Social Work

Since I can no longer handle being a stay at home mother I have sent 21 fabulous resumes so I can again rejoin the lovely world of social work. I have worked in the field for four years prior to having ava. It was quite sucky. Of course I thought that I would save children and better the world. What a load of crap! No money, constantly understaffed and generally dealing with the darker side of humans...and not to mention I was paid dick and had to have a second job. Actually I did not completely hate social work. I still would like to be in a helping profession. I especially would like to be a relief worker that helps displaced persons and the like. That way I could travel, help people and see real life in other countries not just Sandals resorts. Of course I am now limited to a point because of my one year old. Would it scar her for life if I went to another country for a month, would it scar my relationship with her father and would I miss them too much? And of course in my freak out mind...would I weirdly be killed or get a nasty disease? Then I would not fulfill my responsibility to my family. So meanwhile I will apply to graduate school to get an MSW. Something I wanted to do anyway but relationships, depression and a kid got in the way. I have to get into the adult world again. All this time to ponder is making me batty.