sound as though I were selfish for even considering anything else.
And each time, I postponed my plans.
By the time our sixth child arrived, returning to my old career seemed almost impossible. I had been out of the workplace for years, and the technology, expectations, and hiring requirements had changed.
I told myself I could start over later.
Then came the seventh child.
Then the eighth.
Our house became louder, messier, and more expensive. Richard’s career improved, and his income grew. We moved into a larger home, hired occasional
