Insanity

I got another job. In society that is currently seriously lacking employment, I got a job. I walked into my local temp office (Office Team) and was literally given a job within minutes, and not just a job, but a job at Yale. I know I am incredibly lucky to have this opportunity. I should be very grateful.
But, I am terrified and bitter. I don't want to do this. I don't want to be away from my son for 10 plus hours a day. I hate, hate, hate the idea. What if he needs me? Or misses me? Or gets sick or won't nap or won't eat? And I'm stuck in an office somewhere?
Ok, ok. I know I can be a tad dramatic. But, I haven't worked full time since Josh was born. Some half days, and more recently, half days all week. But never all day. All week. I will be missing so much. I'll only get to see him for a few hours in the evening and some time on the weekends. Part of the problem is that I still have all my other jobs. So now, I needed to move my UNH kids to evenings during the week, and I still have my private study kids on Saturday, and church job on Sunday... On any given day I will see Josh for an hour in the morning, and possibly not again all day, because I will go from working at Yale till 5 (or wherever I will be on that day) straight to UNH to teach till 7:30. Josh is in bed by 7:30, at the latest. This sucks.
I know it's only temporary. I know that once May comes along and I am not teaching, I will be grateful for the work and seeing Josh more normally.
I know I have to suck it up. Parents do this all the time. They do what they have to do to make ends meet. And I will do what I have to do. I won't like it, but then again, I suppose no one does.