I'm pretty sure I ruined my light blue suit jacket by getting bright red "lip stain" on it. I didn't even like that stuff. I got it in my Birchbox and decided to try it. It looked terrible and somehow it splattered everywhere. Not worth it.
The weather has been swerving from frosty to sweaty lately, with thirty-degree swings between morning and afternoon. Not good for X's respiratory system or for our collective ability to get dressed in the morning. X has received more nebulizer albuterol treatments in the past two weeks than he has in the past three or four months combined. (I'm stopping short of April, when he was hospitalized for a week.)
There have been a few cold days. I wear skirts and dresses all summer, which are more forgiving than pants. As it turns out, I'm like a goldfish. I grow to fit the size of my container. I was alarmed to find that I only have one pair of pants that still fit. After K was born, it took about six months for my weight to go back to normal and I ended up about six pounds lighter than my pre-baby weight. I didn't seem any thinner so my theory was that during the C-section, they scooped out some of my innards. But post-X, I've consistently been about ten pounds heavier than I was pre-baby. Maybe a little more than ten now. I don't think I have the energy to do anything more than I'm already doing, so I'm going to give in for now and buy new pants.
The new job continues. I'm getting some interesting assignments. My new boss, the GC of my division, is awesome and has been inviting me to meetings with her. I'm learning a lot from observing her negotiating style, which is similar to mine but twenty years better. It's frustrating to be back at the beginning of the learning curve when I was feeling so confident at the firm. I've learned that a number of people I expected to work with closely will be leaving soon, all for unrelated reasons.
I went back to the firm this week for its inaugural alumni event. I thought it might be awkward since I just left, but I was greeted with hugs and "So when are you coming back?" It felt so natural. Until the end of the evening, when they said, "We'll do this again next year -- you're definitely on our list!" And my immediate reaction (which I kept to myself) was, "That's it? You don't want to see me again for a whole year?" It was like seeing an ex. I put on makeup and wished I had gotten my hair cut. I thought about all the good times we had. And I had to remind myself that in the end, we wanted different things. Sometimes, if you love something, you have to let it go.