Friday, August 13, 2010


Sweet Sarah's having troubles too - Lily wants to murder her.
Makes my problems seem so silly.

We're going through a transition at our house, as I shift from full-time
maid/chef/bunny cuddler/yogi/gardener to real life, grown up attorney at law.

This transition has not been as smooth as I'd hoped.

It isn't that I don't like the work - I love my job. Love. Seriously, after a year-long hiatus, pleadings and interrogatories and yellow legal pads never looked so sexy. My boss is cool, the work is challenging and rewarding, and, I don't mind saying, I am pretty awesome at lawyering. I've had my "maybe-the-law-wasn't-the-best-choice" moments, but when I'm out there really practicing, I do feel like this is what I was built for.

The problem is that I liked all the other stuff too. As much fun as it is to put on my fancy clothes and drive downtown for work every day, I still wish I could leave each evening with enough time left to have a whole other "home" version of my day. Just a few extra hours that I could spend weeding, hanging laundry and knitting a bit. Instead of face-planting diagonally across the bed.

In a perfect life, I'd sail into the driveway around 5:30, the hubs would get home around the same time, and we'd eat a good dinner together. Then we'd sit on the back porch while the sun went down. He'd read (or snooze, if I'm being honest) while I wrote for a couple hours. All four rabbits would play together nicely in the yard.

In real life, I've been getting home much, much later, as has my darling husband. If we do eat together, it's fast food, late. We haven't even had the energy to stay awake and watch a bit of TV together, nevermind anything as rewarding as writing. And the damn rabbits are still at each others' throats, with no truce in sight. (I realize this sounds like a ridiculous thing to whine about, but it really does bother me that they're not all happy. And now that we're both working all the time, I don't know how we'll wind up getting them all bonded.)

We are only a week and a half into this new normal. I'm trying to think of it as a new workout routine, where you get really sore and hate it at first, but then your body adjusts and it's all okay.

We will see!

Love, J

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