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Did Franny or freelancing ruin my social life? Maybe both.

I’ve been freelancing for a year and for the most part I’ve absolutely loved it. It’s so nice not stressing about missing important client meetings because my kid is sick. And more importantly, it’s been fantastic having this time with my daughter. My only regret, it not quitting my job sooner… but the silver lining there is that I ended up being promoted to VP post maternity leave.

The biggest drawback to freelance, however, is not having co-workers. I’ve always known working was a social hub for me, but didn’t realize just how important those day-to-day relationships really were. Sure, I have absolutely amazing friends, but it’s not so easy to get together with them as it was pre-Franny.

I miss coffee dates with my office husband and lunch dates with work friends. I have two days a week where Franny goes to school and I try and make that time as productive as possible, between freelance work, errands and getting my house in order… I don’t make friendships a priority like I used to. I need to figure out a way to change that. And soon. Otherwise I might not have any friends left and will start thinking characters from “The Mindy Project” are real life pals.

Why the Comcast Tech Might be my Daytime Soulmate

I’m racing around the house trying to find a jacket, so Franny and I can get to the library in time for story hour when I hear someone ringing the doorbell.


All hell breaks loose. The pugs are barking and scratching at the front door in hopes of finding a pizza delivery on the other side of the door. Franny is screaming because, well, she’s a toddler and they don’t need reasons to scream. It’s just their job.

I finally get things settled down enough to open the door to find a Comcast tech who needs access to our backyard to fix connection issues for the neighborhood. I track down the key to the gate to let him in and he looks at me with the kindest eyes and says, “I think you’ve earned your morning drink with that chaos. What’s that saying, for every baby cry do a shot of whiskey?”

It took every ounce of self control not to grab a bottle of whiskey and do shots in the backyard with him. Had I not left Franny alone in the house with the pugs, I might have… but today isn’t the day to make sure the pugs make good nannies.

I laugh and thank him for encouraging motherhood inspired alcoholism. I walk back inside to make sure my lovable chaos is still intact.. and truthfully, to make sure I have whiskey for 5PM. I suspect I’m gonna need it.



My Daughter’s Stalker

Yes, my daughter who will be two next week has her first stalker, and I couldn’t be prouder! That’s how weird parenting is… you finding yourself prideful over the oddest things.

  • OMG my kid can drink out of a cup. Alert the media, I have a genius on my hands.
  • OMG my kid can say dog. She’s a future vet and will make me the future proudest Mama.
  • OMG my kid moved a stool to the sink to wash her hands. She’s clearly the most independent child alive.

Back to the stalker though, because how cool is that?! I’m gushing with pride.

Last week, I stopped to pick Franny up from school and she was still napping. I went to her classroom to wake her up and found a little boy sitting next to her cot watching her sleep. The little boy, an adorable oafish fella, always follows Franny around and constantly wants to hug her. Kinda cute, but she truly hates it. When I woke her up, she looked up at her stalker and let out a giant sigh. Franny looks like her Dad, but she’s sooooo my kid sometimes.



Here’s to Blogging Again…

Next week marks a year since I quit my fancy agency job and became a part-time stay-at-home-mom and part-time freelancer. I had high hopes of documenting this huge life change, but haven’t done shit. What I didn’t realize is that being home with a toddler is demanding…  and so, so exhausting. I could go on and on about that, but the point of this post is that I really need to start writing again.

You see, I committed to teaching a community education creative writing class. It starts in a month and I really, REALLY need to get back into the habit of writing, mostly so I don’t feel like a teaching hack.

The most I’ve written lately is goddamn grocery lists and Instagram posts, which is incredibly sad since blogging used to bring me such joy. I need to find that creative joy again, so here it goes…

I swear I’m going to start updating this blog again. Stay tuned.


If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here signing my toddler up for Match.com.

I’ve always been a safety first kind of person, for better or worse. I think it drove my husband nuts, that is until we had a kid. Now, hopefully, he appreciates that quality as he knows that Francis always comes first.

I worry about her safety constantly and I do everything in my power to keep her safe.

Or do I?

Recently I started researching schools. The plan is to have her in an early pre-school program by the time she turns two this fall.

What started as an innocent private school vs. public school research project, turned into something alarming. Admittedly, I fell down the Internet rabbit hole while reading the pros and cons of private schooling… but at any rate,  I stumbled upon this HuffPo piece about children’s personal information being collected by the company that owns Match.com and OKCupid and Tinder.


While my daughter isn’t anywhere near the age of needing SAT prep yet, this still has me VERY concerned. It seems pretty problematic to me that an “educational” service can collect personal information from children prepping for SAT testing. How can we trust that the student data isn’t being transferred straight into another of the company’s websites which again are dating sites. As a parent, I don’t trust that my kid’s personal info would be safeguarded. My hell, I’m a marketer, I know what happens with personal data.

I do everything in my power to keep my daughter safe… to my knowledge that is. I cannot imagine how angry I would be if I were in the group of parents realizing that Match.com (legally?) owns personal information about my child.

This brings so many questions to mind…

How do I safeguard my daughter’s personal information?

Does this mean I have to research every single company I do business with on her behalf?

I suppose that’s the safest course of action, but seriously who has that kind of time? I’m busy watching EVERY SINGLE THING my toddler does in order to keep her safe. Shouldn’t it be up to companies to have at least a little decency and ethical behavior when it comes to children?!

A Year Later…

How did an entire year go by in a mere moment? Was it the lack of sleep or maybe the massive amount of love I developed for my daughter? All I know is this happened way too fast and I need time to slow down ASAP.

Mama Guilt

Guilt has always been a motivating factor in my life. Seriously.

For example, let’s say I want to skip a family event… I don’t have to question whether or not I’ll feel guilty because I so, so will. I have to ask myself how long will I feel guilty. I’m OK with anything less than 48 hours of guilt. Anything higher means I can’t skip the hypothetical family event.

Enter mama guilt.

When I’m at work, I feel guilty I’m not home with Franny. When I’m home with her, I feel guilty I’m not at work. Don’t get me started on the guilt I feel over the pugs not getting as much attention as they deserve. Don’t worry, they still run the show but just with less walks.

Does it get better or at least a little bit easier?

Because ohhhmyyygoddd people, there’s nothing stronger. I wish I could bottle it up and get my loved ones drunk off mama guilt. WAIT, forget my loved ones. I’d open a fucking club and make billions.

Six Month Update

My tiny human, Franny, is six months old, which means I’ve been a mom for half a year… talk about a holy shit moment.

I had high hopes of blogging my experiences, but then life happened. My beloved brother died in January. I went back to work full-time in February, and suddenly here we are and it’s the end of April… and I’m like “Oh yeah, I have a blog.”


Having a baby and working full-time means I don’t have a lot of free time. And truthfully, free time is the last thing I want. I want more time with my daughter.  Can you blame me? Look at this little pile of love.

Six Month Old Franny

I knew I’d enjoy motherhood on some level, but I wasn’t prepared for just how much. This kiddo is rocking my world and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So as for an update. I’m surviving. Franny is surviving. The pugs and husband are, too, surviving. I managed to get through a family tragedy, post pregnancy hormones and a colicky infant all at once.

With that behind me, I’m just enjoying every single day with my family. More to come…

58 Days

My due date is 58 days away. I’m so ready for this to be over; pregnancy is definitely not my favorite stage in life.

That said, I’m incredibly excited to meet our daughter. Our daughter. OUR DAUGHTER. I have to keep repeating that, because it just doesn’t feel real. Sure, I can feel her kick… um, constantly. Yet, my mind is having trouble grasping that this is a human and not just some freak medical condition that will just magically go away and not produce a human.

You guys, a daughter!

I am going to be in charge of raising another human being. The universe allowed that. MIND. BLOWN.