I'm lucky that I've been able to have the luxury of taking care of our child, seeing him grow and learn every day. No amount of salary can compensate for any of those moments in any way. I'm also blessed to have a husband who spoils me and who tries to satisfy most of my whims. We're lucky that he earns enough to support us comfortably and provide us with extra indulgences as well.
But I've also always said that I'm not cut out to be a full-time housewife. I crave for those feelings of independence, fulfillment and self-confidence that having a job used to give me. I don't enjoy being totally financially dependent on my husband. The Lord forbid something happens to him, I don't want to be left lost and incapable of supporting myself and our son. It's a morbid thought, I know, but not unrealistic.
I've already applied for a position at the hospital where I used to work, and where J works, but the very unreliable person at the HR department lost my papers. And she only admitted it to us after we waited for more than a year of numerous follow-ups. They're supposedly trying to solve the problem but I'm so frustrated because I've lost nearly two more years of my professional life waiting for it. I'm ready to move on but since I haven't practiced in nearly four years, I'm going to have a hard time getting hired by another hospital. xo
I'm not sure what our next step will be. J and I are still discussing it, trying to find a way to solve this particular problem. I'm optimistic though that we'll figure something out eventually with God's guidance. For now, I'm going to drown my frustration in a bowl of mac and cheese.
Mood Music: Fix You by Coldplay