So I was reminded this weekend that I need to circle back on topics I start here. Sometimes I forget that people might actually read this thing. huh!
So about the telecommuting. . . I did it, I took the plunge. So far it's just ok. I give it a solid 6/10. As many of you know, or can guess, I am a bit of an extrovert so I am really ready to be done with work by the time the work day rolls around. This is a marked change however, I used to be exhausted at the end of the day and would retreat home to prep for another day. In some ways I am living more life because I am not 'done' by the end of the work day.
I am also finding out that I have some pretty low personal care requirements. I literally get up, brush my teeth and face and head off to work. Yoga pants. check. Matt's t-shirt check. I might need to consider my cute factor at some point for my husband's sake.
I am spending my time in the basement now with my shadow (Osa) who takes great delight in our daily trip to the day care to drop James off. My dreams of a home office renovation are at a bit of a standstill until I can get my sweet husband to paint the room for me. Oh sweet husband. . . please? <-- note my attempt at a public plea for light blue walls and white trim. A girl can dream right? (Matt doesn't read this blog very often so I will keep you posted dear internet if this thinly veiled tactic works!)
All else is well in Fitz land. I am getting bigger and have started my 30th week of pregnancy. No huge complaints yet but given that this is my second pregnancy I know where we are going in the next 10 weeks. It reminds me of being at mile 18 of a marathon. People on the side of the road start congratulating you on almost being finished. In reality you have 8 miles left. 8 MILES. For me that is nearly 90 minutes of running-- in my book, that is no where near "almost there". Plus those 8 miles are the hardest 8 miles of the race. That's where I am folks, I feel good and am smiling still but the floor is starting to seem like a far away place and my back is starting to act up. Time to focus and press on for those last 8 miles. Go team Fitzy. Would people think it was inappropriate if I put my name on my shirt for the next 10 weeks or so? Strangers could cheer me on randomly then. . . . Certainly fits with the company dress code around here.
So about the telecommuting. . . I did it, I took the plunge. So far it's just ok. I give it a solid 6/10. As many of you know, or can guess, I am a bit of an extrovert so I am really ready to be done with work by the time the work day rolls around. This is a marked change however, I used to be exhausted at the end of the day and would retreat home to prep for another day. In some ways I am living more life because I am not 'done' by the end of the work day.
I am also finding out that I have some pretty low personal care requirements. I literally get up, brush my teeth and face and head off to work. Yoga pants. check. Matt's t-shirt check. I might need to consider my cute factor at some point for my husband's sake.
I am spending my time in the basement now with my shadow (Osa) who takes great delight in our daily trip to the day care to drop James off. My dreams of a home office renovation are at a bit of a standstill until I can get my sweet husband to paint the room for me. Oh sweet husband. . . please? <-- note my attempt at a public plea for light blue walls and white trim. A girl can dream right? (Matt doesn't read this blog very often so I will keep you posted dear internet if this thinly veiled tactic works!)
All else is well in Fitz land. I am getting bigger and have started my 30th week of pregnancy. No huge complaints yet but given that this is my second pregnancy I know where we are going in the next 10 weeks. It reminds me of being at mile 18 of a marathon. People on the side of the road start congratulating you on almost being finished. In reality you have 8 miles left. 8 MILES. For me that is nearly 90 minutes of running-- in my book, that is no where near "almost there". Plus those 8 miles are the hardest 8 miles of the race. That's where I am folks, I feel good and am smiling still but the floor is starting to seem like a far away place and my back is starting to act up. Time to focus and press on for those last 8 miles. Go team Fitzy. Would people think it was inappropriate if I put my name on my shirt for the next 10 weeks or so? Strangers could cheer me on randomly then. . . . Certainly fits with the company dress code around here.
Thanks for the update! I was wondering :) Glad to hear it's at least on the 6 end of the scale, rather than the 3 end :)
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