|Me. Circa 2004. I think my title was Director of Something important.|
Of course I immediately stopped submitting my resume for a job called "Director of Something," or "Coordinator of Something-Else," because, well, I bought a fringed shirt at Urban Outfitters. And you cannot wear that while coordinating something and directing something else. It is just impossible.
When I first started conceptualizing this blog entry, I thought I'd write something whimsical and funny about my new quirky lifestyle. My free-spirited, freelance writing, yoga teaching, book drafting, cooking, pickling, stay at home mom lifestyle-as if I am some sort of bohemian, anti-establishment younger version of Auntie Mame.
The truth is, I just like fringed shirts. And I am always late to everything. And well, Lily has therapy during the day and I am scared shitless of being separated from my children.
|At work, today. Notice, no hosiery. And my boss is shorter than me.|
You can never get time back.
So, here I am. Lily is skilled at conference calls and can offer meaningful critiques on articles I read aloud (her favorite comment: it does not flow). Chloe teaches her collection of Minnie Mouse dolls yoga (downward mouse). And for better or for worse, I am home. Working. Sweating. Wearing fringe. Using my children as excuses for lateness.
Job title: MOMMY! (typically screamed at the top of someone's lungs while I am interviewing the Mayor)