Last time I posted, it was how I had too many responsibilities.
Well, I’ve dumped a few of them. Don’t worry, the kids are fine. The dog is still with us. And so is Mom.
But I quit my job.
My last day is February 11, so I still have a few days left. But I already feel lighter!
I liked working there, but it took more of my time and energy than I could spare. I bit off more than I could chew.
The good news is that I recognized this before I hit rock bottom. I’ve gotten burned out at jobs before (I seem to prefer the non-profit sector), so this time I recognized the warning signs, and didn’t stay out of a sense of duty.
Plus, my vacancy has already been filled by another staff member, so I’m not leaving anyone in the lurch.
With my extra time, I’m planning to hit the gym each morning after I put the kids on the bus. Hopefully, it’ll ensure I’m ready for whatever happens with Mom or the kids.
I didn’t have to work today, but I did end up spending the time I would have spent at the office taking Mom to have lab tests done.
Like I mentioned briefly before, Mom is going to be evaluated on February 12 to see if she’s a good candidate for a kidney transplant. That involves a whole mess of doctors’ appointments, because she has to be cleared by all of her specialists before she can be considered. Between Mom, the kids and me, I’ve got 10 appointments scheduled in a 3-week period.
So life is still crazy, just not AS crazy. Thank God.