I just read in SF Magazine that "Mommy Blogs" are an actual thing that, I suppose, I'm a part of. They also said they were the most narcissistic of all the blogs. Hmph. Well I guess it's true, you can't really brag about yourself so much, but you somehow feel it's open season for bragging about your child, and it's probably pretty annoying to the outside world. I hope I don't end up like my mom; she bragged to a waiter that I went to Georgetown, when we were actually in a restaurant in Georgetown and most college age kids actually did attend the school. Of course, I think it was less bragging on her part and more trying to score me a date, she was always good at that. :) Anyway, I hope you see my blog as less egotistical and more informative on my (and Audrey's) life. If you don't, well, stop reading!!
Yes, two entries in one day, it really is amazing. There isn't anything on TV and it's too late to read my homework, and I'm desperately trying to stay busy so I won't dash out to Walgreens and buy some Dibs. I'm trying to lose the weight I put on with reckless abandon the past year. I performed the experiment "which of my pre-prego pants actually fit me" the other day, and it's an abysmal 3 out of 10 pair. And we don't have any money to go shopping, so I need to get serious about this waist trimming down thing or I will return to work pantsless, which will surely get me fired. This whole wardrobe limited by my girth is exacerbated by the fact that I've watched Stacey and Clinton far too much (on What Not to Wear on TLC, get with it!), therefore I feel the need to follow all the rules and dress smart when I go back to work. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have, right? Well, even the job I have I haven't been dressing for, my official title is "Manager of Strategic Projects." That should require at least nice khaki's and blouses, right? No more trying to scrape by with jeans and sketchers that are really tennis shoes made out of black pleather. Oh, the dilemmas one faces when one wants to ascend to the upper executive echelons of the ice cream dynasty that is Dreyer's. Ugh, now I'm thinking about Dibs again...
