So I'm here and it's Sunday, the day of rest according to so many Americans. And I'm guilty of moving, much less hashing out my job situation. Yay, guilt! But really, if you want to keep the Sabbeth, it's on Saturday.
And it's an Old Testament law, which no one follows anymore, except don't murder and don't steal.
I think the Sabbeth rest is whenever you finish your work really, before you present it to others. Work then rest and then things will become clear.
So I'm freshly fired.
I feel like I have a raw and bleeding soul in regards to childcare. I fell in love with my babies at the Bambino Palace and I couldn't bear the thought of letting any others into my heart. I became really attached to those little guys and found myself changing diapers for the first time, and feeding babies, wiping googly milk faces. It all was a whirlwind of sweet babyness.
I'd like to move on though, and although it's too early for childcare, maybe there's another type of job out there for me.
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