I quit my job.
No, let me rephrase that: I quit one of my jobs.
When I posted last Friday that I had a big announcement coming up, 46 people guessed I was pregnant (jeez, is getting pregnant all I ever do around here?!?), 2 people correctly guessed that I quit my job, 1 person thought I started a new band (you wish, RE!), and 1 person guessed that I got a book deal (that was my absolute favorite guess.)
I handed in my resignation letter at 9 am this morning, and I’m giving them until September 15th. After that date, instead of working in an office all day, sitting in a classroom all night, baking cakes until 3 am, and seeing my kids whenever I can – I will no longer be sitting in the office all day. The rest, I’ll still be doing.
I will be a full-time Student of law, Full-time Mom, and part-time cake business operator – never in that order.
Leaving my day-job means being able to finish my degree in half the time, which means spending less money on school, and a shorter time until I’m making money again. It also means not paying out $2000 per month in daycare, which of course means being able to see my babies while they’re still babies.
People have been telling me for a long time that the amount of jobs/responsibilities I have on my plate is just crazy. It is crazy. People shouldn’t do this to themselves. My health and my family are suffering.
But giving up a $50,000 a year job is also crazy. Especially in this economy. This has been the scariest decision of my entire life. I’ve been with this company for 3 ½ years, and leaving anything you’ve done for that long can be an emotional struggle, even without the financial worry. Additionally, I have to say, the idea of being technically unemployed is really, really hard on my Feminist conscious. It puts me in a very unfamiliar, unsettling position of being reliant on my husband for financial support. But this marriage is a partnership, and I went back to work 5 weeks after a cesarean so my husband could focus on school. It’s my turn now. I earned this, and He's the first person to say so.
We’ve managed to work out a plan that will help us survive until I’m finished with school – HOPEFULLY. A month ago this wouldn’t have been possible, but Husband’s mom (seeing what we were going through) stepped in and offered to help us lower some of our bills. Without her help, we’d never have been able to do this. I also applied for a “Loss of Income” adjustment on my school loans so I should be able to take out some more money for us to live on until I’m through with my degree. And of course I’ll make more cakes… anything I can do to keep us afloat.
Now, please send me all the love and support and well-wishes you can because I am quietly freaking the fuck out over here. I know in my heart I made the right choice, but my head is a little harder to convince.
~TFB Out.
Congratulations! In the end this will be saving you so much money because you'll be earning a great salary sooner.
I just finished my degree. I stayed home with the kids all the time except for the 9 hours a week I had classes and the 3 weekend night shifts I worked. It's nice to be home with them but it's hard to fully concentrate when you know you have a million things to do.
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