Monday, November 3, 2008

Kids don't feel schlumpy

You know how your mom always told you to make sure you looked presentable when you left the house? You probably scoffed, but she was right.

Take tonight for example. I took the kids for a quick after "school" haircut at Snip-its. I thought we were the last ones there and I felt a little bad for making the people stay late so I offered to pay up front so they could close out the register. The receptionist told me not to worry because the (big sports star's last name) family was coming in.

I thought I heard incorrectly, but in they walked, all blonde and beautiful. And suddenly, my mommy clogs and my huge oversize irish knit sweater were no longer doing it for me, fashion-wise. I did not look good.

But Mrs. Big star looked great. Her hair was perfect! She was dressed so nicely. And she was nice, too!

I felt like a schlump, but little guy was not insecure at all. This is why I admire kids. They have no inhibitions and they think they are the bomb. He overheard her little guy say he was six years old and my guy went right up to Mrs. Big star and told her that he was six, too. They got into a conversation about first grade vs. kindergarten.

Watching this, I forgot how schlumpy I looked. I often marvel at my son, and this is another time that he taught me a lesson. People are just people. Approach them that way, and they'll respond in kind. Another lesson my mom probably taught me and that I definitely did not heed.

When I told my husband about the encounter, he was excited too, but for a different reason. He just wanted to know if I asked her where she got her boobs done.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Big Week coming up--I'm excited!

I've got a big week coming up. It'll be the busiest week I've had since quitting in June. I've got an interview tomorrow, a conference for a potential consulting gig Tuesday and Wednesday, an article due Wednesday, another interview Thursday and a professional networking event that I'm hosting Thursday night.

I should be panicking about all this, but I'm not. I'm actually kind of thrilled. I got a haircut on Friday and I bought some new black pants and new shoes today--not because I really needed them, but because I wanted to feel professional and good about myself.

I've written about how staying at home—whether I’m working at home or no—isn’t good for my self-esteem. I’ve come to realize that I'm the kind of person who needs not just to work but to go to work.

I’m really looking forward to this week, kind of like I looked forward to business trips. I’ve been a bit restless for a while and I am feeling the pull of work.

But I think that I’m excited because this is a novelty for me. It’s different. If I had to get up and get ready to go to an office every day, day after day after day, I’m pretty sure it’d get old quickly.

So I’m going to enjoy my busy week and I bet I’ll enjoy my Friday “off” and my less busy week next week a lot more.