Well, it finally happened. After five years of commuting 45 minutes to and from work every day (and listening to me nag about how much I enjoy always being home first, always picking up the kid, always starting dinner), my stud of a husband landed a job closer to home. And wait, it gets better. Not just closer to home, but 27 miles closer to home. At the school right next to my school. ::happy dance::
My husband has worked incredibly hard over the last two years, throughout my pregnancy, the arrival of our son, and the first year of our son’s life. He drinks coffee and writes papers way passed midnight. He stays after school to tutor students and meet with his mentor. He attends four-hour-long classes on Tuesday nights. And soon, he’ll be done with his Master’s Degree. Can I happy dance again?
Because he has obtained many leadership opportunities while completing the Master’s program, he knew it was time to move on up. I, of course, suggested an open position in my district because I pay attention to the job openings and because I wanted him to be closer to home. Please, for the love of all things sacred, work closer to home. When I told him about the job, he let his principal know and applied.
He was offered the job on the spot. He walked on a tour of the school, discussed when he would start, and called me up to say we needed to go pack his classroom at the other school and haul it all home. He’s going to be an instructional coach for the math department, meaning instead of teaching period after period of algebra and geometry, he’ll now be working alongside teachers and administrators doing exactly what the position implies, coaching. He’ll support them, provide professional development, share strategies that worked when he was in the classroom. He’s totally driven and ready for this opportunity, and well, he looks super hot in a vest and tie…
I’m so so so happy for him butttt… This website is called Liberating Working Moms. So really, this post isn’t all about my hot husband and his success. Why do you care??? Because I.am.a.liberated.working.mom. This job change, before it even HAPPENS, makes life easier on me. ::guilty, but relieved sigh:: Now that I’ve bragged on why my husband deserves this position, let’s recap why I deserve welcome the routine change.
Not only will this put my husband on the path to his ultimate career goal (and eventually a raise in pay—if anyone in education ever gets a raise again), but it will also add a slew of other positives to our lives. The change means my husband can relax a little bit more. He hates the drive. He hates that he knows I’m taking care of things without him. He hates that if he has to stay late to work, it automatically gets extended by traffic. And well, I hate having to call him, hoping to hear the sound of an open car window only to hear students in the background asking for tutoring. I won’t have to handle picking up the kid, grocery shopping, starting dinner, letting the dog out, etc, all by myself anymore. So, less stress. Hopefully.
Another option we’ll have is to car pool. I’m not saying we’re all like gaga and want to be together all the time. I’m talking working parent logistics, people. In our 9 years of being together, my husband has gone through four cars. FOUR. Don’t even ask. Anytime we had car problems, I would have to get a ride to work like a loser (Hi Danielle! Thanks for all the rides!) and my husband would take my car 45 minutes away. Which then, leaves me to have a panic attack if something happens to my son while we’re at work and I can’t get there. Peace of mind, everybody. Momma needs it.
Something I know my husband will like is that he won’t always be the “big bad drop-off guy” and Mommy won’t always be the “yay-you-came-to-get-me girl” to our little man. We’ll get to trade that schedule once in a while, maybe even do a few drop-offs and pick-ups together. We’ll be able to get home around the same time, make dinner together, and live in complete and total peace and happiness where there are unicorns and rainbows and… well. A girl can dream, right?
Either way, this may not seem like a huge change, but it’s a change. My routine will no longer be rushing before the sun comes up to get the sleeping baby in the car seat and push my late husband out the door for his commute at 6:30 so I can take a shower. Instead, our days will start later—an hour later—and hopefully less rushed. We’ll be working as a team like Brandee and her husband get to do in the mornings.
Overall, I’m looking forward to it.