Click. I sent it. After months of calculating lost wages, the grimy state of my house, higher cost of benefits, fewer hours at the babysitter, and my mental sanity, I sent it. My heart pounded and I closed my eyes when my mouse clicked “send”.
A letter to my boss requesting to temporarily go part-time.
Now I wait and see if I will go from a full-time employee, part-time mom and wife, and the job I can’t quit (diabetes, you are a drag) to a part-time everything. (Exception: full-time diabetes.)
I have been part-time for a month now. Besides the drastic cut in pay, I like it. My house is clean(er), I spend more time at home and on the ranch, and it just feels right. Too bad I didn’t win the lottery, so I could stay home and work when I want to. Because that’s what billionaires do, right? A post for another day: What would I do with a billion dollars to spend?