*falling asleep*
The first two weeks as a working woman has been as exhausting as I expected them to be. Changing routines with both myself and Zoë has been a bitch at times. But we're getting there!
Zoë has got a new "Big Girl's bed" that she adores but mostly because she can climb out of it when we have put her down. So she eventually usually ends up in her crib anyway. *lol* She'll get used to staying in there one day.
Today work was a little bit different. The company I work for (that consists of me and my boss!) shares offices with a couple of other firms. One of those is this multi media company with two guys that does anything from graphics work to websites and commercials. A regular mini Kinnetik. ;) Anyway - today they had a commercial to shoot. They had heard from my boss that I used to work as a make-up artist so they approached me very humbly (more so when they found out I'm on IMDb *LOL*) and asked if I would be interested in helping them out. I haven't worked in a while so I said Yes! It was great fun, but at the same time very tiering. And by the end of the day I actually felt good about my decision to leave that profession behind. As a one-shot from time to time it's still fun, but doing it for a living would probably kill my soul.
I do miss spending more time with Zoë though. And I feel as such a bad mom when I pick her up and she's one of the very last kids at day care - sometimes she's the very very last... - and she comes running towards me. But at the same time I know I'm not alone in feeling like this and she isn't the first kid to have long days at day care. I did too at her age. It's sort of strange to say it, but I'm in a way happy about not having a job for such a long time, because it gave me more time with her and she was able to have shorter days for longer amount of time than she would have had if I had a job.
Ok. End rant.
SUN!
Edit: On another note: check out bitchesofbritin's latest pic spam on Brian Kinney!
Zoë has got a new "Big Girl's bed" that she adores but mostly because she can climb out of it when we have put her down. So she eventually usually ends up in her crib anyway. *lol* She'll get used to staying in there one day.
Today work was a little bit different. The company I work for (that consists of me and my boss!) shares offices with a couple of other firms. One of those is this multi media company with two guys that does anything from graphics work to websites and commercials. A regular mini Kinnetik. ;) Anyway - today they had a commercial to shoot. They had heard from my boss that I used to work as a make-up artist so they approached me very humbly (more so when they found out I'm on IMDb *LOL*) and asked if I would be interested in helping them out. I haven't worked in a while so I said Yes! It was great fun, but at the same time very tiering. And by the end of the day I actually felt good about my decision to leave that profession behind. As a one-shot from time to time it's still fun, but doing it for a living would probably kill my soul.
I do miss spending more time with Zoë though. And I feel as such a bad mom when I pick her up and she's one of the very last kids at day care - sometimes she's the very very last... - and she comes running towards me. But at the same time I know I'm not alone in feeling like this and she isn't the first kid to have long days at day care. I did too at her age. It's sort of strange to say it, but I'm in a way happy about not having a job for such a long time, because it gave me more time with her and she was able to have shorter days for longer amount of time than she would have had if I had a job.
Ok. End rant.
SUN!
Edit: On another note: check out bitchesofbritin's latest pic spam on Brian Kinney!