The Employment Soap Opera Continues...

Apparently playing hard-to-get is a good tactic for securing the precise employment situation I've been asking for for months...now that I've refused two offers the white flag has been raised today and I've been given the offer I'd been looking for all along! Why the heck did we all have to go through the drama, I ask, oh so beseechingly????? At least the drama has bought me more time with baby-grubs. But ignore the last post, because I think I'm FINALLY going back to work. 20 hours/ 3 days a week. And Nat's going to work from home (well, watch Silas and try to work if he'll nap) one day a week, so that means we only need care for two days. Two days seems doable, right? Baby gets time for socialization and learns how to nap without the boob; I get to grow some plants and minds and get the foothold in the garden-education community I've been wanting for years; and Nat gets to hang with his boy-o one-on-one. Win, win, win! I feel pretty good about this. Not that I don't expect tough transitions, some healthy doses of guilt (can you attachment parent if you're not with your kid 3 days a week, Dr. Sears?), and a whole lot of new stress. But aren't we lucky to have such options at our disposal? Nat and I both love the work that we do, and we're able to do it without sacrificing ourselves, our family, or our lifestyle. How many people can say that?