Take Me To Funky Town

Grab the keys and gas up the car.  I’m in a funk.  A rut.  A very bad spot.  What I want and what I need right now don’t match.  I wanted to work from home and take care of the baby full time.  I realize if I do that  I would pull my hair and  go sky diving with out a parachute.  I want to work full time in the corporate world again and I realize if I do that, it’s like handing my soul over to be eaten by wolves.  The crossroads are where I am sitting and I feel  like I’ve been ran over by a truck.  I want to be able to stay home and not lose my cool.  Yet, picking up the same shit every day and worrying about scheduling emails to myself to remember to feed the baby isn’t for me. 

I have no answers.  I just want to survive this rut and not get ran over.