Officially

Today, for the first time in my life I turned in a letter of resignation. Of course, considering that I'd been a stay-at-home-mom for 12 years prior to this job, that would be kind of par for the course.

I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I have been moderately unhappy at my job for quite awhile now, but figured I was just whiny and you know, not playing well with others. I have been praying for months that God would help me find a better attitude at work. Finally, last Tuesday night, in desperation, I prayed again that God would help me with my attitude or send something else my way.

The next day I was called in my supervisor's office and told to shut the door behind me.

I hate it when they tell you to close the door.

Again, not going into details, but I will say that I was proud of myself for not crying in front of her. Instead, I went outside to my car and called my husband and then burst into tears. And because he truly does love me and knew it wasn't just me being overly emotional (gee, like I'm prone to that or something...) he was instantly mad and told me to leave. Immediately. Of course, I'm too spineless to do something like that. I mean, she didn't insult my momma or anything.

So after a long phone call with Lori that night, a tearful phone call to my momma, much talking with Paul (still angry at that point) and then a budget written out to the penny, it was decided that I would, indeed, leave my job. The original plan was six weeks notice, but after going to work on Thursday feeling like I needed to vomit and shaking for the entire first hour I was there, Paul and I both agreed that two weeks was plenty.

I have faith that God has something in store for me. I know that everything happens for a reason. I know that we won't starve. I do worry about the car payment getting paid, but I'm working on letting that go because I really do believe this is part of God's plan.

I know that I am SO looking forward to staying home with my kids again that it is insane. I mean, I'm really that excited. The kids want me to substitute teach at their school. I love that they want me to because it means I'm still cool to them. I want to have a clean house. Paul wants me to cook again. See? I think this will work.

Me staying at home again was actually in our plans - it was just in the plans for next year. Oh well. Like I said, God has a plan. I'm just going to enjoy things in the meantime.


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