Miscellaneous

I'm becoming one of those bloggers -- you know, the type that only posts once in a blue moon, and when she does, it's all whining about how busy she is. 

What do I do, you ask? As you can see from previous posts, I feed the baby, change the baby, play with the baby, repeat, try to get a couple of things done before the cycle starts all over again.  If I'm lucky, I might get to pee without interruption. It takes me until Friday to finish the Sunday Times crossword - and that's on a good week.  (OK, at least a part of that is because I am a mediocre crossworder.) 

Taking care of the Peach and watching her grow has been fabulous, wonderful - but exhausting and mind-numbing, too.  I feel incredibly guilty about her going into day care, primarily because I'm looking forward to it so much.  I think I'm finally understanding the push-pull of the Mommy Wars, and that's with going into this knowing that I would absolutely not be the one taking care of her full time.  But I'm also looking forward to the fact the time I spend with her will be time I desperately want to spend with her, as opposed to not having any other choice. 

Now, affording  day care is another matter, but of course, the presumption is that I will be working full time again.  I love my contract work, but it's feast or famine and right now times are lean.  I'm torn between wanting to aggressively market myself as a contractor versus seeking full-time regular lawyer work.   The contract work is so flexible and fun -- research problems and persuasive writing are the best part of what I do as a lawyer, plus, I can work on wildly diverse areas of law.  But the money isn't regular, there are no sick or vacation days, and I'm not a girl who handles uncertainty well.  (This is probably why I am a good researcher: I WILL find the answer.)

As for working at a firm...

...crap.  I'd finish this post, but the Peach just woke up -- twenty minutes before I have a telephone meeting scheduled with a client.  Gotta run.