We're gonna fly!

First of all, I just sent a report for the first time on a MONDAY to a whole SLEW of people. The person I'm sending it for did not reply when I sent it to him to ask him if I did it correctly, so here's hoping. :D

Cullen, my darling brave husband, put in his 2 week notice today. Everything thinks we're nuts. He had an interview on Friday but put in his 2 weeks anyway, because I have complete faith that it's going to actually turn out okay. Isn't that *sick and twisted*? I know we're going to be fine.

I'm CHOMPING AT THE BIT to put in my notice but I have to wait ONE MORE WEEK. ONE MORE LITTLE WEEK of being terrified of my boss, being terrified that I'll forget something or not format something correctly. He is going to be so excited when I put in my resignation, I want to do it NOW just so he'll know he won't have to "deal" with me anymore. He has ALOT to learn about being a manager - he is very impersonal and cold. He couldn't tell you anything that is going on in any of our lives, and he doesn't care, either. However, people outside of "his" employees probably know all about his life. He just has a bit to learn. It's okay. I wouldn't want to stay anyway, even if HE weren't my immediate boss, and I've created him so that it's easier for me to leave. I knew THIS decision was going to come eventually- do I really want to work in an office all day, doing graphs, running reports? OR do I want to be at home, raising babies and my children, and doing volunteer work? HELLO. It's all a matter of perspective. I'm aware of this. MY perspective is that I couldn't care even a little bit less about formatting the report. I TRY on it, but I don't care. It doesn't affect me or my quality of life, OR anyone that receives the report. It's shampoo. What I care about is getting some food made for the homeless people who are made, in general, to be less than the general population. I care about making laundry baskets for people who are moving into their first home after being homeless, to say "love you! Great job! Keep going!" and I care about people dying on waiting lists for organs, and I care about showing my kids how good they have it and how much we have to give to other people. THAT is what I care about. I do not care to be rushed in the morning, trying to get kids where they belong. I don't care to be worrying about punching in and out at the "right" time. My job served me well, but I'M DONE and I look forward to BEING DONE! Less than a month left, and I can give it my all for the last 4 weeks. I can totally do this. My boss is so anal and great at his job, I'm sure he feel satisfaction when he leaves every day. That is awesome. i am NOT an office girl anymore, and not content to do something I don't love. I am not going to turn around in another 20 years and realize what I missed out on by staying somewhere I am not happy. I want to be with my children! I have never subscribed to "have a baby, give them to daycare at 6 weeks, go back to work". I think the USA has it all jacked up when it comes to maternity leave. I'm sure some people can't wait to get away and go back to "normal" after having a baby, but I didn't have kids so someone else could take care of them more than I do. *I* want to be that person. My kids deserve that.
UGH. ONE MORE WEEK. LESS THAN A MONTH! I CAN DO THIS!

Then...darling friends....we're going to fly.
Immediate plans for when I'm officially finished with this job is that I will have 2 full weeks off. And I won't have had surgery, or given birth to any children to have this time off. I will just have 2 weeks. GO ME!