I've been throwing out my resume here and there and not really expecting any rapid responses, considering the state of the unemployment rate. However, Wednesday I received a phone call and two hours after speaking with the recruiter, I was sitting in a conference room with the CEO of the company. The company is a large-format printer manufacturing company based in Shanghai, and the CEO is a woman. Which in and of itself is amazing, but when you consider that she is a woman in Shanghai, with a successful company that is about to go IPO in China, that's incredible, and admirable.
During the interview, we hit it off quite well. It was a little challenging with the language (although her English is great, there's still that accent and the differentiation in inflection that can sometimes throw you off), but I think I did well. And then it hit me. She just offered me the job. Right here, at the interview. Holy crap! I let her know I had to talk with my husband. She asked me to call her that night. I explained that I had a lot of upcoming commitments and she had no problem with that, or with the fact that I have two children I need to take care of.
Wednesday night we flew the kids to Arizona to drop them off with Memaw and Papaw, and turned around and flew back home in the space of about 4 hours. We fly for free, and it was cheaper than paying the UM fee.
Yesterday morning, while sitting and drinking my coffee and doing various things around the house, it almost caught me off guard as I thought, 'Gee, my kids are sleeping in really....oh. Whoops!' Yep, it had momentarily slipped my mind that they are in Arizona. We've had them home since December of 2010 and in that time, we haven't had any extended time together alone, without them, since then. Let me rephrase - Chris and I haven't had any alone adult time outside of a dinner date or two since December of 2010, or roughly 20 months. That's not to say we are resentful, or angry about our choice. This was our choice, and we embrace it gladly. It's just that the reality of not having to make lunches, or fix snacks, or approve television shows, or do laundry, or clean up messes, or referee fights, or listen to tweenage drama, or talk about disgusting boy things really hit me yesterday.
My Wyatt is a talker. He will talk from the time he wakes up until that noggin of his hits the pillow at night. He will talk about anything. He will give you a play-by-play of what just happened 2.7 seconds ago, even if it was YOU who was doing it. He will be in the middle of a conversation with you and then suddenly switch lanes and be off on another tangent. I've gotten used to it, staying home with them over the past ten months, but my poor husband has not. And Wyatt LOVES his daddy. So when he has daddy's undivided (or even sometimes divided) attention, he's off!! Chris will sometimes look at me and I just laugh. Welcome to my world, buddy!!
So to sit in an empty house, with just the sounds of the pool filter and the air conditioners running, is weird. I'm grateful that my kids have this opportunity to spend some time with Memaw and Papaw. I'm grateful that they are active and willing participants in my children's lives. I'm grateful that they love them, and always have, without hesitation, since the day we learned we were bringing them home. Adoption is not only tough on parents, who most certainly struggle with 'what if I don't love them like I would my own biological children', but it can be equally hard on grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even existing siblings. I have to say that our families have shown nothing but love for my kids, and for that I'm thankful.
Oh, and that job offer up there? I accepted and signed the official offer yesterday. My carefree days as an unemployed SAHM are over. Another thing I am grateful for is children who are old enough to come home after school and hang out for an hour and a half. And that we live in a neighborhood full of children that my kids have already met and started playing with. And the bus system. That's a plus as well!
Staying home with them over the last ten months was great, but it's time for this mama to go back to work. I'm not going to get into the debate of the SAHM vs. the WOHM, because quite honestly, it's not worth it. Everyone does what is best for their families. I did what was best for my family in California, and now I'm doing what is best for our family in Nevada.
Now if I could just convince my in-laws to move up here...