Dear Miss Kimberley, You're hired

It seems I have forgotten to mention that I got a job offer this past week, and that I put my almost two year old in "casual care", which, as it sounds, is only three hours twice a week. THREE HOURS TWICE A WEEK. Those are amazing words. Good for him, good for me. And my eyebrows. I got them separated during all this free time this morning. Also, I joined some "mommy and me" type groups which is a little soul killing but mostly gratifying as the little dude really needs to get out more. His idea of good time so far consists of just sitting with or on me, reading. Fair enough, right? That's how I spend a fair amount of time. But I'm also turning into a social recluse who shakes her fist at the mailman for dropping the mailbox lid too loud. So, there's that. About the job offer business I'm not too sure about. I mean, I am BEYOOOOOOOOND stoked that someone out there in a hiring position thinks my brain is still intact and not completely atrophied by only changing diapers and cutting up bananas. Yay! I could be a social, contributing member of society again! (And not just by making more people.)