In which I lose my job and search for a new one.

So remember my job that I love?

Well, my boss called me into her office last week.

Last week as in also being the last week of school for the year.

And told me they were dissolving my program.

No more Early Head Start.

No more child care.

No more of my beautiful babies and adorable kids.

No more hugs from those tiny little arms.

No more.

I was crushed. 

I had been really looking forward to a new year, 

I had so many plans, so many great ideas.

Oddly though, I didn't panic. 

I was suddenly jobless.

And Miss-I-need-every-single-detail-of-my-life-planned-this-second didn't have a panic attack.

Somehow I knew everything was going to be okay.

I spend a few days this week helping clean out the classroom,

and may be doing more of that later this summer.

My wonderful, amazing supervisor whom I am going to miss dearly, has been so kind in this whole process.

She has emailed every principal she knows that has openings and raved to them about me.

And thanks to her, I got three interviews. 

I had two yesterday, and one on Tuesday.

And another at a Charter School that I got on my own.

[BTW, does anyone else feel like this in a job interview...]

But guess what?

I got an offer.

They liked me so much that a few minutes after I walked out the door

the principal caught me before I got to my car and had me come back in,

for "another question."

That question was:

"Would you accept if we offered you the position?"

I didn't accept on the spot,

I was totally caught off guard! 

So I'm waiting until Monday after another interview and after I hear back from my first. 

But.

I am so excited!

"Staying Healthy"

It was "doctor week" in my Early Head Start classroom. 

And here is one of the results:

I love my job. 

Just Another Day at Work

This priceless conversation happened at lunch with one of my precious kids:

Me: "Fabio, how old are you?"

Fabio: "5"

Me: "Cool! We have all ages here! Ju-ju is 1, Aiah is 2, Mehrad is 3, Aleah is 4, and you're 5! How old do you think I am?"

Fabio: "Probably 6."

I love his logic. :)

Decisions. Made em.

My last post (don't look at the date, we'll pretend it was yesterday) was about decisions.

Well, I made my decisions. It was really rough, but here I am and I'm pretty confident that my choices were right. Luckily I was communicating with my Heavenly Father through it all and He has let me know I'm on the right path. One decision, that I will not go into detail of, was extremely hard and something that I did not want to do. But I have faith that God's plan for me is far better than my plan for myself. 

Another decision landed me with the amazing job I have now.

 I am lead teacher of an Early Head Start classroom (1-3 year olds) and am the coordinator of that classroom and the daycare room that is next door. 

I am practically running a business on TOP of teaching, and I love it! 

I have four employees.

Yeah. That makes me the boss.

Check out my classroom! (I've actually already changed some things and am in the process of changing more, but you get the idea.)

Decision number three.  I moved. 

I used to live in a college town.

Now I live in a nice suburb 15 minutes away from the state's capitol.

I used to live with my best friends.

Now I live with my middle aged aunt. (Don't misinterpret that, she is awesome and I love her to death, i'm just trying to get you to see the differences!)

I used to park in underground parking (if I was lucky).

Now I park in a driveway.

I use to share a room.

Now I have my own.

I used to be a college student.

Now I am part of the real world. 

I hate making decisions. But I am sure glad that I made them.