Long Gone...

Yep, my long locks are long gone and I LOVE it! Short and easy. I was a little hesitant when I saw the hair hit the floor at the salon but I am thrilled with the results and so excited to have taken the plunge. Now I just have to finish adding to the makeup collection and I will be in good shape. New clothes, new hair and new makeup = happy mommy!

Mommy Makeover or Early Midlife Crisis...

Not sure which one I am going through but it is definitely one of them. I feel old. Like real old. I also feel like life is finally getting back to normal after the Abby invasion. In light of all this, I've decided that it's about time for me to make time for me. I have done a little clothes shopping for some new outfits. I've done a little makeup shopping to revamp that collection (although I have much more to go) and on Saturday, I will embark on a new hair journey as I am going to try a different stylist and basically give them the green light to make me over. It's not that I don't love my current stylist because I do. It's just that I think we are stuck in a rut of the same old thing over and over and over so why not try something new. It's just hair. It grows back and you can always fix bad color. I know this for a fact considering I accidentally dyed my hair bright purple as a teenager and had to have it bleached white and then re-dyed to my natural color. We shall see how it turns out but I am excited.

Seperation Anxiety...

OK, now I get it. Ever since Abby was born I have heard repeatedly about separation anxiety. I never really got it until the past week or so. For the first 9 months of her life, I could walk out of the room or the house or wherever and she could have cared less. The past week, I can't even go to a different part of the room when we are at home without her crying and following me trying to get me to pick her up. I will never forget when a friend of hours told us that having a 9 month old was the hardest time for him because the baby was so dependent on the parents. Now I understand exactly what he was talking about because Abby wants me to either hold her, be right next to her or watch her when she does anything. While we have made great progress in her independence, I feel like we have taken a step backwards with this "have to be with Mommy all the time" phase. Luckily, at this point, she is still OK when I drop her off at either grandma's house. I hope we never see that and I hope this phase is over with soon!

Insurance Rant...

$500 a month for Abby and I to have health insurance is freakin' ridiculous!!! Thank you Mr. Obama and your (not so) brilliant health care plan that caused my rates to increase just so you can cover a bunch of people who sit on their butts and collect welfare checks. I really appreciate that one and plan to show my appreciation at election time.

OK, I'm done ranting.

A Bittersweet Symphony...

For those of you who don't know it, this little tune by Oasis is one of my all time favorites. The music is incredible and the lyrics really ring true. One of the lines is about trying to make ends meet and ends with the words "Your a slave to the money, then you die". While I am not trying to wax poetic here, I think that is absolutely true. You work hard in school so you can get into a good college so you can make good grades so you can get a good job. Well, guess what, I did all the aforementioned things in order to make sure I made lots of money and that simply didn't happen for me and in a way, I am really glad it didn't. While my job is certainly tough and stressful, it certainly isn't as bad being a slave at a big firm would be. And while I don't make nearly as much money as those guys do, I have decided that that is OK. Although I strongly contend that I deserve to make quite a bit more than I currently do, I also believe that this job may have been the better path for me. Until recently, being an amazing attorney was near the top of my priority list. Since Abby was born, the most important thing to me is being an amazing mom and an amazing wife. I thought I could be amazing at everything, but at this point, I am pretty sure I can't so I have chosen to pick wife and mom over attorney and to my own surprise, I am totally OK with that.

At this point in my life, I would love to take less of a raise when the time comes for one and work 3-4 days a week just to get a little extra time in with Abs. Hopefully, that will happen sooner than later because the only thing I want to be a "slave" to is my family. After we get through this rough patch in the real estate world, I am ready to scale the career back because I miss my princess too much. The money will come on its own even if I don't become the best real estate attorney in town but I can't be an amazing mom if I devote all my energy to my job.