I was an adjunct instructor at the local university. The needs of the department grew, and a full-time position became available. I wanted it! We talked about it a lot since our oldest was starting school full-time but our youngest was just 2 1/2.
We needed to think about the housework (not that I've ever been very good at that), daycare, who would pick up the kids, etc. There's a lot to consider. But I really wanted the job. We knew the job would be perfect in 3 years, but would it be there in 3 years. We decided I should go for it. If I didn't get it, we would just see where life took us in a couple of years. Needless to say, I got the job.
Some things are harder. There's almost no time during the week to do housework. As soon as i get home I have about 2 hours to spend with my kids before they have to go to bed. But I really enjoy those 2 hours! The weekends are now all about quality time with them (and not just another day of "What the heck are we going to do now?") I like what I do, and I like the people I work with. I'm a much happier person, so my kids have more fun with me.
I don't know. It was just the right set of circumstances.