I woke up this morning feeling extra special. I just knew the days events would bring good feelings and success, just like a fortune cookie does after you fill up on Chinese food. After THE OMNIPOTENT MOMMY went to work this morning, I sucessfully fed the children and allowed them the much needed air of freedom that only Americans can provide to their children. I allowed them to watch cartoons while I went to the bathroom. Of course, I didn't bother shutting the door because that would have been cause for Def Con 2 in this household, and screams and cries would be heard for miles if they were trapped and couldn't get into the bathroom to "hang out" with me. So, I'm sitting there reading my Uncle John's Bathroom Reader (which I highly recommend, great stuff for Father's Day) and my sweet Princess Claire decides she wants to come in and tell me hi. Small talk commences, Daddy is going potty, she thinks that's cool, so she closes the door. Nicholas is behind the door and lets out his famous Nazgul scream, and keeps screaming for at least 30 seconds, which I am ignoring because I think it's just because he doesn't want a door to be closed and in his way. Finally, Claire decides to reopen the door, and Nicholas comes in with his pinky finger looking like somebody was playing the accordian with it, all bent out of shape. I was freaking at this point because it looked like his finger was broken and irrepairable. He had gotten it trapped in the hinge side of the door, and it was just chillin' there while I ignored his screams. I felt like the worst father in the world. I had no way of knowing, but still, I have learned my lesson. I don't care if he whines in his sleep while he is dreaming, I'm going in there to check up on him.
We went to the Doctor, and he said the finger looked good considering Nicholas took the brunt of the hinge side of the door. He has some broken blood vessels and it is really sore, but he is bending it nicely so that was cause enough to forgoe the x-ray (thank you, God) and give N some Motrin instead. I finally got him and Claire home and put some food in their bellies. They were in good spirits when I put them down for a nap. I hope the happiness lasts for both of them. It has been a rough morning. Nicholas is one tough little dude, perhaps tougher than Chuck Norris, even.
Chuck Norris can't touch this.
The good news is, I just had another call from one of the positions I applied for. I better call back now. See ya later!
J
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I have a friend who did that very same thing....her husband quit work so he could focus full-time on his Masters degree...he went to Strayer, so everything was done online. It took him 3 years, I think, since he was home with 3 kids, but he was able to finish it.
He graduated last year...found a job...she quit her job so that she could finally be the stay-at-home-mom that she wanted to be...and four months later was laid off. For the past 6 months he hasn't been able to find work. So she went back to work.
No, that story isn't the most encouraging, but I just wanted to say that it is possible to do that sort of arrangement. If Stacey wanted to work full-time while you completed your education, I think that would give the economy a little bit of time to improve, and by the time you graduated, your employment opportunities would be better. It would be hard for a few years, but the payoff would be that much better in the long run.
I myself am starting to think that is what I should do. I always wanted to go back and get my MS degree...so perhaps going back to school is the way to go in this crappy economy.
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