New Year, New Beginnings

Ok, so yes it's been forever since I updated! Granted, most of you understand the hell that is being a retail worker on the holidays. Christ, this one I barely had enough time to blink, let alone do anything else! I was so bummed that the Wii I got for my birthday was beginning to acquier a thin layer of dust.
As a "senior manager" (even though I didnn't actually have the tenure to be called that), I was running around helping rookie managers, providing a few district helps, and of course, attempting to run a hot streak in my store. I succeeded, and collected a nice fat bonus a month ago which landed right in the middle of our vacation to Whistler.
Which was interrupted three times by my work.
So, I came back, and of course pressure at work didn't let up. I had hoped to see my stress level decrease with the close of our holiday season, only to find myself having panic attacks due to mounting pressures at work. Sell phones! Why hasn't this employee sold a phone?! You haven't sold enough phones! Your store is running a loss according to your increased plan numbers...because you aren't selling phones! SELL A DAMN PHONE!!!!!!!
I had promised myself that this year, work wouldn't kill my personal life needs, and promptly scheduled the re-evaluation of kiddo. For those in the know, my son has a developmental disorder, that up until a few weeks ago, we were assuming was autism. After a team of hand-talk-happy child psychologists and developmental therapists invaded my home, we are now told he has a severe Developmental Delay. Apparently, that's actually a diagnosis. Anthony is going to need to be in a developmental workshop four days a week, starting ASAP. The district will provide transportation, as long as his daycare is within their boundaries. And I need to be spending more time with him, as parental support is critical at this phase (which, technically, it should be at every step of my child's life).
So, suddenly I am faced with the glaring fact that I need to change occupations. Within a month.
No more talking about leaving the Shack, it has to be done NOW. I had a long talk with my boss about the situation, and I even got teary. See, I still love what I do, even though I don't always enjoy the psychotic amount of pressure I'm under while doing it. I love my nerdy Radioshack life, and the people I work with are amazing (most of 'em, anyways). He proposed that I take the admin job that opened up in the district below us, and I am going to talk to that DM this morning. It would be the best of both worlds, an administrative and low pressure gig, but with the company I take so much pride in. If the new DM can handle my scheduling needs, I may just have landed the ideal situation.
The reality of a "normal" job sank in last night, and I was so tickled I could hardly sit still.
No more late night phone calls, or having family time interrupted by freaked out employee phone calls.
No more 3 am inventories.
No more putting off vacations because I don't have staff to cover the store.
No more crying on the bus home because we didn't make the sales quota.
No more 78 hour workweeks.
I'll be able to actually have a NORMAL holiday season.
Not spend Thanksgiving day as a day of weary preparation.
Sleep in on Saturdays.
Snuggle with Scott on a Saturday afternoon.
Go Christmas shopping like a normal human.
Have a social life.
Be able to actually MAKE plans on a friday.
Normalcy is an incredible concept when all it has been for the last three years is a "concept".
We'll see!!!!