I officially have a new title.
I am no longer a “Working mom”, or a “Work-at-Home mom.”
For the first time in my life, I am now a…”Stay. At. Home. Mom.”
I apologize for not having a more funny or witty post today, but I am physically and emotionally drained. I spent most of the Mother’s day weekend working, and I went to bed last night around 4am contemplating this decision.
So for the sake of staying true to this online journal/blog, I am posting portions from my letter of resignation sent out today. I’ve omitted many areas in order to keep details about the company out of the public eye for the time being.
I am resigning from my position as (title) at (company), effective immediately. After 2 years I regret to inform you that I can no longer be part of the (company) team. I cannot put forth my time and effort, emotionally and physically anymore. In the past two years I’ve adjusted to the new role of motherhood, sold a house, moved across the country, moved into many different residences, worked part-time as a nurse, managed my own website daily, all the while taking care of a family. During these events in my personal life, my work for (company) has never waned…
(a whole lot of text omitted here)
I’ve stayed with this company for over 2 years (watching many people sever ties) sacrificing my time, family, and sanity at times, for NO pay and the smallest share in this company. I do not feel as if everyone’s work ethic within this company is aligned, and I can no longer continue fulfilling my role under these conditions, and with this team.
Attached is a list of some of my current tasks and responsibilities as a (title) I complete on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis.
I know part of me is mourning the loss of this role already. Letting go has never been easy for me. Throughout my professional career, I have never “quit” a job for any reason other than relocation (except for that 1 nursing job where I took a patient down to the morgue nearly every week). So for me to cut ties with this company, and so abruptly, has left me licking my wounds a bit.
On the plus side, for the first time in my life, my mother called me today and said “I’m proud of you for leaving Sandy. I know it was hard….but I’m proud of you.” And for the first time in nearly 2 years, I sat down on my couch to do nothing and my 2.5 year old daughter climbed up into my lap, placed her hand in mine….and fell asleep in my arms.
Maybe this new gig isn’t so bad after all.