Occupied

This has been a long week. It's Friday afternoon and I've billed almost 70 hours this week so far. I haven't seen my kids or husband nearly enough. I haven't gotten even half the amount of sleep I need. I feel like my life is flashing before my eyes while I slave away at the office. My baby will be 6 months old in a few days, and is rolling across the room, trying to crawl, sitting up unassisted and eating the shit out of bananas and sweet potatoes. My other baby, the one who is already 3.25, is making up jokes and songs, talking in complete, (often) grammatically correct sentences, finally getting the hang of using the potty even when he's distracted and manipulating us as best he can for more play time, more snacks, more back rubs and more holding Ellie bean. My husband is working hard, studying for the final CFA exam in June and training for the second "Tough Mudder" even in the summer. He's trying to get a side project up and running to eventually become a business and he's climbing the ranks at his company, recently getting promoted. We are busy. While I wouldn't call my level of job satisfaction high at the moment, getting busy has forced me to finally get back into the swing of things since returning from maternity leave. And I am (knock on wood) hopefully leaving tomorrow morning for a quick family trip to meet some friends in San Luis Obispo (they're coming down from the Bay Area).


There is so much I have wanted to talk about lately, including the personal semi-crisis I went through recently where I doubted everything I thought I knew about what I wanted from a career and work-life balance. I just haven't found, or made, the time. I will jot my ideas down, if only to be able to look back in a few months and wonder how I ever thought those things. Maybe this weekend.