A picture I took of Lucy has become “front page news” on a certain website. This website, Now Public, which I don’t really think is a very big or reputable site, used a photo of her on one of their voting stories, which ended up on the front page earlier this week. Here is a screen cap:
They’ve taken it down now, but it was still pretty cool.
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I may be one of the most spoiled mothers in the world. When Lucy was born, I had every intention of going back to work full time after six weeks of maternity leave. But circumstances can change, and change they did. I ended up quitting my job and borrowing a shit-ton of money from my parents in order to stay home with Lucy until she was six months old. That was the plan. When she turned six months old, I would get a job, find daycare and go back to work full time.
Then, during an unfortunate late-night financial discussion with my husband, I realized that next month, Lucy will be six months old. And on January 1, I am supposed to have a new job, daycare, and all that other crap. And all I could think of was that I am going to miss so much. What if she crawls for the first time at daycare. Or says her first word. Or cries when I go to pick her up because she’d rather stay there instead of come home. I just can’t imagine going from spending every waking moment with her to spending about 3 hours a day with her.
But it will be fine. I have been so incredibly lucky to stay home with Lucy as long as I have. Most moms don’t get that choice. And her father is doing something that will hopefully allow us to live a wonderful, prosperous family life. But right now, that requires me to go back to work. I’m not sure in what capacity I’ll be working, but I know that it will be OK. And hopefully when I go to pick Lucy up from daycare she’ll smile and laugh and crawl up to me and be so excited to see me. And that will be fantastic.
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Eveyone who knows me knows that I am a big proponent of voting. I remember voting in my first election. I was in second grade and it was at the Catholic school that my parents had just transferred me to. We were forced to vote for who we thought would be president in that year’s elections. Myself and one other student in my class voted for Bill Clinton (thanks, Adam Troupe!) while every other member of the second grade voted for incumbant George Bush. When Bill Clinton won, I realized that I was very different than most of my peers. This has continued in my years as a voting Kansan and now a Missourian.
I’ve voted every in every election that I have been able. And every time my most prominent candidates have lost. Until today. My democratic senatorial candidate has won her seat in the U.S. Senate. Thank god, because I was starting to really get worried that my vote did not count.
Baby Lucy, News Star
/1 Comment/in Lucy /by MeganA picture I took of Lucy has become “front page news” on a certain website. This website, Now Public, which I don’t really think is a very big or reputable site, used a photo of her on one of their voting stories, which ended up on the front page earlier this week. Here is a screen cap:
They’ve taken it down now, but it was still pretty cool.
Work, work, work
/0 Comments/in Lucy, Work /by MeganI may be one of the most spoiled mothers in the world. When Lucy was born, I had every intention of going back to work full time after six weeks of maternity leave. But circumstances can change, and change they did. I ended up quitting my job and borrowing a shit-ton of money from my parents in order to stay home with Lucy until she was six months old. That was the plan. When she turned six months old, I would get a job, find daycare and go back to work full time.
Then, during an unfortunate late-night financial discussion with my husband, I realized that next month, Lucy will be six months old. And on January 1, I am supposed to have a new job, daycare, and all that other crap. And all I could think of was that I am going to miss so much. What if she crawls for the first time at daycare. Or says her first word. Or cries when I go to pick her up because she’d rather stay there instead of come home. I just can’t imagine going from spending every waking moment with her to spending about 3 hours a day with her.
But it will be fine. I have been so incredibly lucky to stay home with Lucy as long as I have. Most moms don’t get that choice. And her father is doing something that will hopefully allow us to live a wonderful, prosperous family life. But right now, that requires me to go back to work. I’m not sure in what capacity I’ll be working, but I know that it will be OK. And hopefully when I go to pick Lucy up from daycare she’ll smile and laugh and crawl up to me and be so excited to see me. And that will be fantastic.
Finally
/3 Comments/in World /by MeganEveyone who knows me knows that I am a big proponent of voting. I remember voting in my first election. I was in second grade and it was at the Catholic school that my parents had just transferred me to. We were forced to vote for who we thought would be president in that year’s elections. Myself and one other student in my class voted for Bill Clinton (thanks, Adam Troupe!) while every other member of the second grade voted for incumbant George Bush. When Bill Clinton won, I realized that I was very different than most of my peers. This has continued in my years as a voting Kansan and now a Missourian.
I’ve voted every in every election that I have been able. And every time my most prominent candidates have lost. Until today. My democratic senatorial candidate has won her seat in the U.S. Senate. Thank god, because I was starting to really get worried that my vote did not count.