with another preschool program, but I said I would call the number and talk to the gal.
I felt instantly comfortable with Miss B and agreed to a week’s trial to see how we got along. I had so much fun working with those kids. The experience was completely different from the place I had previously worked at for four very long years. I felt appreciated and respected by my new boss. (Because of course she hired me. Although it took another week before we got to filling out an application!) I was so amazed that I got paid to come in and play with kids and love on babies. (We have four one year olds!) And the very best part was that the schedule was a perfect match for me needs.
After a month or so, I started feeling what nearly every stay-at-home-mom begins to feel. Isolation. I was with those kids pretty much by myself. There’s only so many pretend cookies and tea one can eat, so many times you can sing the Itsy, Bitsy Spider, or talk about what sound the letter “M” makes before your brain starts to turn to mush. Then when the kids went out to play, I would literally have nothing to do…expect maybe read a kid book yet again. I realized that I had become bored and…trapped.
I had hesitated in talking to my boss about my feelings. I knew how long she had been looking for someone that was a good “fit” for her little business. Yet, I knew I had to do it
before my head split open and my brains fell out sometime. I hated the thought of not hanging out with my little friends, but the truth was, I had started to dread going to work each day. That’s not a good thing.
I have to say that Miss B took it very well. In fact, she kinda sorta had to pry out of me that I thought maybe I was giving my notice. (No, I not a bit wishy washy) I told her that I wouldn’t bail out and leave her in a lurch. I would stay until she found someone else to take over my position. She looked at me a moment and then asked if I could possibly hold on through June.