Have you ever felt change in the air? I don't mean how the (beautiful and hot) long summer days slowly get shorter and cooler, and you start to feel the "crispness" in the air as the days turn shorter and autumn sneaks up on you. (bleck!! pa-tooie!! Fall means the death of everything green and lovely!) I'm talking about life changes (not to be confused with "change of life", I'm only 35, kids!). I'm generally not a very "deep" person, at least I pretend not to be, so I usually don't get these "feelings", but I think that God has been trying to prepare my change resistant mind for something. I'm generally pretty dense and literal when it comes to "signs from God" and all that, so I usually have to be practically hit over the head with it before I notice what's going on. But I've felt it for a few weeks now....at first just hints, with a little restlessness inside, but now it's built up to a fever pitch in my head. My comfortable, familiar, secure little routine is going to change in some way, and I don't like it. At all.
Have I ever mentioned how resistant to change I am? While the undiagnosed mildly ADD part of me gets bored with routine, the shy, nervous, insecure part of me clings to familiarity like Linus clings to his security blanket. I remember crying for 2 hours as a 10 year old kid just because I found out that I was getting a new bus driver. Same school, same bus stop, same kids, just a different bus and driver. I'm obviously better than that now, but it still stresses me out.
What's changing? Well, I'm not sure entirely, but there have been some little changes around here. The kids have gone back to school, so that routine is different, and they are attending a different school this year due to redistricting. We are lucky to live in an area with great schools, so it has been a nearly seamless transition. The kids are happy and comfortable there. Their new teachers seem wonderful, and the school itself is very much like their old school, which we loved, so that's all good. Also, I'm actually enjoying the peace during the day while the kids are gone, so the whole "back to school" change has gone well for all of us.
Another change occurred on the first day of school-we adopted a dog. If you read my recent Doggone Guilt post, then you know how badly I did not want a dog, but how badly my daughter did. Well, I gave in to the Mommy Guilt, and we are now the owners of a big, furry, sweet mutt. He's a good dog, with none of the issues that our old dog had-he doesn't chew, doesn't pee in the house, he's perfectly happy laying around the house all day, and he doesn't even bark. Basically, he's a big cat. He's been taught some basic commands at some point, so he's well behaved, and walks on a leash like a dream. But, he's still one more thing to take care of, and it seems that the kids and I are a little allergic to him. Most frustrating for me, is that the cats, particularly my favorite cat (my baby!), is afraid of him, so he's been spending most of his time outside. This particular cat is a very social animal, and loves to be where ever we are, so it makes me sad. I feel guilty in a weird way, like we replaced him, or something. Ugh. Anyhow, we aren't giving away another animal, so we are stuck. (Don't get me wrong, the rest of the family is thrilled with him.)
Ok, I know, those are sort of "weenie changes", not a big deal at all, right? True, that. But there's more coming, I just know it. First of all, my hours at work have been cut even more. For those of you who don't know, I work part time as the Assistant Director of Education at a tutoring company franchise. Basically, I have a fancy title and my own office, but crappy pay with no benefits or anything. I like my job a lot, and I love the people I work with though, and I've been there for 7 years. This is our slow time of year, plus the business has been hit hard by the economy, so in order to make payroll, everyone who is not salary is getting hours cut dramatically. I'm down to 14 pathetic hours a week, which combined with my sad little wage, is not good. Things will pick up eventually, but this is no time to ask for a raise.
My husband talked me into applying for a teaching assistant position in our district. The pay and hours would be much better than what I have now, but I don't want to do it! I don't want to leave my current job, but I really would like to make more money, and it kind of "feels" like this might be the right thing for me right now. I have my teaching degree, but my certification is expired, and I'm just not ready to have my own classroom again. I want/need a job that I can leave at work at the end of the day, and teaching just isn't that way. I don't have the energy or desire to take on that kind of commitment at this point, so a teaching
assistant position might be my best option.
I don't know. My heart is screaming "No! Don't do it! Stay! Who cares if you make an insulting wage! You like what you do, you like having an office, business cards, and the ability to apply your college degree! You like working with friends! You like being able to get lunch from Chipotle and Panera like a grownup instead of having to ask permission to leave the building or eat in the cafeteria!"
But the bills are screaming "Pay me!" and the pretty fall clothes are calling "Hey you! Wouldn't you like to buy me?" And the tuition fees at the amazing, private Christian high school we'd like to be able to send our kids to someday are saying "Yeah, right! Do you think you'll ever be able to afford this?" So, it looks like some type of job change may be in order. Bah. I'm much too old to run to my Mom's house, and lay on the couch crying and screaming and kicking my feet like I did when I was ten, but that's kind of what I feel like doing... I know, I know...I'm a wimp. My issues are really no big deal in the grand scheme of life, but...but...but....I'm scared.
Anyhow, I'm sorry for the long winded, boring post, but I haven't posted in a while, and wanted to let you all know what's going on in my world. I'll be back tomorrow with something more fun!