Not exactly the Mom type

So I've decided to go back and do another postdoc. Am I condemning myself to Parent Hell? Probably. (In Parent Hell, you're surrounded by crying children who look at you with big accusing eyes and scream 'Mama, I miss you'). It's going to suck both for me and the Spawn to not be able to see each other, but I just keep thinking about what he'll think of me as a person. I want him to be proud of me for both what I do AND who I am, and there's no way he's going to respect me if I don't respect myself. I guess sometimes you have to lead by example. I still don't know what the long-term goal is, but it isn't my Milton-like lifestyle in the back storeroom with my big stapler.

The main obstacle now that I've decided to get back on track (if you don't believe in destiny, see my Mouse in the House post - it's been 3 weeks and still no more sightings) is location, location, location. We can't sell the house b/c we've sunk our savings in it, and the imminent unemployment of the Breadwinner makes a national search necessary. Ideally, we'll move back to our hometown and I'll pick up in my old lab where I left off, but who knows if that's possible or not. It's a good thing I'm flexible, but I've been letting the Breadwinner make all of the major decisions for a while now and I'm beginning to think maybe I should take the driver's seat for a while. Hopefully he finds something soon and we can put this whole experience behind us.