Ok, so I finally have a job....well, that is if I pass the background check and drug test. And being that my time as a stay at home mom hasn't left me much of a window into Charlie Sheen's Korner, I think I'm good on all of that.
Do I want to go back to work? Surprisingly, part of me says no. It's a great company, the one I wanted to get in with, but it's only part time to start out, and there are no guarantees that it will become full time, and, well, I will miss Dean.
The other part of me says something like OH MY GOD WOMAN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? THIS IS WHERE YOU WANTED TO BE, EVEN IF IT IS NOT ENTIRELY IDEAL, GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE YOU LOSE ALL TOUCH WITH THE WORKING WORLD FOR CHRISTS SAKE AND THEN NO ONE WILL EVER HIRE YOU (yes, I do yell it in my head like that. You'd be impressed at the voices in my head actually)
So, there it is. It is what it is, and all of that bullshit.