Why I Heart Baseball

As you all know, I am outnumbered at home.  Three boys, and me.  (I guess there are two girls, if you count my dog, Couscous, but let's leave her out for the moment).

Coming from a family where there were two daughters, this is a new thing for me.  I was never one that was dead set on having a girl, but I have wondered:  Will I be sad when I don't have anyone to share a spa day with?  Someone to get go shopping with?

As my boys get older, I realize the answer is a resounding NO.

This weekend, my husband is taking Braden to a baseball game.  You know, a real guy thing. Someday soon, Casey will be able to accompany Braden and Daddy on these excursions.  And I will be left home ... alone.

Do you know how marvelous that is?

A day to myself?  To do whatever it is I want?  Yes, I'll take that.  A shopping and spa buddy is nice in theory.  But for now, what I yearn for is a bit of peace.  Quiet.  Alone time.  Wow, alone time.  I never thought it would be so enticing!

So, see, having all boys isn't so bad after all.  Now we just need to get our own master bathroom, and I'll be set.

Un-wined of the Week - "That Family"

Last night my husband got home from work early (aka, 5:30!).  We decided to take advantage of our vast evening hours and go out to dinner.  We went to Listrani's, a casual Italian restaurant that is pretty family friendly.

When we arrived we realized it was half price wine night.  Jackpot!  We ordered a bottle of:

Diseno Malbec 2009
Argentina

The normal restaurant selling price was $28.00, so we got it for the steal of $14.00 (which is probably more than you could purchase it for in a store anyway).

About a glass in, all hell seemed to break loose.  Casey started screaming.  Braden started whining and running around the restaurant.  We shushed, we scolded, we pleaded, we bribed. Nothing worked.  Pretty soon every other patron of the restaurant, including those who brought kids themselves, were giving us the stink eye.  We were definitely "that family."

We needed to get out of there, and quick.  We asked for the check and to go boxes.  Then we realized - there was still more than half of a bottle of wine left.  Sure, we were making a scene.  But leave wine in a bottle at a restaurant?  Never.  Ever.

My husband and I chugged down the remainder of the bottle in record time.  I tell you, people, we are classy.

We are lucky that the wine was actually easily chuggable.  It was medium bodied and acidic, but not overpowering.  It had a long finish to it, which was nice, given that our enjoyment of it was so brief.  It was dry and went well with our Italian food.  I have to say,  Malbec is quickly becoming my new Pinot.  I haven't had too many that I don't like.

Overall rating: 8/10

(*Author shout out - I want to welcome my nephew to the world, Mason Elias, born earlier this morning.  I can't wait to meet you, and have a long overdue glass of wine with your mommy!*)

Watch Out World - I'm (Almost) Off My Meds!

Last week, Casey turned 9 months old.  Each month birthday is documented by a picture of Casey holding a sign ("I'm 9 months old today!"), an entry in the baby book, and the checking off of various milestones.  But it also is a darker anniversary for me.  With each month, I think - "It was [9] months ago that I almost lost my mind."

As I've mentioned on this blog before, I had a serious bout of post partum depression with Casey. Serious in that it came on fast and strong.

The pregnancy had been uneventful, and the delivery surprisingly easy and fast.  I checked into the hospital at 3am on October 20th, and Casey was born by 8:50am.  I was up and walking around a couple of hours later.  He was perfect.  During those days in the hospital, I was a little weepy and very sleep deprived, but nothing out of the ordinary.  I had done this before, and I remembered the "baby blues" that pretty much everyone experiences those first few days or weeks.

When I arrived home, things quickly took a downward spiral.  Braden was very upset at the arrival of his new baby brother, and I remember coming home and holding him as he cried, and crying myself.  Not tears of joy, sleeplessness, or frustration - scary, sad tears.  I didn't know why.  That night, my mom stayed over ready to take on overnight baby duty, and I showered and got in bed at 9pm, ready to get a few precious hours before feeding time.  The next feed came, and I hadn't yet fallen asleep.  This pattern continued all night.  By 9am the next morning, it was official - I had not gotten a wink of sleep.

Pic of the Week - A Postponed Anniversary in Tahiti

Almost five years ago, my husband and I honeymooned in Tahiti.  It was amazing, complete with one of those huts over the crystal clear water.  We promised ourselves that we would go back for our five year anniversary. 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

That is obviously not happening for so, so, so many reasons.  As we were laughing about it this morning, my husband suggested that perhaps we can go back after the kids are in college.  Ugh, how depressing!  So the next time I am in Tahiti I am going to be fat and wrinkly and post-menopausal?  I hope not.  My sights are set on our ten year anniversary. 

In the meantime, I can reflect on the memories.  How beautiful is this? 

The Dust Starts to Settle

It dawned on me the other day that my life is finally calming down a bit.  It's been a crazy year.

A year ago today, I was 6 months pregnant living in our basement while our kitchen was being renovated (a nightmare, nightmare, nightmare).    Once our upstairs was ours again, Braden turned 2 and started preschool.  A month later, I had Casey.  I went a bit crazy.  Braden went a bit crazy.  My husband stayed fairly sane, but his workload didn't.  Sleep deprivation hit big time.  My meds kicked in.   We spent two nights at Children's Hospital when Casey spiked a fever (he was fine).  The holidays came, with lots of fun and family time, but were followed by a lot of cold and dark days.  The anxiety of my impending return to work festered.  I decided to quit.  I quit.  I adjusted.  I blogged.

Somewhere in there, Casey started sleeping through the night.  Braden got used to his new sibling.  Spring came.  The weather got nice and the sun stayed out longer.  My husband's workload normalized a bit.  The case I worked on for 3 years at Dickstein settled.  Life went on without me there.  I started getting more used to life at home.  After living for a year on adrenaline, and anticipating the next big shake up, things are settling down.  Normal life is starting to creep in.  In so many ways, it is refreshing.  In other ways, it leaves me feeling empty.

Part Time Job Opportunity

Since becoming a stay at home mom, I have often wished that I could find the perfect part time job. Something where I could work flexible hours, work from home, keep my legal skills sharp, and actually make some decent money.  Unsurprisingly, I have not found this dream job.  I had assumed it did not exist.

Well, it does.  An attorney from Becker Legal Group LLC contacted me last week to see if I knew of anyone who would be interested in such a part time position.  He is looking for someone with a corporate law background (otherwise I would have swept it up myself and not shared it on here!). So, to all you former corporate lawyer stay at home moms out there, this is my weekend gift to you. If you are interested, the description and relevant contact information are below.

Also, if anyone else knows of any job opportunities that would suit a lawyer turned stay at home mom, please send them my way.  I have just started a new page for job listings.

Part-time Corporate Law Associate

We are a small NYC corporate boutique focused on corporate formations, VC/equity financings, general corporate (minutes, option plans, employment agreements, etc.), M&A, licensing transactions, fund formations, joint ventures and strategic transactions. We currently are seeking a P/T flexible schedule corporate associate to assist us on an ongoing basis with respect to drafting and negotiating contracts and agreements. The vast majority of work associated with this position could be done on a telecommuting basis. Flexibility of work schedule and hours makes this position ideal for stay at home parent looking for intellectual challenge and extra income. Ideal candidate should preferably have 3-4 years of solid transactional/drafting experience. Excellent drafting skills are required, including experience drafting purchase agreements, licensing agreements, equity financing documents and similar contracts. Please submit resume, cover letter and ideal average number of hours per week/month. All submissions should be made via email at employment@beckerlg.com.

**The potential employers listed on this site are in no way affiliated with But I Do Have a Law Degree or its author and we make no representations about the listings or their content.**

Un-wined of the Week - Bachelor Style

It's hot in DC.  REALLY REALLY HOT.  So a white wine was definitely in order last night.

This week's wine is:

Firestone Sauvignon Blanc
Santa Ynez Valley 2009

For those Bachelor/Bachelorette fans out there, does this wine sound familiar?  That's right, it's the wine of the infamous Andrew Firestone, who was the Bachelor back in 2003.  Remember, he chose Jen Schefft, and then they broke up a few months later?  Which was hugely surprising (please note a hint of sarcasm here).  In any event, it has been 8 years, but I never forget a Bachelor.  This review is dedicated to Andrew and his long lost love, Jen (who went on to star as the Bachelorette and also came out empty handed).

This wine was refreshing and crisp.  A bit fruity, with a hint of oak, which I usually don't like, but it seemed to work well here.  It would be good with seafood.  We had it with pretzels.  My only complaint is it a bit acidic for my taste, but not too much ruin it for me.  At $11.99, it is a good buy.

Overall rating: 7/10

*Author's note - Keeping with the theme of reality star wines, has anyone been able to try the Ramona Pinot Grigio?  If so, let me know how it is!  Or better yet, send it to me!

Friends and Colleagues

When I decided to leave my job and stay at home, one of my first concerns was that I had no friends.

Maybe I should rephrase.  Yes, I did have friends.  Lots of them - just not in DC.  They are primarily scattered amongst Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and London, and derive from high school, college, and grad school.   Despite the distance, I am forever bonded to these friends through so many shared experiences: the trauma of leaving home and going to college, the stress of breakups, the joy of falling in love, the dilemma of choosing a career, more inside jokes than I can count,  and lots of cheap beer.  They are true lifelong friends.  So no need to feel too sorry for me.

With my friends across state lines, most of my socialization prior to leaving my job was with work colleagues.  There were work happy hours, work holiday parties, and the occasional dinner gathering.  And even if these weren't necessarily the people I would have been friends with in a college setting, we were also bonded by shared experiences:  the trauma of leaving our youth behind, the stress of long hours, the joys of a case settling, the dilemma of whether to leave a demanding career, lots of inside jokes (usually concerning annoying clients and/or asshole partners), and lots of free alcoholic beverages.

When I was still working and would daydream about staying at home, an overwhelming anxiety surrounded how exactly I would spend my time.  When I was working part time, I had two days at home with Braden, and even then, the days would get long.  I did have a few mom friends I had met through a new mom's group, and we would get together every other Friday.  But those moms worked 4 days a week.  With a potential five days a week at home, every single week, every other Friday wasn't going to cut it.

Pic of the Week - A Special Cup of Coffee

This morning, as I was drinking my coffee, Braden asked if he could smell it.  (It's french vanilla decaf and smells pretty yummy).  I obliged, and lowered my cup of coffee so he could stick his face over it and get the scent.

As he did, I watched a small stream of drool fall out of his mouth and into the coffee.

When he was done, I raised the cup of coffee back to my lips and continued drinking.  I never gave it a second thought.  Until now.  I guess that's pretty gross.

This is what it means to be a mother.

92

That will be the lowest temperature this week.  Gotta love DC.

I've written before that Mondays are daunting, but this Monday is especially daunting.  Braden is in between summer camps, so no designated morning activities for him.  My husband has a summer associate event tomorrow night that he claims he absolutely must attend (poor, poor thing), and then will be in New York for work starting Wednesday.

And it is going to be 92+ degrees EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Long mornings, long evenings, and it will be too %^%$#ing hot to do anything outside.

On weeks like this week, my one solace is the mornings - between 7:45 and 8:30.  That is when my husband has morning duty with the kids.  I have encouraged this, because it could be his only time with the kids all day.  Never mind the fact that it means I get to sit in bed for these 45 minutes, and doze a bit, watch the Today show, or play on my laptop.  That's just a perk.