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[09 Nov 2014|06:31pm]
Tonight, Sappho became the biggest contributor (after my dad) to the "let's send Suzie and Ben to Europe!" fund.

I love you, Sappho.

She's in better hands now. But dammit I'm'a miss that car.
Such happy memories, we traveled so well together. All over the place.
With Sappho I felt free. Two aging hippies, we burned incense and listened to Neil Young.
Window down, I AM LOVED sticker, University of Denver, and don't forget the license plate holder:
In the Redwoods: San Lorenzo Valley
from the time I took Sappho up the 1, SD to SF, with Kaitlin and Mark
and Jesus was our savior.

I thought I would drive her into the ground.

But instead, on her deathbed, she gave me a parting gift.
After a $275 tune-up, we decided to sell.
I sold her for $1000.
After the $275, that leaves $725. All our European sleeps.
Sappho, you have always nurtured my adventurous spirit.
Sappho, you have taken me all over the country.
Then, when you become too costly for me to keep up with,
you give me a parting gift:
Enadia, you're not too old.
I know you're trading me in for the mommy car.
But that's not all you are.
I know that you will always stay free.
Nothing will stop you.
So here, Enadia, my companion in travels,
you have a new travel companion now, Ben,
so go traverse the world with him.
Go be free!
Go to another continent and run around
I'll take care of you.

Sappho, my dear friend.
I'm missing yoga right now, I just realized.
Sappho, my darling girl.

So much more than a car to me.
You believe in me.
You know my adventurous spirit
and it's still there, gdammit.
I'm still an adventurer.
I will shun the 9-5.
I am too alive!
Too wild and free
yes I have a baby
yes I am a good mom
but there's more to me than that
I will not forget poetry!
Sappho, you who took me to and from Poetry School.




Sappho, fare thee well!

Sappho, I shall learn and grow
and be inspired and write poems
I am ENADIA the dirty happy road poet!

I am ENADIA the poor young vibrant skirt swaying pencil wielding youth

I am vibrant and alive
I am in California
I am ecstatic
I travel
I will stop comparing myself so much to others
It's been a joyous ride we shared together
I had a life before you
I'll have one now as well
Our paths crossed and I'm so thankful
Thank you for all the times you took me to Deer Park
Thank you for to and from the hospital for Vera's birth
Thank you for the drives along the coast
Thank you for Bob Dylan when I was feeling trapped
Thank you for your music
for just knowing
for syncing with me

I make myself FREE
I make myself HAPPY

Go be free and happy!
Go be a poet!
Love your Ben and baby
and see the gorgeous effing sprawling Earth!
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An anonymous letter from a bisexual daughter-in-law to her homophobic father-in-law [08 Nov 2014|09:33am]
Background: I made a post about how Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan, and Tennessee will be upholding their marriage inequality bans, and that we need to fight for marriage equality in this country. Father-in-law, the only commenter, said, Sorry to dissent, but when I read this, I thought, Amen, only 46 states to go!

I've been dealing with people like you since I was 15. I was a devout Catholic girl. I hated myself.
I realized that I like girls.
It was hard, but I found the courage to love and accept myself. I had good friends who supported me. I started my first serious relationship with a girl when I was 16. We dated off-and-on for nigh seven years. In high school, I was taunted as a fag in the hallways. It cut me. I cut myself. But then I owned it. I called myself fag girl, a fag girl who likes to sleep with me. I've learned to love myself. I was lucky to be able to move to Chicago at age 18, where suddenly I wasn't such a freak. I was lucky to be able to move to California at 24, where no one bats an eyelash at queer. But there are people in these states who are stuck there, who live in small towns with no way out. And they hate themselves. And they lie to themselves. And they lie to the people around them. They don't feel loved. They don't feel confident in themselves. They feel scared. They feel small. But they are NOT small. They are NOT lesser than anybody else. I LOVE them. I feel for them. I LOVE that they love who they love. If you're not hurting anyone, who cares? I was one of them, a scared sad fag girl in Illinois, but I fought hard for my rights and I took opportunities to make my world better. I will fight for them. I will fight these people because a lot of them don't know where to start. I will make my country a place where LOVE is LOVE is BEAUTIFUL and openness is everywhere. Where happiness can permeate, because only when we feel safe and secure can we truly thrive. I want these people to love themselves and thrive. Being gay should only be such a small part of your life, but to some people it consumes them. Being gay isn't a bad thing; hating gays is. They aren't inherently negative or bad. They're having negativity and fear foisted upon them.
Yes, I've been dealing with people like you a long time. You aren't very nice. You're heart's not as open as it needs to be. And I know that stems from a kind of fear, too. Maybe you don't fully love and accept your own self. Open up your heart. Love everyone, love the gays. Find the room in your heart for it, I know that it's there. My brother is gay. I'm bisexual. I married your son, but you know what, he's bisexual too. And we have a beautiful daughter, but if she likes girls I won't even think twice about it. I'll tease her for having a little crush, not belittle her for liking a girl.
Queers are everywhere. You can keep marriage laws inequal, but that doesn't mean they're not in your state. They live in your town. They go to your Church. And they're dishonest with you and with themselves because they're afraid, and their fears are justified. Gays have been killed for being gay. Hate crimes are real. Don't make them feel afraid. Tell them it's okay and you love them.

Benjamin is such a f*cker downer. My God you're your father's son.

Yes we're going on our honeymoon. Yes it costs money. Yes the money's tight right now.
But you know what we'll get through it. So shut up and enjoy it.

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This week at the office has just been brutal. [23 Oct 2014|10:49pm]
Find a staffing agency in San Diego. Get a PT job that pays better.

In the meantime, SLEEP.


PS Getting married costs a small fortune. Wow.
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moving to SD [21 Oct 2014|09:39pm]
Because poets. Because sunshine. Because flowers all year-round. Because family. Because the city. Because why not? Because openness. Because warmth. Because
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Is this a thing that gets to happen? [20 Oct 2014|11:20pm]
Is this a thing that gets to happen to me?

We've booked our tickets.
Not sure how we're paying for the sleeps,
for the eats.
Flights have set us back... 2600, I think, all around.
That's what we got in gifts.

We'll make the sleeps, eats happen.

He's taking me on my European honeymoon.

Rome and Barcelona.

Could it be any more romantic?

Lately, he's kinda been a dick.

But I get that he's stressed.

Yesterday in San Diego was lovely.

We're moving to San Diego, mutha kissahs!

The countdown is on! 7 weeks to freedom!

Kathleen's been... not a real good boss lately.

So we'll pack up ship out try over again.

And be home in time for baby's first Christmas
in Chicago. With a real tree. It's happening.

I love that tiny Vera. Maybe Heather could take her for a day?

We're married, and it feels the same.

In my dream last night my dad made Ben buy me a wedding ring.
Should I get one just for show?

Should I legally change my name?

When I take my honeymoon, I want to write and write and write
and fuck and fuck and fuck

fuck like we used to fuck
back when we used to love to fuck
back when we'd fuck every chance we got
because the fucking was so fucking good

Wasn't that why I married the man?
We didn't have sex on our one-week weekend.
Why not?

Having a daughter is exhausting.

Europe doesn't seem real yet.
We need backpacks.

We dream bigger. We live larger.
There's money out there, it comes and goes, we'll get what we need.
We'll slash others' tires. We'll sleep where we're able.
We are stable.
We love.
We are thriving.
And it's only beginning.

I need to sleep now.

Ok... sleep!

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on having recently gotten married, and the future that follows it [18 Oct 2014|12:28am]
Dude, some day I'm gonna be 6 feet underground.

Can I stop worrying about the money so much?

It comes. It goes. Ebbs, flows.

All will be ... revealed!

San Diego's got my seal ... of approval? Of the Artic
Sea here sea here


We're planning a honeymoon
cuz the wedding's been survived
we're pushing forward
full speed into hyperdrive
we're remembering
what words are
when we are

We're pushing it further
push it past the restraints
Look me in the eye.
you don't scare me

bc I'm full of love
and knowledge
and this girl she gets by

she's a lovedgirl dammit
sending thank yous to the whole widebloodymessaworld out there
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[10 Oct 2014|04:44am]
I am actually and honestly petrified of marriage.
I am terrified of getting married.

I love Ben.
Is it because I don't think Ben is perfect for me?

It is because my own parents' marriage has been so dysfunctional?

I fear losing my freedom.

I tell myself, I'm gaining a partner for this crazy cosmic journey through life.
But Ben's so boring. So awkward.

All the great adventures we've had, what if that was me? Me, putting things in motion, his smile just a reflection of my own? Does he make me ecstatic? Does he plan jubilations for us?

But he is a wonderful partner. Treats me so well, loves Vera.
We honestly love one another.

I'm just scared.
So so so so scared.

Am I scared because this means I'm growing up?
Even moreso than having a baby, I think this makes me an adult.

Means a certain part of my life (that I've really really loved) is over.

Means I'll never kiss anyone else ever again. And I love kissing people!
But it's true, there's no one else I would want to have sex with but Ben.
But what if that were to change? Forever is a really long time. The longest.

I think this is helping. I passed out from sheer exhaustion at 11.
After such a long day yesterday. Planning this wedding's been nightmarish.

But then I woke up out of my sleep with heartburn at 3.

It's 4:30 now. I can't sleep. Heartburn, nausea.
I tell myself, I need to sleep. Sleep while Vera sleeps.
Still so much packing and planning left to do.
Impossible to do it when she's awake.
Impossible to sleep when she's awake.
I need to sleep now, sleep hard and fast.
But here I am, venting my soul out onto a computer screen.

It is nice too though, in a way, this is the last me-time
I'll get for a while. Tomorrow the flight home,
the next few nights with others. Sunday night
will be my wedding night. We're staying at the Hyatt
Regency in Chicago. We're FINALLY
OMG it is like losing our virginity
going to get to have SEX again

Life has been way too chaotic lately.
And then not too far off, our honeymoon.
We're taking one!
Booking tickets once the gifts amount to $1000.
$1000, can you even fathom it? In gifts.
That's a sweet lil chunk of change!
Where are we at, now?

Ummmm we're at $900 already!!!
Whaaaa??? YAY!!

OMG We need a vacation like I have never in my life needed a vacation.
Dear God I feel no remorse for going to Europe.
For spending the money (when we're so broke really) on going to Europe.
This past year (or more) has been so hard.
But it's also brought Ben and I closer together.

Think of this long weekend with mnd babysitting Vera as a trial run.
How will they do for 10-14 days with her in December?

OMG I love my baby.
I love my whole family.
Really, I do.

Then in December we'll move on down
to San Diego.

My office threw me a surprise bridal shower today.
It helped boost my morale.

Especially after missing my massage yesterday
and then I missed yoga tonight.

Maybe I can go to yoga this morning?

My mind is too chattery.
Ben is wonderful for me.
He's stable, grounded.
He's like the stake in the ground
that lets this Suziekite soar
without getting hopelessly lost
in the clouds.
I love him.
I love us.
I love our family.
We are really a family.

All right, there are actually 4 possible yoga options this morning
before we leave to catch the plane.
Would that serve me better than time packing?

All right then loosey goose. I'm'a try'n sleep again.
Maybe on the couch.
I still feel all stomach acidy uncomfortable
on the insides
but whatcha gunna do?
If it gets too bad I'll have a peppermint tea.
(The things you learn during your pregnancy.)

I'll be a beautiful bride.
Ceremony will be perfect.
Odds of rain are letting up!

A wonderful meal
good music
of good people together
feeling no guilt
for who's there and not there
it's a celebration dammit
the invites have been sent
and received and planned
and it's all good.
Everything is as it should be.
Everything works out how it's supposed to.
Put it in God's hands.
You want to make God laugh?
Tell Him your plans.

For now, you're a sweet little Enadia girl
growing up
I know you hate to hear it
a sweet Enadia girl
growing into a smart fun outgoing
Enadia woman
and I'm proud of you
and you can do this
and this will help you shine
brighter than you thought you ever could
you don't even know
all the beauty that's in store.

No one's ever loved you more.
So don't be afraid.
Roll with it.
It's like a wave.
You have to dive in
or you'll get knocked over.
Be bolder.
to life and its experiences
you're making a little spider web
of being alive
gathering up little hopes
and placing there here and there
and Vera loves you
so much for being you
and always will
and everything
is restored
to its natural order

now sleep
little love
while it's possible
you'll need it
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Get me the feck out of Orange County. [13 Sep 2014|08:46am]
I hate Orange County. I hate money. I hate how much everything matters.
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mutterings before bed; thinking of new book [10 Sep 2014|09:46pm]
I'm getting caught in the rain.
I'm nesting.
I'm moving.
The boss doesn't know.
How to sing
out of tune.
The CEO came
and he took jobs away.
He's angry and unfeeling
somehow concurrently.
Milk lines
run the length
of my body
from armpits
to groin
in a parallel
pair. They are there.
Right now,
they are useless.
I've thought a lot
about my breasts
my whole life
but never of my milk
until half a year ago.
I made milk
and gave milk,
nourished her
and helped her grow
on milk my body
knew how to make.
We don't just have milk ducts
in the breasts,
we are mammals
we have milk lines
that run the length
of our torsos.
Other mammals
have lines of nipples
to feed a litter of young.
We've developed
to birth just one.
With an enormous brain.
Who suckles every
couple hours.
Some women have a second
nipple, somewhere along
the line. Sometimes it
even lactates. Something
under the skin
we're not aware of,
would not know was there,
we develop in week seven
in the womb.
Men have milk lines too.
In most cases they stop
at the groin, but in some
have been known to go
to the feet.
have extra nipples.
I'm not a polythetliac
but I've never had breasts,
not much anyway,
and for a long time I hated it,
then I owned it,
then in grad school started
actually wearing a bra
and after grad school had a baby.
My connection
with my breasts is
always changing.
Now, having weaned
(too soon, thanks
corporate America)
they feel different again--
softer, floppy,
maybe they're tired.
But now I should
rest; I never get enough
rest. Four and a half
weeks until the wedding.
Twelve more weeks
at this job (we'll see).
I'm getting into a
rhythm, though. It's starting
to feel okay, like I am capable.
I'm also, now, considering
going for my PMP certification
and switching career fields
from publishing to project
management. I like project
management. And I like books,
but books don't pay the grown-up bills.
And I can't grow up to be
Kathleen. We both know that.
After I leave
the company, I hope
we can be friends.
She's a good person.
And, even knowing
the company's shady
acctg, I might ask
to work PT, remotely.
is still not what I'm worth,
but it'd come in handy.
But now,
sweet Enadia,
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[07 Sep 2014|12:03am]
I'll admit it. I'm addicted to technology. How did this happen?
I'm so sedentary, and I hate it.
I never DO anything.
I probably spend 90% of my waking hours staring at a screen. At work, on the computer. Home, on the computer. Attached to my smart phone. Ughhh f that noise. I want to WRITE POEMS. I want to PRACTICE YOGA. GO FOR A HIKE.
Maybe it's because my time is no longer my own. So instead of being able to commit to any Suzie-centric activity, I can only steal noncommital snatches of time, so--
But even now. She's sleeping. It's Saturday night. Why in the hell am I on the computer? I'm only 28 years old. Do I really have NO friends here? No one I could have gone out with tonight. I HATE ORANGE COUNTY.
And it sucks because I don't REALLY hate Orange County. Our neighbors are really sweet. I admit I'll miss my job. But it's BORING, and PEOPLE MATTER. People matter extensively.
People in SD:
Hank and Summer and their family
M&S and their family

People in Chi:
dan (moving to CO)
sarah s
ben's family (closer)
ben's missy eric neil etc
What other lifers are around?
banana bite
No one with families, really.

Ok I gotta go. Computer's dying. I think it's a sign.
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I don't feel sexy. [26 Aug 2014|10:03pm]
Happiness comes from awareness of the body.

ie jogging, or meditation; sex
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to do [23 Aug 2014|10:34am]
meditate more
do more yoga

also, send a shout out to the sangha asking them to keep an eye out for 2bdrooms in the 1400 dollar range, i know it's three months off but better to raise awareness sooner than later. darling young happy buddhist family. also i will need a north county job, but that should come easier.

this job is quashing the thing i value most in myself, my positivity. talk to kathleen and be frank with her. youve got nothing to lose, snowshine. just shine more brightly than before. tell her youre feeling over stressed, shes asking for more but not to sound like a bratty teenager, whats the incentive? i have nothing to lose. it's an unspoken internship. i make 11 dollars an hour. theyre creating a rotating door position. also, is it just coincidence that jessi gets let go once she annonces that shes trying to get pregnant? between that and ks's nasty comments "mat leave is just a long vacation. you gone means more work for me. wah wah wah" (that sound like a kathleen problem, not an enadia problem.) i'm lucky because "when ya got nuthin ya got, nuthin to lose"

"sometimes it gits
so hahrd tah care
it caint be this way

joanna is here and yesterday was great!! i was not even too tired, had two coffees, at one point double fisting with a coffee in my hand and a cardamom three twins ice cream cone in the other.

all of the love, shining bright and eternal,
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gripes 'n' dipes [04 Aug 2014|10:09pm]
I wish I had married somebody educated, or at least adventurous.

Building an AdventureTime Minecraft? Umm dude you're 31. Get a life.

You live in SoCal. You have no excuse for this kind of lame ass behavior.

I know you grew up a misfit kid in rural ass America, and the virtual realm was your escape.

But grow up. Face real life. It's out there, and you're missing it.

You're too comfortable.


In other non-annoyed-with-Ben news, I got a job offer today.
Part time, tutor at City College, and I can work my way up to professor.
I'd give myself one, two semesters max. Professor Enadia. How does it sound?
The question now is, do we fork over lots 'o green and go now?
Or do I slowly suffocate and die from my own life and we go in December?

Kathleen and Shelley didn't think I would be back.
Why was I?

Why didn't we move when she was two months?
Because she was two months.

Ok that's all.

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It's unfair. [03 Aug 2014|10:42pm]
Why should I have go through 40 weeks of pain and misery, only to have my husband get to stay home and enjoy the baby and me go through crippling separation anxiety working a stressful job away from my baby all week?
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So, my life right now is pretty much in shambles. [13 Jul 2014|08:39pm]
I mean, things are okay. But not much better than that, and everything is up in the air.

I just got a note from KS confirming that I'll be back to work on Wednesday (do you think I'm THAT flaky?), and saying that I need a dr's note that I'm cleared to return to work. (Wtf? My note said that I would be off for a certain time period. Now I need a new note? How am I supposed to get a dr appt that soon AND how am I supposed to afford that nonsense? This is just more of HR's BS. Why do they want me to suffer? This company is so effed. HR is effed. Acctg is effed. AR hasn't gotten paid for her freelancing. It's overdue and she needs it before she moves.) And, Ben just pointed out, didn't HR say they didn't WANT my dr's note before? That this was between "me and the State of California." It's BS.

Mark's dad died. Completely unexpectedly. And I'm 2000 miles away. I want to be with Mark. I've bawled the last two days on the phone with him. I miss him so much.

Ben's been on the computer ALL DAY today. But he did make soup for dinner.

Vera won't. stop. crying.

I miss sleep. Oh God how I miss sleep.



What are my priorities?
2. Ben
3. Everything else

Ok ok, I guess health, happiness, family, love, books.

Should we just move back to Chicago?
I moved out here because I hated Sara, and to get over Fyodor.
I no longer hate Sara, and I'm over F.

But the weather here is so nice. But I'm not around like-minded folk.
Will I be in SD?
Where do my friends live?

I want to live in Seattle.

But even I moved there (which I won't bc Ben can't handle clouds), I would be there for a year and think, "I miss California. I miss Chicago. What about the East Coast?"



Ok so the second shamble, after where to live.
How much to work: I daydream of going back to City, working 9-1 M-F, bringing home ~800/mo. We'd be closer to (or in) a city, closer to friends/family, job less stress, more time with baby, don't have to worry about Ben juggling her and work. I don't want this stupid high-stress 60-hr-a-wk job. F that nonsense. That's not me. Even this 40 hr/wk job is hard enough. And eff Orange County. We have a comfortable life here, but it's becoming increasingly less sustainable for a family of three on what we make. I'm going to ask for my job offer in writing and tell WF I want more $$. They won't give me a raise, but maybe they'll dig that they should pay their employees what they're worth, if that want them to stick around. I don't think I'd be happy being a totally stay at home mom. I could look into freelancing, but that's risky. But City would be such a step backwards in my career. Maybe I could keep up the publishing thing by volunteering with City Works Press or something, or even PI?

I think the problem is, I have no idea what I want. I can tell you one thing, though, come Dec. 5 (end of lease), we're leaving Orange County. Because eff this place, that's why. We're going somewhere with CHILD CARE. Because CHILD CARE is a serious necessity.

It's really too bad Chicago sucks so hard. Reasons: 1) Pollution. 2) No jobs. 3) POLAR VORTEX 4) Need I continue?

Ok Ok so I've been sick and complainerly, I'm dreading going back to the office in two days, but it is what it is, eff this "need a note" bullcarp. OMG look what happens to happy playful Enadia when she IS SICK HAS A BABY TO CARE FOR AND GETS NO SLEEP. This attitude. This is what happens.


I also have to plan my effing wedding! And Vera's baby blessing ceremony!


Ok that's all.

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[10 Jul 2014|06:22pm]
Can I just stop being a parent for like, three days? Just some time to SLEEP OH DEAR GOD SLEEP, run some errands, take care of myself... and then come back like nothing had happened?
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putting this here. also, ofotcn gives me chills. [10 Jul 2014|12:57am]
Whatever you're going through right now, it will work out. You've got smarts, creativity, and energy, and I've got faith in you. Love~love~love~
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neversleep (parenting) [30 Jun 2014|08:14am]
mom, the unsung hero of the household
up before the day breaks washing bottles to refill
for the fridge for her man while she's at work

God gave me two more weeks' maternity leave
and i'm taking them. it's your responsibility
to hire a temp who can get the work done,
not just your friends. i won't feel guilty.
the project manager goes
back to chicago, and she's underpaid
so it's ok. and her dad helps with the airfare
because the hospital bills are staggering,
and right now there's a baby sleepy
who after eating awoke in bassinet screaming
when mom tried to lie down for a little more sleep
but instead went to calm the baby

and i held her
closely to me
chest to chest

in the rockingchair,
and i smelled her hair.
it smelt like new baby
and mother's milk.

her breathing slowed
to a steady in--
out-- and her felt her warmth
felt the steady slowness
of a love i had so long
longed for
without knowing
what it would be like.
some primal part of me

i love my daughter.
i might be starting to understand
how to be a mom.

we're going to chicago,
leave tomorrow.
get back sunday
and the next day
a job interview in san diego.
i think they must really like me
to have rescheduled me twice.
maybe this job will be all right.
i like my current job but we need
to get out of orange county, and we need
a two bedroom and can't afford it between us

i'll be back on the 16th, a wednesday.
kathleen will hate me.
everyone else will understand,

i wonder if it's the vanilla coconut milk
that made ben sick. i love him, deeply.
it's been two years (as of last saturday)
since that dizzying first kiss.
(it's a sign of being in love.)

i can't wait to be in chicago again,
no big plans for this trip. just want
to see my brothers, and show them
vera, and introduce her to my friends
as well. and f the cassins, no offense.
i'll go there for a day, but where were
all of you when sara was so sick?

i have to leave in 4 minutes.
i'm nervous about this.
i didn't do the dinos.
what's going to happen to
nat geo? or penguin? or the other
projects i was working on?
it's just 2 weeks. they'll all be fine.

i can come back on the 15th.
but gd i love my baby.
such astonishing love
between me and my baby.

the sleepless kid
who's heading home tomorrow
and taking my baby on the plane
and my husband
and it's beautiful
to know love
so truly
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I might be getting a job in SD! [26 Jun 2014|04:41pm]
I might be getting a job in San Diego!

Starting salary is $42,500. I make $34,850 now. That's $8,650 more annually.
Benefits include a health PPO (blegh you know I prefer HMOs but w/e), dental, vision, and 401(k) with 4% match. (I get 5% match offered now but can only afford to do 3%.) There's also yoga on-site Wednesdays after work.

It will be a stressful job. About 4 months/year I'll be working 50-hour weeks. I HATE the idea of less time with Vera. BUT we'll be so much closer to friends and family! What an enormous relief that will be. We'll be closer to Deer Park! There will be a CITY. Mmm it sounds delicious. Annette said there's really a good chance I'll get it!

Meantime, I have Nat Geo praising my Angry Birds rescue. I also have a dr's appt tomorrow at 3:15 (blegh so late) in Newport (blegh so far) for postpartum depression. Bc seriously yo's today is the first day I have not cried in way too long. (Why is that? Is it bc I haven't done any work this afternoon? Is it bc I'm relieved at the possibility of moving?)

Should I tell KS I'm looking? The new boss said I should, just to give her a heads up. It's fine; they would just hire Diane. But for such piddly salary? She might be better off just freelancing. I think I should go with my gut and wait to see if I get a job offer. Then (you know I really do like my current job, all things considered) should I ask them for a raise at WF? See if they can match? But I doubt that they could. But it is valid, though. I'm underpaid for a project manager, and I have a family now, so my financial needs are greater.

Ok these are all thoughts. I am still technically on the clock at WF right now, though (it was nice of them to let me work half from home in June), so I should take a stab at these last three birdies.

All hope and optimism,
the lady Enadia
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Do you think I have postpartum depression? [25 Jun 2014|09:59pm]
Being a working mom is the hardest thing I've ever done. I love Vera intensely. So much so, when we're apart, every fiber of my being yearns for her. It's excruciating. I know I have to make $ and get insurance, but not a workday has passed in the last three weeks that I've been back that I haven't broken down once. Sometimes I even find myself crying in the car (not safe) or at my desk (not professional). Everything is overwhelming. I think I'm going to call my dr tomorrow about postpartum depression.
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