Alternately titled: No, I'm Not Pregnant.
Further titled: Bite Your Tongue.
It's no secret that I have Working Mother Woes. I talk quite frequently of the Mommy Guilt. And my (oftentimes hellish) commute into Boston.
But especially nowadays with the economy what it is, I actually consider myself lucky to be employed. There doesn't seem to be much else out there closer to home, with comparable pay. Trust me, I've looked. And interviewed. And had my hopes dashed once or twice.
Yet as the boyz continue to get older, me working so far away in Boston has become less and less desirable. Especially at the start of a brand-new school year.
So I've managed to work out a compromise.
Effective September 10, I will no longer be working on Thursdays (!!!!!! squee!!!!!)
I have successfully negotiated for a "flexible work arrangement" (which my company highly touts and promotes). I will be receiving 90% (as opposed to 80%) of my salary, which basically means I must work 2 regular days (8:45-4:45) and 2 longer days on Mondays and Wednesdays.
I can't tell you how excited I am.
To be able to put Eldest and Middle on the school bus and wave goodbye. To drive Baby to preschool and then to have 3 HOURS ALONE before I go back and pick him up. To have precious one-on-one time with Baby before his big brothers get off the bus. To make a family dinner every Thursday. To get groceries, do laundry and all the other household minutae that I am forced to do on weekends nowadays.
The best part?
That I'm not even taking a pay cut to be able to do this.
Between saving on commuting and childcare, we actually break even.
I couldn't be more thrilled.