Just when I was loving the whole I-go-to-work-thing and Blake is Mr. Mom, he took a new job. Well, almost. He's going in to hear the offer on Wednesday--Halloween. I think he should dress up as Superman because you know the guy making the offer will be dressed up and it might make him feel not so silly. Maybe they will offer more money.
Well, so this changes everything. Not only did he bring in 90% more income than me, he cleaned the bathrooms every Wednesday, did homework with the kids before I got home, had the groceries bought and put away with receipts on the counter for me to admire the good deals he found, paid all the bills, balanced the checkbook, went to parent teacher conferences, and well, everything except cook and wash the clothes (but he would fold and put away which is the worst part anyway). I wasn't a working mom. I was just working. He was a working mom. He did it all. Since I don't have the kind of job I can walk away from in October, I will now truly be a working mom.
And I am very scared.
If he accepts the offer, he will be working at Close to My Heart-- that's right, the scrapbook and card making supply place... there's always a silver lining!