I’m starting a new feature on the blog – Throwback Thursday. I’ve been blogging since 2005 – that’s 56 years in blogging years. I started as a 24-year-old girl, a year into her new job (the same one I have eight years later), recovering from a recent break-up, renting a house with two girls and trying to figure out what life as an adult was all about.
It’s fun to look back and see how much I have changed – and how many things haven’t. Enjoy this post from August 25, 2005. (PS–The day before I had blogged about babysitting a screaming baby… a sign of what was to come, maybe?)
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I think I have a babysitting hangover. I woke up this morning and had to drag myself out of bed–I had lost all motivation for my day. All day I have felt stressed, grumpy and on edge, after enduring all that screaming last night. How do moms do it? I can’t imagine repeating that night after night after night. I don’t think I have it in me–I’m a babysitting whimp!
My dog is great though–he’s a bit on edge after sharing a house with the screaming baby last night, so I’ve had to show him extra attention. I think we’re both going to go to bed early and by the time we wake up, things will be easier, more relaxed. Dogs are so much easier than babies.
I have found one of the toughest things in life might be finding nude-colored open toed high heels at the end of August. I’m wearing a navy cocktail dress to my work event on Saturday night and have no shoes to go with it. I’ve looked in several stores, and there’s nothing in nude except the orthopedic grandma shoes. I wonder if anyone would notice?
Saturday will be my first black tie event to attend dateless since I took this job. At first I was excited at the opportunity to be a social butterfly, floating from table to table talking to community friends without worrying about entertaining my date. Now I’m thinking about how I will have to drive by myself to and from the event, walk up by myself… I’m not going to think about it. I’m a strong single woman and have no problem playing bingo in a dazzling navy dress by myself. This time if I win big I won’t have to split my prizes with anyone!
So me and my nude orthopedic shoes will have a fabulous time. Who needs men anyway?