Sunday, February 16, 2014
Quitting my job
I'm not a quitter, but sometimes, like the quote says, "quit the right stuff at the right time". That's how I felt about my job. I initially took the position as a teacher's aide at my daughter's school just to get out of the house and earn a little money. I also wanted to get my foot in the door since I had a teacher's license and figured someday, when someone retired, maybe I could get a teaching position there. It's not a hard job in theory: Working 5.5 hours a day, home by mid afternoon. However, it was just one more thing to balance in my hectic, stressful life and the reality of the specifics of the job were extremely demanding.
Back in January, Hubby got his Permanent and Total status, finally. Around the same time, we also requested a re-evaluation for the VA caregiver program to see if he could qualify for the higher tier. We got an email last week that yes, he has qualified and as a result, the stipend I receive for being his caregiver will increase. After we received that news, Hubs and I talked and I put in my two week notice at work this past Friday.
I felt extremely guilty about resigning. I knew that by doing so, it was going to stress out the teachers I work with and the administration would have to scramble to try and find a substitute or replacement for me in time. But, at the same time, I knew that my priority had to be to my family. The administration, thankfully, completely understood my situation. I know that it's the right decision for me, my husband, and our kids. By quitting, I'll be able to stay at home and take care of my husband's needs and our toddler won't have to be in daycare anymore. So while I am sad to be leaving the staff I have grown fond of, and the students I worked with who made me laugh when I needed it, I am extremely happy and blessed to be able to stay home at this time with my husband and my baby.