New Horizons

The new school for Thomas is working out splendidly; they aren't intimidated by his energy -- they love him, in fact -- and he's thriving. Though he's only been in summer school for a couple of weeks (and sick for half of them), the promise of a wonderful school year is sweet, indeed.

The success of Thomas's school means some changes for me, too. As Matt gently suggested, it's time for me to bring in some more money... because while I adore the yard duty job, it's not exactly swimming in the dough.

I found a position on the school district website that is right up my alley -- paraeducator, which is a fancy word for one-to-one aide. (They fancy up the yard duty job, too: Playground Supervisor. I would have gone with Kid Wrangler, but okay...) To apply you turn in a form (the classified employment application), a resume, and three letters of recommendation.

The form was a cinch, and I easily rounded up three people willing to vouch for me... Leslie, a dear friend whose kids I currently watch; Cari, who is my best friend and a teacher, herself; and Debra, Thomas's special day class teacher for the last two years. (How nice is that?) The resume was a minor speed bump of sorts, because I think the last one I assembled was twelve years ago, but after an hour or so of quasi-panicking I managed to put together the information and have it look mostly resume-like. (It actually looks pretty doggone good, as a matter of fact... all that stressing was for naught! LOL) Finally I called my last two nanny jobs to let them know they could expect a call, and that was that!

I turn in everything tomorrow, and then I guess they review the paperwork and call "qualified prospects" in for an interview.

My goodness...