I haven't posted a blog post in two months. I have taken on some over-confident single parent moments. My Dad is now living on the opposite side of the US from me in a new Assisted Living place. I wanted to see him there for myself to make sure he was OK. That meant a five-hour cross-country flight with a four-year-old boy alone. Over-confident, bordering on cocky. Yep.
Overall the trip was great. When the first flight took off, my son squealed with delight. The travel there was two flights with a layover. It was awful. I thought changing flights would give him time to stretch this legs and get some energy out. No. Imagine an over tired woman, dragging a weeping child from terminal to terminal who ate every snack I packed on the first flight. By the time we got to our destination, he was over tired from not napping and hungry since all snacks and airline cookies were gone. After many requests to go potty, he announced abruptly while in line for the car rental shuttle that he must pee right NOW.
After our first cross-country flight level meltdown, the rest of the trip was easy. Then the strangest thing happened. I was in our rental car driving beside the ocean. My son hurt himself in the rental car office and his eye was swelling but he was fast asleep so the crying had stopped. We were in the final leg of our travels and I let myself take a breath. This is not a vacation but I was going to try to have vacation-like moments. My GPS seemed confident that our destination was only one hour away. Then, my phone rang.
The day before the trip while I was packing, I interviewed online for a great job. It was something like what I do but different. I found out about the job the last day to be considered meaning you had to apply now or never. I took a chance and applied. An interview followed. The day after the interview and the end of my first travel day, I was called and told that I was the committee's first choice. Glee ensued. I immediately called my best friend. I was in shock from the exhausting day of travel, the stress of my job and now the promise of something new around the corner.
This is why you haven't heard from me in a while. I have been transitioning. I have been with my current employer in my present-day position for 12 years. My one income pays both our mortgage and preschool. Changing jobs is not a small decision. It changes our entire family workflow.
I told myself for years that I could not change jobs as a mother with a kid in preschool. My needs had to wait. My kid needs consistency at this young age. We have already changed preschools once already and it was hard work. But my heart yearned for more. Could I really keep answering the same questions and do the same thing everyday? I took a risk and asked the universe for change. Then it happened. I look like I have been eating light bulbs. I am nervous yet very excited about the challenges and opportunities coming my way.
My son can see a difference. He seems OK with it. My new job is around the corner from our house. Once he goes to school next year, I will be so close and ready to react quickly instead of the 25-minute car drive.
So you see, we have been preparing ourselves for happier times.