I know that I posted a few weeks ago about taking Fridays off, but my excitement was premature. My boss has said it was fine by him but that I needed to clear it with the HR partner. She was away on holidays and then I was off to Toronto for Blissdom Canada and then October ate me whole and then, and then. I finally met with her.
(She’s my age and we have been colleagues/friends for ten years now. It was a good conversation.)
The details are this: A thirty-hour work-week, with Fridays off. OFF. Like, OFF.
(OK, I will be doing freelance work and laundry and planning meals and whatever, but I will not be in the office.)
With Matthew at work full-time at our church, we’ve felt especially crunched. For if you are on a church staff, 40 hours = about 60 hours. He works the school hours and then there is movie nights and boys’ club and Sundays. SUNDAYS ARE BUSY. I help out with a lot of that (Staff member by association!) and we’ve been behind the ball for so very long. I’m really hoping to gain my footing, here.
I will have those eight hours a day on Fridays while the kids are at school to balance things out, at least as much as I can. Then I will be here to meet them when they get home from school. I will then have the rest of the weekend to deal with groceries and birthday parties and family outings and whatnot. (It’s the whatnot that usually kicks me in the back of knees.)
At the end of our meeting I felt a lift. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I feel lighter. I almost skipped down the hallway that day. Almost.
It’s a whole new world, here, and I can’t wait to explore it.