I'd mentioned in previous posts that there were big changes on the horizon. Funny sometimes how the universe works...we were focusing all our energy on finding a new job for Charlie, pursuing many different angles. I would go to bed each night just thinking over and over how a new job would change our family. How we just needed a new job to get us over this hump. The universe delivered, but of course in a different way than we expected.
The universe delivered a new job -- but for ME. I'm now working full time on alternating weeks from Charlie for Nicki's Diapers/Planet Wise. I'm currently doing some web content work, with some online retail stuff thrown in. It sounds like my job will evolve and change over the next few months as projects go through to completion, but I'm incredibly excited about this opportunity. I absolutely love the company, and the fact that they are so flexible and willing to work around my family schedule. I'm even able to work from home on the weeks that Charlie works, so that our kids never have to go to daycare. The company is very much growing and on a great upswing, and I'm so excited to get involved more heavily on the 'ground floor' so to speak.
I'm LOVING the feeling of accomplishment and self-worth that getting back out into the work force is bringing me. I had always been working, but it was so part-time and sporadic that it just didn't give me the fulfillment I was seeking. I feel important again. Like I'm contributing to our family. That means so much.
The only downside is that I'm busy -- all the time. The bikes have been hung up for the winter (we still haven't gotten a trainer) and my mandolin has been quite lonely. I often feel like I'm burning the candle at both ends, but it's almost invigorating as well as exhausting.
The kids are doing well. Jack has good days and bad days. His therapists (bless them) are amazing and really stick with it even when he isn't responding or engaging. Donnie is really developing into a precocious, smart little guy. He's absolutely adorable. However I'm constantly paranoid, scrutinizing everything he does. He's stacking blocks, I'm worried that it's a symptom of autism. He's telling me his toys have to go in THIS bin, and I'm worried that it's a symptom of autism. I have to constantly remind myself that he's two. Many of these things are normal two year old behaviors...but I'm still on edge. I think it'll take a few years until I'm sure that he's OK.
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