After possibly the shortest career on record, I was fired from a job I was in love with. Heartbreaking, yes, but not nearly as heartbreaking as the month it took me to find another job. But I have done it. I found a new job, with okay pay and hours, but it doesn't start until August 8. This summer is just for softball, reading, fixing up my relationship with the kids and the husband. I am going to enjoy the next three weeks. I promise not to gripe or complain about the things I do not have. I promise to love every minute of my down time.
Since, starting August 24, I will be employed full time and starting Grad School! Yay me!
