So with only two weeks to go until we make the official move, and only one week until the furniture and all the household goods get moved, you would think that perhaps I’d be spending a little more time on my sorting and packing and the cleaning up of the house wouldn’t you?

Am I?

Well. In a word. No.

At the moment, I’m stressing majorly over the work situation. Mr Man has a job (well… duh… otherwise we wouldn’t be making this move), and thankfully (yet very sadly at the same time) Little Miss Princess doesn’t live with us on a permanent basis, but the fact that I don’t have a job has me a little worried. I’m a worrier, it’s what I do best, and at the moment I am champion queen of worrying.

My employer is quite a large one, and it comes with certain perks – such as being able to take 12 months leave without pay, so that I can, if I have to, find work outside of the company, but at the same time, I can find work and transfer to another department. Well, that’s the normal situation. Enter a new managing director, who apparently, doesn’t really approve of the whole 12 months leave without pay situation and enter into the equation my application for these 12 months to get myself sorted in a new town and find myself work. Then add in my complete and utter horror and devastation to get a letter denying my request. Admittedly, I’ve been granted three months leave, but Port Lincoln isn’t the hugest town and there aren’t quite that many opportunities that come up in the area that I’m in. Finding work in those three months could be hard and essentially this will require me to have to choose between my family and my career.

After 13 years, I feel as if I’ve been gobbled up, chewed up and spat out without any by-your-leave. So now my conundrum. Do I fight for more leave? Do I take my three months and hope to high hell that I can find a position with this company in three months, or do I just say, screw you all, thanks for making my last couple of weeks with the company sucky and just leave.

What I haven’t mentioned that makes this decision that little bit harder – with this company I get 18 weeks of paid maternity leave. Mr Man and I are hoping to start a family in the near(ish) future and that’s one perk I really, really don’t want to give up.

Oh what to do, what to do?

For now though, I suppose I should get back to the sorting and packing…