I am sick to my stomach,
Not from a bug
And no, before you go there - not a baby.
It makes me sick.
Worrying about daycare.
Worrying about work days.
Worrying about working 3 days a week or 4.
Worrying about job sharing.
Why do I torment myself?
Is it because I've always had a job?
Do I live in fear of NOT having that support?
Of relying of Jeff completely and not bringing anything to my family?
I am so frustrated.
Sick & frustrated.
I believe I remember venting about my frustrations not too long ago...
Still no change.
Still very, very hard and upsetting.
This is me breathing through it.
I know no matter what, my opinion does not count and nothing will change.
I could go for that other job,
But what about the discount for medical attention?
No advice needed.
This is unless of course anyone knows of job that pays about $14 an hour working 3 SET days a week?
Or if you are willing to share your lottery winnings?