Change

So tough.

Change. It's a beautiful word.

I took a phone call from my husband this past Monday.  You know what he said?  I'll tell you.

"I got the job."

Well, first he dilly-dallied around for awhile, asked me how my day at the office was going, blah, blah, blah (I could hear the good mood in his voice, and I know what a tease he is)... but then those words popped out, and I said, "You rascal, I knew it."

When we were hanging up, I said, "I love you.  But I loved you before, too."  He laughed.

This two-year unemployed, underemployed, back-to-school stint is almost over, just in time. 

Starting Monday, October 31, I will be going down to part-time work. I'll get to keep the part of my job I enjoy most: writing and editing a publication for the non-profit I've worked for since 2005.

I already have our first day-at-home planned. We're going out for breakfast. We're going to the zoo. I have a project list I plan to tackle while Jude is taking his afternoon nap. I have our first Real Meal from Scratch planned for that night.

I even agreed to iron Jono's work clothes for him.  I don't think I've ironed a man's dress shirt in my life.

Pardon my euphoria, but I won't be able to help the big fat smile I'll have on my face for the next week.  Or possibly month.  Yay.

Congratulations, Jono, and thanks.  (Love, your family)

P.S. A high five for Grandma Lehman, who donated nine hours a week of free childcare to us for two years.  You're awesome.  Enjoy your new "free" Fridays :)