SO. I've got news. I wrote a whole serious post about it but then woke up in the middle of the night screaming, "BOOOOORING!!!!" Night terrors, they are a terrible thing. Serious post— DELETED.
Here's the deal. I got a long-term freelance gig. It starts today. And it's not like one of those small design jobs that I can do from the comfort of my own home. Nope. I've got to put on an actual outfit and go to an office.
Here are answers to some questions you might have for me:
What is an actual outfit? Well, for one thing— yoga pants (what moms call sweatpants to make themselves feel better) are forbidden. Anything you bought at Gap Body while still on maternity leave? Also, not acceptable. To make matters more difficult, clothes must change daily so co-workers don't recognize them as the same thing you wore yesterday except with different acessories. Ahhhh- ACCESSORIES. I am officially adding that word back into my vocabulary.
Who's watching the baby? We got a nanny. It's the same one we had when I was working full-time a few months ago. Mazzy loves her and she is awesome.
What happens to Mommy Shorts? I'm hoping you all won't notice. I've got stuff ready to post. And my foray into office life and it's effect on myself and the baby should give me tons of new topics to write about, right? My life is nothing if not a petri dish for parenting experiments of which I will share for your amusement and the humiliation of my family.
Are you excited? YES! Except for that pesky creating an outfit part. And I'm not really looking forward to the complex system my husband and I will have to work out so that we are both showered and ready to go by the time the nanny arrives while simultaneously keeping the baby alive. But I am curious to see if I can still walk in anything besides my pair of low-top Converse. And I am most definitely keen on earning some cash to justify the continued use of our aforementioned nanny.
BUT WHAT ABOUT MAZZY???!!! Easy there. She will be fine. She loves our nanny and our nanny loves her. I am more worried about myself than anything else.
Why are you worried about yourself? Well, cause Mazzy just started doing all this really amazing stuff and I'm not gonna be around to see it. Like this morning I asked her "What does a sheep say?" and she said "BAH" and then I said "What does a pig do?" and she started snorting. (I knew she could do both these things but she doesn't always do them back to back). But then I pushed my luck and asked, "What does a cow say?" And she said, "Moooooo!" I was FLOORED. We haven't even been working on that! She's also right on the verge of walking. Last night she took two tiny steps. So I have to come to terms with the very good chance that I may miss her first real attempt. Although, I feel confident that she will continue walking and I will get to see it at some point.
AND she does stuff like this:
So why do it? Because I love working. I'm a career oriented person— always have been. When people ask me how I've been able to create as much content as I have for my blog in these few short months, I say, "I'm a workaholic without a job". Maybe one day I'll figure out how to make the blog make money and that will become my job (wouldn't that be AWESOME???) but for now, I'm gonna pursue the career I've been building for the past 12 years.
Damn. I just wrote that all in two seconds. Do you know how long it took me to write the VERY SERIOUS POST?