Corbin is growing up so fast. It's hard to believe he's the last little baby I'll have. This will be the last time I see my baby smile for the first time, roll over, crawl, pull up, and walk. And to be honest, I feel like I'm missing out on most of it. Working mom guilt at it's finest.
Eddie & I are starting to discuss our options for the next few years. I've taught 8th grade for 8 years, and I do love my job. It has been completely necessary for me to work full time outside of the house in the past. I mean, heck, I spent 4 years in college pursuing my career because it is what I wanted to do. And going through my divorce, it was a blessing that I worked full time and could support myself and the girls.
But it is taxing coming to school and teaching 110 other peoples' kids, and then going home to my own. Right now, my mom watches the girls, and my in-laws watch Corbin. I had the girls in daycare for half days, and I swear they were sick every single week for the 3 months they were enrolled. They could start pre-school next Fall, but it's only 3 hours long, and for 3 days a week. The cost for full time day care for 3 kids would pretty much guarantee I brought home like $300 a month.
So we're going to sit down, work on a budget, and try to come up with some options. Would I love to stay home full time? I think so. It would be a huge change, but I think it could be a good one. Could I possibly do half days at school? Sure, I know several other teachers in my district who do this. Could I sub a few days a week? Yeah, that's another option. I could definitely supplement our income with my blog money, and possibly taking photography seriously and starting a business on the side. Right now, I don't have the time to even think about doing that. Currently, I'd feel guilty spending evenings or weekends away from the kids to run a side business. If I were home full or part time, I could definitely get myself motivated enough to try this. Again, these are all ideas that we've been tossing around the past few days.
However, if I do stop teaching, how will I ever fill the void of having to call parents because a child is pretending to be a pet octopus in class, or having a student answer Myrtle Beach for what ocean borders our state, or telling a child that Phil McCrack is not an appropriate name for them to assume for their Facebook research project? (and this is just an example of what has happened today, y'all).
Anyway, here are some pictures of my little man. Love him!
And this is what my poor son's hair looks like. It's been this way since he was born, but he totally looks like a mini Gargamel.