Decision

I decided to do part-time teaching. I just thought it would be too hard on the boys to suddenly have a nanny that they have never met, or to suddenly double their hours at school. So now the only thing I have to figure out is where they can go Tuesday and Thursday mornings. And there are some other complications as well, such as how I will get them to school when my husband is traveling. All at once my life is so much more complicated, but my brain needs to work so badly. It would make a lot more sense for me to not work until the fall, but I seriously think I would have to start drinking during the day if I were to stay at home for another nine months.

Henry is going to FLIP OUT when he finds out that I will be gone every morning. The boy doesn't even like changing his underwear, for pete's sake, much less his daily schedule. Quinn will no doubt coast right on through. Funny how two little brothers can have such vastly different personalities.

So I don't know how much I will be blogging over the holidays since I will now be re-teaching myself calculus for the next two weeks out of my old college text. Thank goodness I kept that. And being married to a mathematician certainly will speed up my learning curve! Oh yeah, and I have to find childcare for the boys, too. Man, and I thought LAST Christmas was chaotic! C'est la vie! At least my Christmas shopping is done. And there is a full cellar of wine to help me through. Plus that bottle of vodka if I am really desperate.

Sidenote:

We just ate at Taco Bell. I always feel gross for a solid day after eating that food, but today is even worse, mostly for the irony. Because... tonight we are going to a "Slow Food Dinner." If you are not familiar, the "slow food" movement is a group of people that believes that the key to health and happiness is to eat good, organic, natural foods that take as long or longer to prepare than they do to eat. And they obviously believe in eating as many preservative-free foods as possible, and lots of fruits and veggies. Which we believe, too, in theory. Let's hope they don't smell the Burrito Supreme on my breath.