Sigh

Sometimes I think I have the greatest job ever and my life is finally figured out and then it all goes kaput. I had my work/career/family time all figured out and working very nicely, but then my childcare was abruptly cut short. I don't have the money to go to a regular daycare while I pay for my son's preschool. I don't think I can continue to only work part-time. I changed my job so that I could spend more time with my children, but with my new arrangement I feel like I am spending less time with them. And that time is precious and quickly slipping away. I need more.

As for my job, I love the people and the atmosphere, but, frankly, I am getting a little bored. I think I can do more, but I need more time at my library. I don't want to do mediocre work. I have so many ideas packed in my head that are screaming to get out, but I need another venue. I think I am on the search for another library position. Of course, that won't happen in a day and I need to be patient. That is hard. Life is hard. I just wish . . .