Drum roll please...

I got a job.
And I'm not excited about.
What's wrong with this picture? Oh yes, 'tis the little man I will miss so very much. As it looks, this mind numbing temp-to-hire job will have me working 40+ hours a week, plus mandatory overtime on Saturdays. My man, my numero uno, will be spending 11 hours at daycare per day.
If that doesn't make you cry, you clearly aren't his mother.

Why so long, you say? Well, I have an hour commute. If I don't end up with 30 speeding tickets getting home to my boy it's because the cops looked the other way. The really sad part is that this place isn't anywhere I see myself even wanting "my foot in the door." Financial services and the like aren't my cup of tea. But ya know what? I will make a few ends meet and that counts for something. Right? Even if I'm miserable, missing my boy, and asleep at the wheel?

Perhaps I'm looking at this from the wrong angle. Regardless, I start Monday.

In other, EVEN MORE exciting news, I have launched my Etsy space: HERE.
I have plans to list even more goods in the near future. If I sell all my vintage stuff, I can begin work on my handmade goodies.

Question is, where will I find the time now?