Phew! What a busy few weeks. You might have picked up on the fact that I have a new job I am starting on Wednesday. I am really excited, but also scared crapless for a lot of reasons. Lemme back up.

So the job is at the start-up Main Street Genome. I am still figuring out the ‘elevator pitch’, but they use data to help keep Main Street businesses open and thriving. I am really passionate and interested in entrepreneurship and start-ups, so this job is right up my alley. AND I am working (and creating) the Client Success processes now that they are launching. It’s almost like the job was made for me.  It’s in the heart of DC, but it sounds like in a couple months I can telework, which would be awesome because I am more productive at home and it would save me an hour commute.

That said, it is going to be a HUGE adjustment. I’ve never started a job as a ‘mom’ and I am not sure what that looks like for me. Especially since Mike isn’t sleeping totally through the night and I will have to be functional during the day. I am so glad we have a great daycare provider who is happy to see Mike every day, but it just feels uncomfortable to me that I won’t get as much time with him. I am clearly the only one in this duo who will have a problem. It will just be difficult trying to figure it all out for a few weeks. Then I am confident it will all come together and we will have our schedule. For now I am enjoying the next 2 days at home with him.

The other challenge is how to dress for an office. The dress code is business casual and the times I have been in the office I’ve seen nice jeans and sweaters, maxi dresses and black pants and button down. It seems to be a young office, and I am having those high school flashbacks and irrational fears. In my head I imagine my new coworkers laughing at my skinny jeans when I turn my back. Dressing for 30 is hard! It’s a thin line between shopping at Talbots and Forever 21. Add in that I am plus size, losing weight and on a budget and it’s double frustrating.

I did pick up a few things – black skinny ‘jeans’, dark wash jeans, a few sweaters and some professional-ish shoes. I’ve never been a fashionista, but want to look somewhat put together.  Even if the classic sweater has some hidden spit up on the shoulder.

What do you suggest I pick up? 

Oh, and don’t worry. I have my ‘hide the grey and shape it up’ hair appointment tomorrow.

We survived our first week at daycare! Well, it was only 2 days, but regardless, we survived, and dare I say – thrive?

I was spending all day Tuesday obsessing over leaving him the next day with G. Would he wonder where I went? Will he feel abandoned? What if he cries the whole time? I secretly wanted to just coast by and toss him out of the car to avoid dealing with it, but alas – that is frowned upon.

So I took him, showed G. all his stuff, kissed him 3 times and walked out the door tear free. I got in the car and had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just left my child with someone who I would consider a stranger who the state says doesn’t keep sharp objects out, knows CPR and doesn’t have any complaints from parents.  I knew after that day it would get easier … I just had to get through the day.

It was a beautiful day, with terrible traffic. I rolled down my window and turned the radio up a bit. Then a bit more. Then even more. No baby, I can blare the radio like the old days! I pulled into the Walgreen’s parking lot and realized I didn’t have to schlep a 17lb baby in with me for a Diet Coke.

I got to the office and spent the majority of the day focused on work and meetings. Yes, I felt like I was missing a body part, and yes, I wondered what he was doing at that moment, but I resisted the urge to call. I didn’t want to interrupt his day, or G.’s day. I trust her, I really do.

I busted out of the office at 3PM like my ass was on fire. I missed my baby and wanted some snuggles. I may have ran a few red lights and hit a squirrel. I got to G’s house and he was having a fine time fiddling with G’s assistant’s hajab. I got a few smiles and learned he had a fabulous day watching the kids interacting and eating. He got what he needed and I got what I needed. I happily (okay, KIND of happily) dropped him off on Friday and so far, so good.