My new title.
Did you hear?
So about 3 weeks ago I talked to my boss about putting in my notice as of March 2nd. Everything was getting a bit too overwhelming with the boys and with them starting school it was going to get more so. I need to be a better parent in the hours I have with them. When I’m half asleep I am NOT a good parent. We made the decision to give 7 weeks with a conditionthat if Jenna found a job before that, I’d give a shorter notice so she wasn’t tied in.
Things were looking good.
Then Jenna got sick. REALLY sick. She was admitted to the hospital on a Wednesday, diagnosed with Viral Meningitis and seemed to respond well to fluids that first day. They expected she would be discharged on that Friday. I’m not sure exactly why she wasn’t, but it was a good thing. Saturday she went right down hill.
Saturday was scary.
Saturday we thought there was a chance she could die.
There was this bacteria in her blood and they couldn’t figure out why. It was like an episode of House playing out in front of our eyes. With my sister as the patient. It was scary as hell.
Sunday I called work and talked to HR. I barely kept it together. It’s time, I told her. This is too much and even if she gets better I still have all these weeks I’d be scrambling for childcare and the last thing I want to do is call in a bunch my last few weeks. So that was it.
Not how I imagined my exit after 15 years with the company.
Jenna is getting better each day. She’ll be moving to a rehab facility early this week to get her strength back and work on the things we take for granted. Walking, brushing your teeth, eating, drinking etc. We are so happy she’s getting better, it’s just not the same without her.
And tomorrow, is my first day at my new job. I have three pretty demanding bosses. Or so I’ve heard.