The Crate in the Parking Lot
I could have gone to days in 2013.
There was a slot.
It paid four thousand dollars a year less and it would have meant losing the shift differential and taking on a childcare cost for the after-school hours, and I ran the numbers on a legal pad and the numbers said no.
The numbers did say no.
I have re-run them since, at forty-nine, with a therapist watching, and the numbers still say no, and I was not wrong.
And I also did not want to be in that apartment at seven o’clock at night with six children and no other adult, and I knew that about myself in 2013 and I did not put it on the legal pad.