So we found out last week that our team has to move to our new building in Aurora this coming Friday, which means my commute time is going to double. And the dress code is business casual. No more jeans, sandals, or sleeveless shirts. ARGH. I have hardly anything to wear, but I guess the good news is that I get to go shopping.<\/p>\n
I still haven’t decided if I am going to work full-time or not. I am wavering. On one hand, I feel so guilty even thinking <\/em>about going back to work full-time and leaving Adrianna with our neighbor, Janette. On the other hand, I would continue to make the sacrifice of getting up at an ungodly hour (which will become even more ungodly due to the longer commute time) so that I can be home by 3 and spend all afternoon and evening with Adrianna. And Greg doesn’t take her over there until 9, so she wouldn’t even be there full days. That helps appease my guilt somewhat, but it is just such a hard decision. So I keep putting it off, but I cannot get it off of my mind.<\/p>\n Another plus is that Adrianna loves Janette and all the little boys that are in her childcare with her. And she learns from them too, I think. I cannot make up my mind. And we like Janette too. She has been such a blessing to us. She is a great neighbor, a Christian, a friend, and very affordable too when it comes to childcare. And I guess I should mention that I do really enjoy my job and it pays pretty well. So there really are a lot of pros to going back full-time. But then I picture my sweet baby’s face and the guilt comes flooding back like a tidal wave. Does that feeling ever go away?<\/p>\n Can someone make up my mind for me? *sigh* I know, I know, I need to make my own decision. Greg has already told me it is up to me. He is totally fine with me working full-time. How come this type of decision is so much harder on mom than it is on dad?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So we found out last week that our team has to move to our new building in Aurora this coming Friday, which means my commute time is going to double. And the dress code is business casual. No more jeans, sandals, or sleeveless shirts. ARGH. I have hardly anything to wear, but I guess the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[41],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-552","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-our-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/552"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=552"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/552\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=552"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=552"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=552"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}