I Can Say No.

Yesterday, while stuck in traffic, I got a call from the director of the Mother's Day Out I sometimes (often) substitute for. She told me she wanted to give me one more chance to come to work for her full-time. My husband told me later that it was probably not the best etiquette to bust out laughing, but frankly, I couldn't help it. M.D.O. has been in session for over a month now (I've already substituted four times), and I'd assumed everything was settled. She told me I'd be put in the 'Fish' room--the two-year-olds I've already been working with occasionally--that I would be replacing someone. She went on to say that she just thinks I'm a really good fit for that room, and how much she admires my work. All very sweet, but my 'work' is rubbing backs, building with blocks, and opening juice boxes. She then asked that I think about it and told me she didn't feel guilty asking me, because she already knew I could say no.

I can definitely say no and plan to this afternoon if she's home.

I've never told her that I write, that all this time I gained with both boys going to school now is targeted towards something else. I honestly wouldn't mind committing to work one day a week, but two is too much with all the other stuff that goes on. I already don't have as much time as I thought I would, what with life, appointments, other projects, etc. So my plan is to go speak with her, carting along a copy of my book--actual proof that I'm serious about writing. She'll be fine with it, and I'll continue on as a substitute. It's for the best. Because I have GOT to get this book finished once and for all!