Back To Reality.

Well, I made one more step today back to reality...

I had my first interview.  After being out of the workforce for 20 months or so I was very nervous to have to go through this process.  Every other job I have ever had, I was recommended by someone who already worked there, so my interviews were very laid back and not really interviews at all.  Not having any contacts here in Indy, makes things a lot more scary.

Anyway, I interviewed at a Rehab hospital for an outpatient position.  I'm not sure its the best fit for me, it's a little outside my comfort area and I might have some learning to do, but I liked it more than I thought I would.  They also seem to be pretty flexible about giving me the hours I want.  Because Dennis works long hours and most of the after school commitments fall on me, I want to be sure to be home in time to pick up all the kids, make a home made dinner, and still get to a 5 or 6pm activity.  So, I am thinking about working 3 days a week, 6-7 hrs a day, instead of a full 8 hours.

I have a home care interview on Friday, so I am going to wait and see which job makes more sense for us.

Tuesday, Evan started level 3 of swimming.  He is still having a lot of fun with it.  Colin also had another great indoor soccer practice.  They scrimmaged a bit with another team and Colin was upset that the other team was better and had "3rd graders".  I'm not sure if they were really 3rd graders, but it is an under 8 league so there are kids older than Colin.  He did well though and was all over the field as usual.

On the way home from soccer Evan asked, "When I die, can someone in this family go visit me at the cemetery, so you won't forget me.  I don't want someone to say "Who was Evan" one day."  I don't know what made him think of this, but it was pretty deep for a four year old.  Later, when I was telling Dennis what he said, Dennis told Evan that, "Mommy and Daddy can't visit you because we will be dead by the time you die".   Evan got so upset he started crying.  He didn't want to be left a lone and he didn't want to be forgotten.  We explained that we would see him in heaven and that by the time he dies he will hopefully have his own family that will visit him.  This calmed him down a little, but he was still upset about the whole thing.  Poor thing, he shouldn't be stressing about this stuff at four years old!