Decisions Decisions

I have come to a fork in the road or rather a rock and a hard place. Or is it rock in a hard place. Heck, I don't know. Either way its a rough decision no matter how I look at it.
Right now my dear, sweet husband is working 2 jobs to keep us above water. I was working at a looney mouse factory ( lets just keep it like that, LOL) and had to quit because of his schedule conflict. He works the typical 8-5'er during the day and then the 11pm to 4 am. So I see him for 10 minutes while he is eating, showering, throne business; and its off to bedy bye for him.
I want to lighten his load. I have always wanted to go back to a lovely office. I started the working career as this and that is how I would like to end it. Thus, a proposal fell in my lap. My dear friend offered me a 10/hr, 45 hr job in said office. I thought "YAY!" then I realized.. "daycare is going to eat me alive!". The best rate I could find for my HANKsters is 1116/mo or roughly 264/wk. Now realizing I would be bringing home about 400 after taxes. That means I will have made a whole 136 buckaroos after I pay daycare. That working 50 hrs a week ( 45 after lunch breaks); do I think I can have that on my brain and keep chipper? I have no clue.

I mean, its not a stressful job. I have done stressful and lifted 450lb patients before. Coming from a 125lb gal, that is impressive. I have also been bitten, slapped, pooped/peed on and chased by a naked angry man. Although its funny now, it was quite scary at the time. I don't want to go back to this. I loved the people I took care of even if it was just for a short while; but I cannot see another death go so cold to the heart anymore. No one to mourn them or fight for them. There was once a patient I thought dearly of that died because the head nurse was to much in a rush and crammed food down his throat. He had dysphagia or difficulty swallowing and all that food went to his lungs ( aspirated). She just wheeled him back to his room and left him to die. The sound; of his breathing was like water under a bridge; I will never forget it. I called for another nurse to quickly suction him. Yet the machine was out of order eventhough it had been signed off to be fully functional. He died that next day. I can no longer and will no longer feel helpless. If  I could have pushed those freaking rule books out the window and did beyond my experience maybe it might have saved him. I probably would have been in jail for doing something only an RN or dr could do but I bet he would still be alive to this day.
Anyhow, sorry to get side tracked. My problem is change and yes I am scared of it. I am afraid that if I take said job that I will begin to hate it because I don't get even half of my paycheck. Thus resulting in a damaged friendship. What if I get the job and then can't find daycare? I am not one to burden anyone. Will I be the one staying home with sick kids and then loosing that job? So many scary "W's" pop up in my mind. Then again I think about poor hubby who is left holding the ball. I'm just afraid that I will mess up and we can't afford any mistakes.