I Swear, I was Just Folding Laundry...

... minding my own business... when my phone rang.

Holy Crap, Lion Tours.

I think I may have a job. Contract work. For my old company. Could it be? Only 10 hours.

One of my dearest friends was a guy... we used to carpool together. For years I teased him his big job in life was to remind me when my anniversary was so I wouldn't forget. Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen... I am one of THOSE wives. I can never remember our anniversary. The first year I transferred out away from my buddy, I scheduled our anniversary dinner for the wrong day.

I digress. So a contract came through and one of my close girlfriends still works there and he called her and said, "So? You think D. would be interested in this?" My friend replied, "Ohhh.... she is going to be so tempted to use her brain..."

And I am.

And I'm thinking it over. And if I can work the hours I want... I just... I am speechless.

When you quit working you have a romanticized view of how it was and I wonder sometimes if I thought too much of myself and maybe people really hated working with me... and I question my worthiness... but to have people call and say, "They brought up your name. They want you."

I cannot cannot cannot convey to you how it feels.

Ten hours. That is all I would want. It will pay for Christmas as my husband took no paycheck for two months because of the hurricanes. It will pay for my roof. I can save for retirement... The pay has to be right...

So much to think about. I feel like I just graduated from college and the world has been set before me. It is an elated feeling.

Holy.Crap.