We'll be back in a week. In the meantime, here is a gif of Jon Hamm, eating ham.
See you next week!
Friday, February 1, 2013
It's hardly worth discussing the symbolic meaning of turning my office into a playroom, right?
Some details still need work (like the patching on our living room walls? I do too.) but we've made the major switch. I love the way her room turned out-- bright, happy, safe-- and I can keep an eye on her from my "office", the living room and the kitchen.
I'm okay with my set up. I've felt lucky that I've been able to keep up with my work as well as I have but I can see that I need to work less in order to keep up with Georgia. It's hard. It's really really hard.
Some days, I wish I could just quit everything and focus on being a mom and a wife and myself run my household the way I would like. Then other days, I want to send out resumes! I'm lucky that I can choose how much I work to a certain extent but that also means I'm the one who has to let things go instead of making things work somehow. I worry about the money but I worry more about what it means for me. I can't really articulate it and maybe I don't need to. It's enough to say that looking into the playroom makes me feel sunny inside but that side-dish of office is giving me a belly ache.