I can't get into the details, but effective as of yesterday, I am no longer a working mama. I've been downsized. It was one of those days where the tears flowed freely and I couldn't help but feel like I was a big, smelly, steaming pile of fresh poo. I imagine some day I will look back upon this day as one that changed my life for the better, but today I just feel like, well, blah. I'm trying to focus on the positive -- my performance was never called into question, it was apparently just a matter of the bottom line. But being the bottom line sucks, and it sucks even harder that now I have no idea what do about my babysitter, who has been with us for 15 months. Do I let her go? Plus, there's a little mouse eating our Stacy's Pita chips and crapping all over our baker's rack. It even comes out during the day. I hate that mouse, but not as much as I hate not knowing what I "do" for a living. Maybe someday soon the mouse will be dead, and I'll have a new path. That would be something!