Time for Some Change
There's no better word for it. After a summer fraught with uncertainty, filled with missed opportunities to actually discuss the changes affecting the family in the autumn, and following an unresolved salary negotiation, the Bosses decided to go in a different direction. With six weeks notice.
It's a hell of a way to round out a two part, eight-years-out-of-the-last-ten stint in loco parentis.
I find myself in my early thirties with no real life experience, and a toddler who requires constant feeding and looking after. I feel like a complete failure.
To say that I am devastated and terrified is a gross understatement.
I know there are lots of people worse off than me. Way worse off. And yet, I still can't quite wrap my head around what to do next. So, I've been brainstorming. I have a few ideas, tiny germs of ideas. One of them is that I should change up the format of this here bloglet. I've said that I think it's stale, and perhaps it needs to be about something else... I still enjoy the process of putting thoughts out there, but I'm smart enough to know when to say when.