Call me SAHM

Yesterday was my last day at work, I'm officially a SAHM again. This is mostly due to the fact that I was terrible at the job and miserable about it. It fits into the grand scheme of things if they go as planned, however, in that when we adopt, I'll need to be a SAHM anyway, this is just two months sooner than we'd planned.

And to that end, we are attending the Adoption Training Classes this weekend. The whole weekend. Tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday. I'm going to be a busy bee. DH and I are going together, DD will camp out at Lynn's. She's blissed out about it, too. Or, more accurately, hyped. (Sorry, Lynn.)

I've had so many things start to happen around me I've had to actually use a little calendar to keep everything straight. I keep it in my purse and if something I have to do gets written down, my success rate of actually showing up is about 95%. I actually have an organizational tool that works, who'd a thunk it?

So I've got LOADS to do. The front room still needs sorting, the garden is needing some planning, planting, tending, I've got a pile of mending that's so large I'm afraid to go near it, the dishes to do, etc., etc.

On the one hand, I'm thrilled in that I feel like I have my life back, again. On the other hand I'm stressed because I feel like we're now on a financial tightrope without a net.

Just have to remember to breath. In and out. Sigh.

So, hello, again!