. . . . until I have to leave my precious babies and go back to work. It devastates me and I hate it. We went through the budget thoroughly and there is no hope for me to be at home with the critters. We are extrememly lucky that for the first year they will be staying in our home with my mom instead of going to a daycare. I am trying my best to enjoy the today and not worry about tomorrow, but it's hard. I have one year to devise a genius plan to stay at home or win the lottery. I don't buy lottery tickets so we know what I'm left with. Genius plan. I don't have one.
It's more about benefits than anything else. I am a government employee so my benefits are almost free. We can just about swing the bills, but the extreme cost of benefits at hubby's small company would be killer and obviously private insurance is expensive as well. So one of my plans could be moving to Canada.
When we had foster kiddos, one of them was sick and we had to take him to the ER. He was covered under state assistance and we paid $0 for his visit, which is much less expensive than what I would have paid with good insurance. So I could be a drug addicted neglectful parent and they would be taken care of.
Canada isn't very practical, but drug addiction is definitely a no go.
I'm crossing my fingers that going back to work won't be as bad as I envision in my mind. I will go to work and it will be nice to do adult things and then I will come home and cherish every moment with my monkeys in the mornings, evenings, weekends and holidays and it really won't be that big of a deal because millions of other women do it. That's all I can hope for I guess.
To cheer you up after all of that whining, here are some multi-cultural monkeys to brighten your day: