Choice, Part Two

I realized this weekend that I do have a choice.

I can choose to go back to work full-time, outside the home. I've been working 20-30 hours a week from home (while watching a near-toddler; yes, I am insane). I've been miserable. I need a life of work and adult interaction. I'm lonely, bored, yet stressed constantly about my poor performance and my neglected mind is an unending torture.

And now that Bruiser is almost one, I feel I can make this choice with less detriment to my desire to parent a certain way. (ZERO criticism of people who have or require different approaches implied here; we make our own calls.) There are also WAAAAY more options in Hippy College Town for toddlers as opposed to teensy weensy infants, and you get far more bang for your buck in terms of quality.

This is also perfect timing: my hubby is learning a skilled trade related to his love of and talent for music, and it requires a lot of time and effort (on top of his 50-hour work weeks). So if I found a job with benefits, we could possibly both have what we need to thrive. And Bruiser could hang with his papa most days.

Instead of his insane and blue mama.