Another day at the YMCA

Yoga - inspiring isn't it? I had to get back to my yoga class. It had been ohh at least a month since I've been to my favorite yoga class at the YMCA. So even though we got there 5 minutes late, I sunk right in and started breathing away. At the end we conversed and one of the ladies was shall I say it - boasting - about working at the YMCA. I said, "That's what I need to do. I need to work here." My beautiful teacher with whom I've discussed my economic woes with in the past said, "Yes! You do!" I confided that I've not had much luck elsewhere apply as I might. She said, "Because we need you here of course!"
I inquired further and filled out an application similar to ones I haven't seen since acquiring my Bachelor's degree. You can't imagine how excited and relieved I could be about getting hired for slightly more than minimum wage. Never thought I'd go back to that day. I couldn't even put down a reference to my former employer for the mockery I'd sure to recieve. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
However I'm not too proud to say that it's the perfect job for the here and now. I can take my kiddos with me and I'll actually be doing something productive for my part time hours. After looking at my application, my other friend and teacher of the last kickboxing class I attended said, "I've got plans for you!" At my interview if we can call it that - she informed me almost before I could sit, "You know I want you, so you're hired if you want it." YES! I've been wanting to hear that for a while now. I know, I know - David and Sharon are still asking, "Why? oh why? oh why?" Afraid I have no answer to that. . .
And though the pay isn't exotic, it's sufficient for my needs and the hours are flexible enough for my tastes. So look out YMCA - here I come! And the best part - I get to keep my MOPS membership current.
Motherhood is so underrated. Good thing I'm not too proud to accept the perfect situation to continue my PhD in motherhood. Lovely expensive masters degree - someday you'll come in handy again. . .