Updated LinkedIn but Not My Resume

When I was a kid, my uncle bought me a set of books. One of the books was about a mom and daughter running errands on the mom's day off. They had breakfast, went to the post office, the grocery store, the bank, the park for lunch. I don't know why this book stayed in my memory, I couldn't tell you a thing about the others.

In the illustrations, the mom is wearing a suit with heels. This is a far cry from my errands outfit normally consisting of a t-shirt, cargo pants/shorts, a ball cap with pony tail sticking out, and my ever present aviators. I wear a ball cap and aviators so often that if I lived in LA or NYC, paparazzi would probably follow me thinking I was someone famous. I've gone to the bank twice this week and it's only Wednesday. Normally, the grocery store is before or after the bank, dependent on if I have to go to the post office or not. I have a bad habit of not knowing I don't have stamps until I actually need one. I blame on-line bill pay. Unlike the mom in the book, I try to accomplish most of my errands while my son is in school. Once he is home, it's snack time, homework, play time, dinner, clean up, bed time routine. If someone was stalking me, they'd catch on to my schedule very easily. Note to potential stalkers: I can lock and load, you've been warned.

I've never been a fly by the seat of my pants (or skirt) type of woman. This doesn't mean I am not fun, but it means I like a certain amount of consistency and order. I like a schedule, but can stray from it and adapt. I will dance in the rain, but my rain boots will dry out in the garage, on the rubber mat, placed by the door, for this purpose. My toothbrush is always in my carry-on luggage, along with my phone charger, and contacts supplies. A psychologist would probably set out a list of reasons for this Type A anal retentive nature stemming from my childhood, some of it may make sense, until you meet my brother and realize we are polar opposites.

I think my drive and motivation force me to be this way in order to run a house, deal with stress, raise a child, and work, it makes me feel like I have some type of control in a world where we can control so little. All week I have been happily and excitedly prepping to return to work full time. I've been going through my office boxes, making calls, figuring out day care, doing errands, cleaning, devising a new work out schedule, you get the idea...but...I haven't worked full time in about 2 years...

In the back of my head, there's this little worry of what if I can't do it anymore? What if I don't remember how to work 50 plus hours a week and still be a mother? What if I don't remember how to be a mother and still do my job well? What if I can't keep my house clean anymore? How will I fit in my workouts? Can I even still put make-up on?

Then it hits me, I could hire a cleaning person if needed, Gabriel is capable of doing more chores than he was when I worked before, the puppy isn't a puppy anymore, Bob Evans Friday nights were always fun, being so close to Beachwood Place will help me keep my workouts so I can shop. I start to feel better. I still don't know what half the stuff in this make-up bag is though.

I start to realize I can do this, I will do this, I will do it all and rock at it. I may not sleep a lot. I may need a trip to Sephora and Bare Essentials to remember how I put this stuff called eyeshadow on. I am Wonder Woman (back off Linda Carter). Aah another motivation for keeping my workouts---I see a Wonder Woman Halloween costume in my future. I always wanted those boots.

I am not updating my resume again, just LinkedIn and I did that on Friday before my workout after the post office.