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Friday Foto

Sooooo...how many ponytail holders do two little girls need anyhow??

Happy Hair. 

Happy Friday. 

Dipping My Toe In

A lot has been going on around here in LISB-land, one of which is that I am attempting to return back to work part-time. I have mixed feelings about this. There are times when it sounds like a great idea

(money! colleagues! firing up the old synapses! money!) 

 

and then there are times when it doesn't sound like such a great idea

 

(not a lot of money! bosses! colleagues! not enough money!)

 

Back in the day, I worked my ass off to climb the proverbial ladder at two different pharmaceutical ad agencies. There were days I loved, and days I didn't, but overall, I liked my job. I was proud of what I had accomplished. However, once Poonch came along, I knew that burning the oil til 9PM trying to come up with a headline that the client would nix in 3 minutes couldn't compete with changing diapers and cleaning up puke. Oh, um, sorry, I meant to say, it couldn't compete with reading to my new daughter and rocking her to sleep. I was lucky enough to be in a situation in which I was able to temporarily retire, so I walked away from my career and into Poonch's nursery.  

 

Fast forward 10 years, 1 hubby, 2 daughters, 3 moves, 1 dog, and 1 cat, and here I am. 

 

I knew that one day I would want have to return to work (those 529s are a joke right now), so I started to take baby steps. I opened a LinkedIn account. After a few weeks, I actually published it. I started to whisper that maybe I'd like to start some freelancing. A few people called. Of course I turned them down. 

 

I'm too busy. 

I'm too tired. 

I'm too old. 

I don't know how to run these new programs. 

It's spring break. 

It's summer. 

I'm too mommy. 

 

But at the end of the summer, I got a call from an old colleague, and as I listened to the voice mail asking if I wanted work, I followed up my initial excuse of why I couldn't do it with 

eventually, Gibby, these people are going to stop calling. And then you're really up shit creek without an updated word processing program. 

 

So I called him back.

 

And I said yes, I was interested. And then I hung up, and proceeded to shit my technically-way-behind-the-ball pants. 

 

 

 

Friday Foto

One of my girls (disappointed in us once again, I'm sure), posted this on her door yesterday. Needless to say, I left her alone since luckily I was in good health...

Happy Friday. 

 

(please excuse the quality of this photo, taken in a dark hallway with my phone as I tried to giggle soundlessly...)