Week 1 is coming to an end and I am tired. It is hard moving - even when it's a short stint. It is hard even when you move somewhere amazing. I understand the envy and the lack of sympathy! I would be mad as hell and green with envy if it were someone else doing this and I was watching on. I am not complaining - I WANT to be here - nonetheless this week has been hard.
The thing is, that I am a worker bee. I enjoy going to the office, I love my job and I want to be in a creative, inspiring environment. I adore being a mother but I find being a stay at home full-time mother impossibly hard. I am selfish, I long for quiet time to myself and I crave ME time. I think that's because I'm an only child and also just how my experience of motherhood has evolved - I had incredible help for the first 2 years and I've worked almost full-time for the 2nd two years while MacKenzie has been at school.
A week of 2am wake-ups, with cranky discombobulated boys (the 4 year old and the 41 year old) has been challenging. On Monday, MacKenzie starts school 3 days a week from 9am to 3pm and I will head back to the gym. I am longing for an hour a day on the treadmill just to unwind and burn some of these bagel calories!!!
I know that week 2 will be better. Bring it on!
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
So here we are ...
I am the living example that if you don't make too many giant plans or have very specific expectations, things can take you by happy, blissful surprise and be better than you ever could have anticipated. I'm a small town girl and my plans looked something like this: go to school, go to university, move to London... see what happens.
What happened was a Scotsman in November 2000 followed by a life which has (so far) unfolded in London, Sydney, Dublin, Sydney... and now New York City (temporarily!). Oh, and a baby. We had a little boy and he's in New York too. We thought it only fair.
What also happened is that my undergraduate degree in Journalism and my Postgraduate degree in Drama actually DID provide me with the skills necessary to forge a pretty great career. Told ya so.
And now I'm 35, a celebrity agent and publicist, mother of a fantastically beautiful 4 year old, wife of a wonderful, successful and loving Scotsman, daughter of doting, supportive and adoring parents... and I'm living and working in New York City.
You don't need to know that I've been awake since June 2008 and that I single-handedly have kept Starbucks and Nespresso in business. That's irrelevant. You don't need to know that I've gained and lost and gained and lost the same pesky 25 lbs about 25 times since 1994. That's irrelevant too.
What you need to know is that I'm happy... right now, right here... I'm happy. I would say it was a dream come true, but I didn't dream this. It just kind of happened.
What happened was a Scotsman in November 2000 followed by a life which has (so far) unfolded in London, Sydney, Dublin, Sydney... and now New York City (temporarily!). Oh, and a baby. We had a little boy and he's in New York too. We thought it only fair.
What also happened is that my undergraduate degree in Journalism and my Postgraduate degree in Drama actually DID provide me with the skills necessary to forge a pretty great career. Told ya so.
And now I'm 35, a celebrity agent and publicist, mother of a fantastically beautiful 4 year old, wife of a wonderful, successful and loving Scotsman, daughter of doting, supportive and adoring parents... and I'm living and working in New York City.
You don't need to know that I've been awake since June 2008 and that I single-handedly have kept Starbucks and Nespresso in business. That's irrelevant. You don't need to know that I've gained and lost and gained and lost the same pesky 25 lbs about 25 times since 1994. That's irrelevant too.
What you need to know is that I'm happy... right now, right here... I'm happy. I would say it was a dream come true, but I didn't dream this. It just kind of happened.
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