Today I’m blogging about our “normal day” over at Ashley’s place by giving the run-down on September 1, 2011! Come join me?
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12:30pm, back to the office. ::sigh:: You know that weird post-lunch nap that you want to take? I’m feeling it, but it’s time to meet a client so I slap a smile on my face & get down to business.
5:00pm, quitting time! I race to pick up Harrison & we start our evening commute….
Kate Middleton
While I have kept a polite distance, shying away from tabloids & commemorative china collections, the pageantry of it all did sweep away the best of my sensibilities & I set my alarm for 5am EST this morning. I clicked on the television just as Princesses Beatrice & Eugenie pulled up to the church, stepping out with fascinators that were…well, fascinating. Really, the only other thing Eugenie could have done was put a bird on it.
A few weeks ago, Jeanett of Life Rearranged asked me to join in with some amazing women to talk about miscarriage & infant loss, all raising funds for Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep (NILMDTS is a non-profit that offers free photography to grieving families in the PICU/NICU). I quickly agreed & spent several weeks tongue-tied over my journal, desperate to find words that would do her mission & my baby justice.
As Jeanett so beautifully said about her own loss, “Because the truth is that once you see that second pink line…you set a place at the table for your baby.” My heart ached when I read those words, because I understood.
Jeanett, I am so thankful for the cause you are supporting.
& p.s. I’m not THAT tall or blonde. Okay, maybe I am THAT tall.
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Night after night, I sat down to my journal with a cup of tea, willing the words to come. Willing my heart to pour hope & grace onto the page as I spoke of the baby I lost. I wrote several drafts, only to scratch them out. I felt tongue-tied & humbled.
Today I’m guest posting over at Just Another Manic Momday & talking about why being a working momma has its perks. Join me, please?
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When my son was 13 weeks old, I slipped back into a black pencil skirt & three-inch stilettos to take my place in the corporate world once more. Every day for the next year, I tearfully kissed my little boy goodbye & bitterly plowed through paperwork & client calls. I hated being a working mother. I was wracked with jealousy over my stay-at-home-mom friends when they held play dates & lunches. I struggled with finding balance between work, marriage, motherhood, home, & myself. News articles hounded home that the children of working mothers were fatter, sicker, & worse off than children of mothers who stayed home. & it didn’t matter if Charlie Sheen himself wrote the study, I believed that I was failing my child by working.
Slowly, that cloud of despair has lifted as my postpartum depression healed & my little family settled into a comfortable routine. I met a few fellow working momma friends that helped me feel less alone as we shared tips for managing it all. & you know what? I realized that it doesn’t suck. Sure, being a working momma is HARD. You’re “on” 24/7, not only meeting the demands of a family & toddler tyrant, but also the demands of clients, bosses, products, & everything in between. But it definitely has its perks.
A few weeks ago, I posted about the inner workings of an internet mean girl. A few hours after it posted, I received an email from BlogHer.com that they would like to syndicate my post on their website.
I was floored. Honored. & honestly, kind of giddy like a school girl. Syndication is something that every blogger wants & I had finally achieved it! But…wait. Was this the post I wanted to debut with? This post, laying out all of my faults & opening up doors for even more people to hammer home what a wretched bitch I was? Would strangers that never “followed” me before understand what I was trying to say?
Bullying in all forms is such a hot topic these days & it NEEDS to be discussed. We hear so many stories from victims & they are heartbreaking. But it’s also time to call a spade a spade & call out the bitches for what they are. By one of their own, just to hammer it home & say, “Hey, Bully? You’re an insecure asshole & I know it.” & so I chewed my fingernails, closed my eyes, & pushed “publish” on my BlogHer page.
My only hope is that it strikes a chord.
http://www.blogher.com/diary-mean-girl
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