Yesterday I finally got up the nerve to mention working less hours to my boss. But I still don’t know what the verdict is.

I told her I needed to talk to her about it, and she said okay. But before I got to, she left to go to the doctor. I’m off for the weekend, so I will have to catch her next week to discuss it.

I’m on the schedule for a full week next week, so I will at least have to continue the juggling act that long. In a way I wish I could do both my regular job and writing full-time for a while, so we could save up some money. But I’m not getting to spend as much time with Pumpkin or Hubby as I want to, and that’s no good. My main objective in wanting to work from home was to spend more time with them anyway, so something is going to have to give a little.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. I’m doing a good job of maintaining a positive attitude through it all, and I know it will eventually pay off.