Life Changes

As of July 8th, I will officially be a "Stay at Home Mom" (which means more time for blogging! Maybe?). There's been a pretty huge combination of situations and fiasco's that have led me to this decision. The most important being that the older Aiden gets, the more I realize how much time I'm missing out on with him - time that I will NEVER get back. He's learning and growing by the minute and I'm tired of not being there to see it happen. So, with that on the back of my mind, the bank started to be complete douchebags to me about pretty much everything and even went as far as demoting me back to just a teller. That, in combination with the serious attitude problems of my co-workers, in combination with wanting to be with Aiden, led me to quitting. Actually, I should be honest here. After the demotion, I requested to go down to part-time. I figured I would be able to handle 22 hrs a week with the assholes and still be able to have some sort of income to help out. It took about two days into my part-time status before I got pushed over the edge, wrote out my two weeks notice, and slammed in on my bosses desk.
It felt good.

Really, all of this is possible because I'm finally going back to school full-time starting in late August for the much dreamed about but never attempted Nursing degree. We can't survive on Tom's income alone for more than the month and a half that we're doing. Being a "single mom" qualifies me for quite a bit in grant money, and I may take out a small amount in loans as well, which will hopefully provide us with enough money to cover tuition and part of the bills.
The closer it all gets, the more freaked out I get about the entire situation, but I'm trying not to over-think it.

In other news, my seven month old son has already started throwing temper tantrums. SEVEN months and he's kicking and screaming in his high chair because he doesn't want to eat first he want's a goddam bottle first. 99% of the time I have a complete angel for a child. Don't give him something he wants, or don't give something he wants fast enough - forget it. He screams, cries, kicks and flails around. Let him go long enough and he stops breathing because he's so upset. How is this happening already? I can't say it happens all that often (yet), but I really wasn't expecting such a dramatic tantrum until he hit two years old. Considering it's kind of hard to teach a baby the word 'No' and try to rationalize with him, I don't really know how I can go about reversing the behavior.
He's definitely my kid, though.

I'm off to go indulge in some strawberry shortcake.