Confessions of a Change Addict

Because that is what I am, right?  Who in their right mind makes multiple major life changes every year of their adult life?  Obviously I am not in my right mind.  I go on and on about wanting some monotony and settling in this year and nesting and blah, blah, blah.  I am all talk.

Let's see.  We started the year with a 2 week old.  I decided to throw a birthday party for the 2 year old when she was only 3 weeks old.  At our house.  Husband starts a new job (working longer hours with a longer commute and more travel, at that).  Brother has scary bad accident.  I fly across the country with a newborn and a toddler by myself.  We decide to refinance house (paperwork time suck). I return from my maternity leave, but keep taking the baby with me (i.e. working two jobs at once).

And then I thought: life is getting dull.

We have gone a month without having our lives turned upside down.  Must do something irrational and stress-inducing.  I can either get pregnant (just typing that almost induced a panic attack) or I can embark on a new job adventure with more work hours, more responsibility and more management required.  To hell with the cushy, familiar, part-time job I currently have that was perfectly fine (well, that is debatable, but as my boss once said "I don't know why people complain because it isn't like it is a dangerous work environment.")  Let's take a job that promises huge growth and responsibility, fancy business attire and a steep learning curve!

So, I did.  Of course I did.