Yesterday, for the first time, I started to feel like my stomach was stretched beyond capacity. It felt like my skin was going to burst and everything was super tight. I understand that it's going to get even worse, but I just can't imagine how. We better be more conscientious about putting that lotion on my stomach...not that I truly believe it will help with stretch marks, but just to trick my mind into not worrying about it so much.
So I found out the other day that I might not be able to take off as much as I wanted to (the whole second semester) and still get paid. Some DOE bull...I gotta still find out for sure what the deal is, but if what I was told is true and I can't "trick" the system somehow (or get over my moral dilemma with that idea), I may be back in either 3rd quarter or 4th quarter. Right now the idea of coming back doesn't phase me too much...it bums me out a little bit, but in a way I kind of like the idea of finishing the year out with my kids.
As far as what happens after that...that's still a question mark too. Dave hasn't tried to check with the Resident Manager yet...the Association was supposed to have their meeting at the end of June, but we haven't heard yet if they have given us approval to do baby-sitting in our unit. If that falls through, I'm not sure what we're going to do. We can't afford to live on one salary, so it's either that I'd have to get some other job where I work at night or something, break the rules and babysit "nieces and nephews," or give up my dream of staying at home. Ah, God has a plan for us, so whatever happens, happens.
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