Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Woman in her Thirties Gets Back in the Saddle


So things are crazy. CRAZY.  All good, but all crazy.  

First off, the weather.  Can we please talk about this winter of pure brutality?  It is a sad day when I look forward to snow, because AT LEAST IT'S NOT 30 BELOW.  Crazy.

Second off, the book.

Have you seen my new cover??

So amazing I can barely stand it.  And not to mention the book launch, coming up on March 23rd.  Here's the flyer:

And if you click here you will see me on the Magers and Quinn website... as an event.  Me.  An event. So cool.  And terrifying.  

As part of the book launch insanity, I'm going to local schools and talking to kids about writing and publishing.  Tuesday morning, just like all those amazing working moms I know, I got up, got the kids off to their morning places, and headed off to school, to teach.

Let me say this:  In over three years of being a stay at home mom, I have not regretted it.  Don't get me wrong, there have been hard days.  Days where I've missed my classroom, missed the joy my career brought me, missed my very own paycheck.  But I haven't regretted staying home.  

Got it, kids?  No regrets.

But I've got to admit... Tuesday was awesome.  Now keep in mind that Aaron was up pretty much the entire night before.  (A full blown ear infection, I found out yesterday.)  So I had the moment I know many working moms have all the time, the moment when your alarm goes off, you haven't slept, and you have to be 'on' all day, so you make the coffee super strong and put extra makeup under your eyes.  

And yet, Tuesday was still awesome.  It started out when I found this in my old teacher bag:

From a kid who caused me many headaches in my last year in the classroom.  I was totally energized.

So I spoke to this group of creative writers and... well... it was even better than I thought it would be.  First of all, it was one period. (Imagine, teachers!)  We had a great conversation, where I didn't have to discipline or take role or deal with paperwork.  And then I left, without a single paper to grade.  It was all the fun parts of teaching, and none of the not-fun parts.   

I was on a high all day after my talk-- still am.  It was more than just the great kids and great discussion we had.  It was the fact that, somewhere deep inside of me, I had allowed myself to do what I'd been warned against when I quit my job:  I'd allowed myself to identify only as 'mom'.  I love being mom-- LOVE.  But sometimes a woman in her thirties needs to be reminded her worth professionally, too.  I didn't realize how much I'd missed it all this time.  

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

A Woman in her Thirties Escapes

This post is dedicated to L, who not only watched both kids all weekend, he did it without complaint.  Which is nice and all, but you know what really sealed the deal for me?  Coming home to a clean house.  Well, played, L.  And thank you. 

Something amazing happened this last weekend.

(That's the wing of an airplane, in case you were wondering.)

I escaped.  A whole weekend in Las Vegas, without husband or kids.   Just me, my girls, and this girl:

(Britney Spears, in case you were wondering.)

I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time.  Am I a huge fan of Vegas? Nah, not really.  Am I huge fan of Britney?  Meh, she's okay.  What I am a fan of is cheap flights, cheap hotels, and amazing food.  Oh, and my friends.  I'm a big fan of my friends.  So Vegas, it was.

Instead of recapping the entire trip, I'm going to leave you with what a woman in her thirties learns about herself when she is away from her babies.  Or at least what this woman in her thirties learned:

1.  I'm old.

Don't get me wrong- 35 is not old.  But in terms of sleep deprivation, footwear, and unwillingness to stay up past midnight, then yes.  I am most definitely old.  

(The cat shirt distracts from the loose-fitting leggings and sensible boots.  This was Britney night, and I was in bed by 11:45.)

2.  I really like food.

I've never considered myself a foodie, but eating at the places we did made me realize that food is really great, and I should eat less boring stuff and more awesome stuff like this:

(Oysters, clams, mussels, crab, and lobster from Bouchon.)

(The single greatest lunch I've ever eaten, period.  From Nobu.)

3.  I need to chill more.

I had a full six hours to myself on Friday before my friends showed up.  You know what I did during that time?   I relaxed by the pool:

Relaxed in the relaxation room at the Palazzo:
(Those are my feet, and that is me looking up at the wave pool reflected on the ceiling.)

And relaxed with some restorative yoga.  Relaxation needs to play a more important role in the life of a woman in her thirties. Amen.

4.  I'm a sap.

The first tears I shed during the trip involved the book I'm reading. (Yes, on the plane, and yes, the woman next to me asked what was wrong. Shut up, haters.)  The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd is simply wonderful, that's all I'll say.  

Aaaaand....I missed my babies.  A lot.  Like a whole lot.  L kept posting pictures of them on our photo stream, and each time I pulled one up I would get all sentimental.  It's the curse of motherhood, isn't it?  You long for your time away, then you long for your time home with them.  Sigh.  

I had a wonderful weekend.  I love my friends so much.  I love that we have known each other so long, and that no matter where we go or what we do, my most favorite times with them always involve sitting around, drinking our drinks of choice and making fun of K.  Or H.  Definitely one of those two.  I love that they know me so well, and love me despite all my dorkiness.

But of course this trip was different.   I loved, loved coming home.  Anna's first words Monday morning were, 'Momma, I'm so glad you're back.'  And Buddy, well, he might not have the words, but I think he was pretty happy to see me, too.

I didn't gamble a penny in Vegas, but after a weekend away I gained a new perspective of just how lucky I am in this life.