You've GOT to be kidding me (or, Oh the irony)

Wow. How quickly things change. I posted at 8:30 am today, and already there's news. Unbelievable.

This afternoon at around 1:30, as I was attending to a crying Kid A, I got a message from my first-choice county -- wait for it -- offering me a job. Seriously. Ha ha, very funny, universe. Very funny. At first I was pissed -- boy, was I pissed. Really? I wait around for two weeks to hear from you, and now you offer me a job? And I'm supposed to start in 10 days? And find child care? Really? Man oh man. Some nerve.

But then I returned the phone call and was able to connect with the supervisor who offered me the job. I accepted, but indicated that we do need to find childcare. I think I used the word "scramble." The first thing out of her mouth was, "Oh, I've talked with my supervisor, and we can work with you on the start date." Immediately, about 85% of my anger dissipated. Huh. Maybe that's why I was passed over in the first round. Thank goodness I have the leverage of the time crunch working in my favor. Wow. Wow.

So now it's time for me to cram in all the bonding I can with Kid A in the 10 days or two weeks or however much time I have left before I'm back in the working world. How quickly things change, no? And I've got to start pumping like a milk factory, and go buy some clothes that fit that are suitable for work ...

But before all of that, I've got to go make dinner.

Oh, one last thing: I do plan to keep writing about motherland, but maybe not quite as frequently as I would have if I weren't working! So do check back, if you're interested. And if it's been a while, and you're wondering what we're up to, holla!