and start carrying papers again. Figures.
The new job is okay. It pays pretty well for entry-level, is fairly flexible, and I get to take home loads of food every night for dinner. Also, I can pick up health insurance after the first couple of months. (On the downside, I work with a woman who flips out and threatens physical violence on occasion, and have already had one run-in with her.)
The problem is that it’s a more normal schedule, usually 8a - 3p, whereas delivering papers was more like 3 a.m. to 6 a.m.
The REAL problem is: I miss my babies. They’re in daycare, and it’s killing me. THEY like it just fine, but Momma is hurting here. The Weeping Princess has been bitten three times in the last three weeks too–again, a fact that unsettles me much more than it seems to her. I’ve even noticed the older kids being grouchier, a little more difficult, etc. Our home doesn’t seem to have the sense of serenity it once had, and I truly think it has to do with my hours and my “tired mom” quotient.
Paywise…well, I made more $$ carrying papers, although without the benefits of weekends off and health insurance (I can only get insurance on myself through work–still have to get Hoosier Healthwise for the older kids.)
This is depressing the hell out of me. I just gave up three really plum routes, and now I’m thinking that I’ll end up being a carrier again. Fortunately, I handed over two of my routes to my son, and am splitting the third one with a friend, so I may be able to eventually do them all again. If not, getting new routes won’t be a problem, I think. The DMs know me, and know I’m a long-timer and am good at the job.
And I think I can thank our lovely Persephone for helping me get this all in focus. I’m so sad that she didn’t have time to do all the things she wanted to, and it’s helped me remember that I’m only going down this road once. The Weeping Princess and Tanbone will only be this young for a while. After that, I can do whatever I want–go to school, get another degree, work in whatever job.
But right now…I miss my babies.
Am I making sense?
Best,
karol