My daughter’s father, my best friend, and I have been separated for about a month now. We’ve been together since 2008, with a two year gap in between that I might write about later. We’ve finally thrown in the towel on us, for the sake of our daughter. Neither of us want her to believe that arguing is a healthy form of communication. We’re just different and we want different things.
The plan was simple. I’d find a job, preferably at night, and we’d continue to live together until I found a place. Neither of us are allowed to date openly until then. Unfortunately, it’s been so difficult to find a job that allows me to come in at 5 pm.
I finally found a job tending bar in a trendy city lounge. The hours are 8 pm to 3 am. I don’t arrive home until nearly four and then I need to shower before bed because I’m sweaty and disgusting. By 9 am I have to wake up, love on my kid and keep her active: parks, pools, workbooks- anything to keep her mind stimulated.
This leaves me either as soon as I wake up or just before work to keep writing. The trouble is, I’m a Midnight Writer. I produce my best ideas and most fluid dialogue over a glass of red, in a quiet apartment at midnight.
I’ve been offered a position at a smaller, calmer restaurant and the hours are 5 pm to 10 pm. It’s a French bistro and it means I get to practice my language skills. It’s also jazzy and so much more my scene.
Do I take a lower paying job and improve my quality of life (more sleep, more opportunity to write, and better work place)? Or do I keep the four day a week, wild-child job where I make more money? More money means I get to move into my own apartment with Baby Girl sooner rather than later.
I feel like the answer is obvious, but I want to hear what you think. What would you do if you wore my shoes?