That's going to be changing here in a few weeks when I go back to work full time, starting off with going to Internet Librarian and then the following week, the California Library Association conferences. I'm speaking at both, which means that I need to start digging through my closet for a Professional Outfit. I've been wearing yoga pants and maternity jeans almost exclusively for the past 7-8 months.
I did have fun Me Time on Saturday when I went to the mall by myself and bought new non-elasticated jeans.
Is this seriously what my life is? Getting excited by going to the mall by myself?
The other thing that has me really excited is the new Bridget Jones book that came out today. It appeared on my kindle when I turned it on this morning; and when I started reading it, I was suddenly 24 again, riding the Northern Line to work, exhausted (and possibly hung over). For about three weeks I picked up smoking, and being a nonsmoker I didn't know what brand to get, so I bought Silk Cut because that's the kind Bridget smoked. Like Bridget I obsessively logged units of alcohol logged, and carbohydrates consumed.
Like Bridget I was a klutz (I regularly came dangerously close to getting caught in escalators) and would make overly-dramatic gestures (I was nursing a broken heart, and one of my favorite things was to walk along Old Compton Street in Soho in the rain, hugging my chest, feeling the rain on my face and then standing outside Patisserie Valerie's where I had once eaten quiche with the boy who caused the aforementioned broken heart, looking in through the wet glass at all the happy people eating cake, and thinking that I really would be perfect in a Dido video).
So it's weird reading an older Bridget, who is still a lovable klutzy narcissist, and wondering where the past 13 years have gone. I feel old. I blame hormones (I blame most things on hormones these days). But I don't like it. I'm looking forward to getting back out into the world, having a reason to wear makeup and nice clothes, and exercising with regularity again.
But to end on a happy note; Babygirl and I went to the lake yesterday, just the two of us, and for the first time it didn't end in wailing. She woke up midway through our walk, and quietly rode and made faces at me. A definite improvement over the last time I tried, a few weeks ago, when halfway through our walk she decided she needed to be held or else she'd scream bloody murder; so I wound up pushing the empty stroller with one hand and carrying her with the other the rest of the way. Maybe it's more confidence, or maybe it's me not caring as much as I did at first, but I'm becoming ok with her screaming. I don't like it, and I always try to soothe her, and hold her, but sometimes it seems like she just needs to scream, and really, there are times when I do too, and I didn't just go through the traumatic experience that she did. Even a week or so ago, I was held hostage at home because I was afraid that I'd set off her wailing when we went out. But I'm becoming more ok with it now. And I think that as I become ok with it, and become more confident taking her places, she'll be ok with it too, and maybe not wail so much.
Here's hoping. Because as much as I'm a homebody, I'm really not hip with spending this much time at home.