True story. Way back in the day, when I had my first full time job in Israel, and I was a part time student, living in a raggedy apartment with great friends… this is what I had to come home to.
And now… you can’t possibly beat now.
Week 25: 5PM
5pm, circa 2008 BC (before children).
Happy March! Since it’s been quiet around here, I’ve provided a few quick facts:
- Fifty-Two Frames isn’t the only thing going on in my life, but I have felt uncharacteristically quiet for a long while now.
- I haven’t been working since beginning of February. More on that another time.
- Sometime in the next few weeks we plan to get a baby out of me. Pretty much as ready as.
- I miss running! It’s the season and every time I see a Tzur Hadassian making their rounds, I really miss it. I’d like to do the Tel Aviv and Jerusalem half marathons in 2015.
There. I hope that unblocks things a bit.
I love coming home from work and unwinding with Koala for a few minutes. Or half an hour. Or hour. However it ends up any particular day.
Today we played with trains. Unfortunately, Koala has a parent with a short attention span, which I suppose might be a genetic misfortune.
So after the train was wound up to make another round, I got up and wandered over to see what work emails I had to respond to.
Next thing I know I look down and Koala is holding my leg, looking up at me, and saying:
“Mama! Bo! More.”
Sorry work, but the trains win.
I’m scheduled to take a quickie business trip to New York this week – sans bebe and not pregnant, which makes it the first time that’s happened in two years. Fun fact: I’ve taken 5 of those kinds of trips to the States since summer of 2008.
Here is a list I compiled of all the things you can hope to do when you travel alone:
- You can use the hand scanner at passport control in Ben Gurion.
- You can at least hope for a quiet flight.
- You can have a window seat.
- You can take drugs to sleep on the plane.
- You can pack light.
- You don’t have to consider car seats when thinking about how you’re getting to your destination from the airport.
- You can stay by BFFs in the city.
- You can drink at conference parties.
- You can manage your jet lag on your own terms.
Now all I have to hope is that this fever and stomach bug I somehow managed to contract disappears before my flight.
Q: What’s it like being back at the office?
A: I feel like a freshman in high school.
Everything is new; it’s still school like middle school was, but it’s bigger and more complicated. And there’s more home-work.
And I’m tired all the time from waking up at 6 am to get everyone out the door in time to ride the traffic and get into my office.
Sometimes I wonder how the seniors will think of me. Did I miss drool on my shoulder? Did I get milk everywhere?
Were they better at it than me when they were freshmen?
How fast can I get lunch down my throat so I have time to catch up on overdue assignments?
I miss my baby; he’s having fun with another girl and I have to try not to think about it while reading stats or writing documents.
And it’s all so new and overwhelming; I know yawning during meetings isn’t nice; but it’s not you, teacher, it’s me.
And as weird as this sounds, expressing milk locked up in my office, with occasional door-knocking – I feel like an awkward teenager trying to work out a tampon in the bathroom stall while the cool girls are standing by the mirror putting on lipstick.
Did I forget to pack all my textbooks… milk… to take home? Nope, gotta turn back and get the rest of my stuff. Now I’m late and my ride won’t be pleased.