About six months ago, I took a part-time job a 15-minute walk from my house. I set up a schedule that allowed me to drop off and pick up Monkey from PreK and lined up two babysitters for my gregarious Munchkin. As my first day of work approached, I packed three lunches--Monkey's, Munchkin's and mine--set out clothes and planned out the day of drop-offs and hand-offs, dashing around in work clothes that had been languishing in the back of my closet for nearly two years. For the most part, work fit into the schedule I'd already established with the kids. We were always out the door at 7:50 am and back home in the early afternoon. The main difference was that while Monkey still went off to school, Munchkin was home with the sitter while I went to the office.