Egad!

An interview at the Red Cross in an hour.

I'm a little jumpy, but composed. I realize, after all, that I am interviewing too. Not sure if this is going to be right. The hours, the time committment, the degree of flexibility. (am I backpedalling again? maybe). I'm starting to wonder if I haven't jumped the gun here. Why is it that I'm comfortable, cruising with my family where we are (Dad gone, single mom) and that I feel the need to move on from here? I'm wondering if I need to revel in this comfort a little longer. Surely it can't be good for my psyche to create time constraints and running around where there is none?

I'm wondering if maybe I should just embrace my contentment here, as we are, me still home, still taking care of the house and the kids 'stuff' and my little one without throwing something else into the mix.

We'll see.