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Mirror Game

I just hit send on my formal letter of resignation to my agency life.

And then I sat on the floor with my baby and a mirror and we played. We are working hard on turning the furrow into smiles.

Then I realized how gorgeous Chicago is today, so now we are going to take the train downtown to eat gelato in the park and introduce Benton to the Bean.

Here is the last time they were together. 76 days ago. Um...WOW.

There are a lot of people in cubes who would be pissed off if I wasn’t taking full advantage to being free of said cube. So in the name of not taking things for granted, I am off.

Extro Loves Intro

I have been trying to write this post *in my head* for three days. Turns out that when you have a new baby, your brain leaks out at night and you have to start all over again every morning. Hence, this is technically the third draft of this post, although I have no recollection of the first two.

Can we discuss introverts who are partnered up with extroverts? And by discuss, I mean that I will ramble on, and then you will comment and then I will reply. If we were in real life, we could just converse like normal humans. Oh, wouldn’t that be great?

Which brings me to my first point. I like real (and virtual) people. I feel energized when I am around them. I like to talk for the most part. On the introvert/extrovert scale, I am only slightly extroverted. Which means I am not a total wilting flower when left alone, and appreciate some time by myself. However, I don’t need tons of recovery time after social activities.

I married an introvert (INTJ). (By the way I <3 INTJ’s. Can’t think of one that I haven’t gotten along with swimmingly, but they are anything but simple.) Many of my favorite people on this earth are introverts. I’m attracted to them, and count many of them among my friends. This does not mean they are shy. Introverted is often interchanged with the word shy, and that is simply wrong. It also has a negative connotation which bugs the crap out of me. They are often just misunderstood.

I have linked to this article before, but I HIGHLY recommend that you read it if you live with someone who is introverted. Or if you yourself are introverted, link your significant other to it so they will know how to care for you properly. It’s not very scientific, and a bit satirical, but has some good points. Go now. I will wait…

You are back! Or you’re just faking like you read it. For those of you who fake-read it, just know that basically introverts lose energy from being around people, and extroverts gain energy. Introverts need a recovery period for every hour they spend with other humans.

This brings me to the meat of my story. I swear to you that Justin and I are both reasonable and intelligent people. But two weeks ago we decided to freaky Friday our lives. I, the slightly extroverted girl (ENTP) who worked at a big office with lots of people around all day, decided to stay home alone with a young baby. Justin, the introverted guy who has been a student without a full-time job for many years, decided to go work at an office with people who talk to him all day long.

SQUARE PEGS, ROUND HOLES.

So this is an interesting transition for both of us to say the least. It is the best thing for our family and we are determined to make it work.

Did I mention we have a 9 week old baby in the mix? Yes.

We are both sticking by our decision and neither of us want to complain because we both are silly in love with our new jobs. And we are both extremely lucky to have them. That being said, there are some things that we need to figure out about our new lives.

Maybe your life is set up in a similar way? Example: I have been home all day, talking to no one but myself, the baby, and the interwebs. This is all well and good, but naturally I am excited when it is time for Justin to come home. We are buddies and I miss my buddy. 5 o’clock hits and I get antsy. Often 6 o’clock comes and goes as well. Around 7, I am dying to see him. I want to talk about the day and be with him and do family time stuff.

He is happy to see me, but the difference is that he is arriving home already exhausted from being around people all day. No matter how much he loves his job, he can’t be himself unless he gets some recovery time alone. He will be a crazy person without it. This doesn’t have to happen immediately when he gets in the door, but by 9 p.m. he is basically telling me to go to bed. SAD FACE. It’s not anything against me personally, but it still stings. This is one of those things I am trying to be understanding about, but it isn’t easy when I have been alone all day and am enjoying real companionship.

Here is another example of how this introversion thing works: If we are going out to a social thing, he will be very social and have a great time while he is there, but then he needs twice that amount of time to recover from this event. This usually isn’t a big deal to me, as I have gotten used to this over the past 7 years. It is second nature, unlike the new 9-5 weekday thing we are figuring out.

My new worry surrounding this issue, beyond driving my husband crazy, has to do with family activities. Since Benton is still a wee baby at the moment, we don’t take him out a ton. But what happens when the weekends become less about lounging and more filled with outings? Will Justin be OK?

We excitedly discuss all the fun things we want to together as a family, but they are likely going to take place during the weekends. I am not suggesting that family activities will be as socially draining as the workday is; I’m pointing out that they will take time out of the recovery period that he needs as an introvert after working with people all week. Does that make sense? And what happens when we have more kids and there is even less time to spare? Are there any introvert breadwinners out there with a bunch of kids that have it all figured out?

I am assuming we will adjust and find somewhat of a balance, but he is forever and always going to be introverted. I don’t want it to sound like a bad word, it just means he is always going to need his own time. So my guess is that he will have to have dad-is-recovering period at night when we are all in bed. Sleep will likely get pushed further down on the priority list.

Does anyone reading this have a similar situation? Any tricks or wisdom to share?

Rescued by the Park

I was at a very low point yesterday at work. The last week and a half has not been very kind to me. So, when I saw a window for escape I took it. No wallet, no purse, just a camera and my security pass to get back in the building.

Have you ever fallen off a raft in ferocious whitewater rapids? And been sucked under by the current and then beaten repeatedly on sharp rocks? Then you surface and gasp the most precious breathes of air you have ever breathed? And you realize you are alive and will live happily ever after? (Me neither, but I have seen it on TV). The second I stepped out of the office, and into “fresh” Chicago air, I felt like everything was going to be fine.

I went to Millennium Park to see what the late summer gardens look like. I haven’t really been over there since spring, because I must be an idiot or something. It turned out to be one of the best lunches (sans food) that I have ever had. I felt like a normal person again after just one hour of wandering around.

As I was about to head back to the office, I heard the most beautiful sound. The symphony was rehearsing in the Pritzker Pavilion during lunch! What?!? I should have known about this. I hadn’t heard the acoustics of the Pavilion before; it was so good that I almost cried. Free lunchtime concerts in the park: $0. Not running from my job screaming and crying: Priceless.

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Peeps In Love

There is a planter just outside my office entrance with these guys in it:

041009I want to stop and pet them. They remind me of my grandma’s house when I was little. Grandma’s house was probably a more appropriate place to hang out and pet plants. The cabs trying to get in and out of the hotel driveway next to the office were not amused with me.

Can’t you picture them as little living animals? They might open their little eyes at any moment, climb up the branch, then hop into your coat pocket and live there as pets. I am sure they would need a diet of Skittles and chocolate milk (via eyedropper of course). I can totally picture them sprouting little arms and then bathing themselves via paw “lick-and-wipe” method as a kitten would. I might be alone in this thought.

Meet Frank, Jules and Karen.

Meet Frank, Jules and Karen.

After a few moments, I did have to leave the plants and go up to the office to bill some hours. I was greeted by my office mate, Alex (AKA Corner Office Den Mother), with box of disturbingly electric-blue Peeps for breakfast. I don’t eat these things because…um…does anyone eat these things? I like to pin them up somewhere and see how long it takes for them to decompose. The results of that experiment is that they NEVER decompose. They are immortal.

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He will be living on my wall, not in my belly. Look! He has already made several friends.

He will be living on my wall, not in my belly. Look! He has already made several friends.

Then I actually did some work. Seriously. I do work. Until mid-afternoon margaritas with fresh squeezed lime juice, homemade mango salsa, and delicious secret recipe guacamole. Thanks, Den Mother! Bonus points for the presentation in the Corner Bakery cups.

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More Fun Than It Looks

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You know what? This week has been a little stressful. But this new toy I got is amazingly good at relieving some of that stress, or at least distracting me enough to forget about the stress…for 2–4 hours.

It’s a Neocube. The mailman delivered it to me yesterday. Since the other package that I am tracking—20lbs(!?!?!) of spice jars—is travelling to me via Pony Express, this was a good tide-me-over delivery. The Neocube is not really a cube at all. It is just a bunch of super strong magnet balls. This is a perfect example of a picture not doing any justice to the subject. You have to play with it. You are supposed to make it into a cube, but I have yet to make that happen. My fingers are literally raw from playing with this thing. You have to get it. (Thanks to Dan for the recommending this thing.)

Andrea and Casey and I played with it in the lobby of our building after work for a ridiculously long time. It is very addictive and we looked like certified nutcases, but who really cares. Who needs happy hour when you have…216 super strong magnet balls?

Blur of excitment.

Blur of excitement.

I almost went to go play with it when I woke up at 4am, having realized that I spent the last two days working on 40 die-lines and renderings in the wrong font. :(

Some Comments on the Weather

This is not the traditional happiness post. Sorry to bum you out.

Meh. Today was not the best of days. And it was snowing on the way home. Still snowing as I type this.

As I tunneled my way to the creepy food court at lunchtime, I spotted some goodness. Mind you that this particular food court is known for being extremely unsavory. It is a last resort kind of place. And in no circumstances does anyone at the office actually sit and eat there. There is a loud mechanical buzz that pierces my ears, which I am relying on heavily to navigate, since my other senses have shut down to protect me from the foul environment. Eyes can’t handle the flickering green fluorescent lights. Nose can’t deal with the mingling scents of Popeye’s grease and Middle-eastern food with a side of gross. I also avoid touching anything if at all possible. WHY did you go there, Megan? Cause I was out of my head. And in a gross kind of mood, and kind of wanted to keep in theme for lunchtime.

Back to the goodness that was spotted along the trek. Green plants! Trying to grow! OUTSIDE!!!

I was without my camera, but I plan to go back tomorrow and take a photo of the daffodil sprouts that I saw poking out of the earth in the weird courtyard near the food court. If the snow hasn’t covered up the hopeful green sprouts, you will see them here tomorrow.

I told a bunch of people at the office about what I had seen. No one really cared or said more than “murp” as they continued to stare at their screens. Am I way too excited about this? Leah cared. She was the only one with the proper response to this phenomenon we Chicagoans haven’t seen in some time. Green living plants. <3

You can do it little guys!

You can do it little guys!

Finer Things Club

Have you seen the Finer Things Club on The Office?

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My officemate Alex is a big fan of Finer Things. He has started his own club. Not so much of a club really, but more of a bougie gathering of indulgence. Yeah…I just linked you to the Urban Dictionary. With the help of Pastoral on Lake street and Alex’s fine choice of pairing blue cheese and Moscato, the corner office rounded out it’s diet of carrot cake and espresso with some equally health concious happy hour goodness. You are in charge of your own happiness I say. On occasion, Alex is in charge.

Taken in the last seconds of it's life. I would like to say it is in a better place...but no.

Taken in the last seconds of it's life. I would like to say it is in a better place...but no.

Bonus points if you can spot a Christmas cup, a fizzgig doll wearing a newsboy hat, and a dramatic wolf poster

Bonus points if you can spot a Christmas cup, a Fizzgig doll wearing a newsboy hat, and a dramatic wolf poster.

Speaking of finer things. My virtual officemate, Ryan, asked me what my last meal would be. Without hesitation, I of course replied that I would like nothing more than to die with a full belly of good cheese, fresh bread, and excellent wine. Ryan agreed whole-hearted, but then said brisket was choice #2. I am not on the same page in this case. I was then immediately tagged in this photo on Facebook:

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To stay on track with the finer things theme for the day, I then met up with my other virtual officemate, Amber, and wine club friend Lindsay. Lindsay is the only person I know that can’t be reached online at all times. She is an anomaly among us. I am a bit envious that she has managed this. Sepia was our meeting place. It is one of my favorite spots in Chicago as far as the atmosphere goes. I won’t bother uploading a bunch of photos, because their website does a good job of that already. We had a couple glasses of pricey but delicious wine, and then I sprinted to the Metra so I wouldn’t have to wait another hour to get home.

I will not go into the less than savory details, but the ride home was the least-fine thing about the day. I don’t recommend race-paced running after wine consumption.

Carrera marble and wine...very fine.

Carrera marble and wine...very fine.

What Day Is It?

Here is the thing about working weekends– is not working the weekend itself that is so bad. It is the following week that messes with you. I am going to work for day 11 today! Woot! I think it is Thursday? Luckily, I really do enjoy (most) of my coworkers and boss(es) company, so the pain of working many days in a row is reduced in that respect. I am not just saying that because they read this. (Hi Pam!) I also do not plan on pulling a Dooce and getting fired for what I write on my blog. I don’t have that kind of ammo anyway, unless Pam starts ordering Prada online and talking loudly about it, causing others to stop taking her seriously.

So today is the last day. Four-day-weekend is almost here, and it will surely make up for this week.

Yesterday’s Daily Picture of Happiness was my bed. I crashed pretty early, and couldn’t be more pleased about it. I debated about featuring my pajama collection as the DPH. I really don’t need more acronyms in my life, but there you go. I own more pajamas than I own real clothes. Can’t get enough. Always thrilled to get more. Probably have 14 pairs of PJ pants. Mind you that I only have 2 pairs of jeans in the current rotation of real clothes. I may need to remedy this imbalance now that I really consider it. It kind of paints a picture of laziness, but it is really just an obsession with being warm in the long winter. If I had to plan a quick escape or pack for a plane crash on an island, I would likely bring along an ample supply of PJ’s, a bag of chap stick, and my camera.

Bedtime! And yes, the bed is made everyday. I hate an un-made bed.

Bedtime! And yes, the bed is made everyday. I hate an un-made bed.

Happiness Malfunction

I was at work all weekend. So basically my happiness from yesterday was coming home and laying on the couch for a half-hour before falling asleep. I could barely keep from drooling, let alone post a picture of happiness.

However, here is photo of something that has made me happy over the last week. Amber somehow read my mind and got me the perfect gift. I have been admiring these white textured candle holders in the local boutique home  stores for sometime. No one has ever gotten me a decor present that works more seamlessly with my aesthetic taste and existing scheme. It can be quite a gamble to buy that kind of present for me. Bravo, Amber!

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Yay!

Yay!

Daily Picture of Happiness Purgatory

Just so we are clear, the Daily Picture of Happiness being suspended until the camera arrives.

This was not a particularly happy day at work. Layoffs happened company wide, and although most of our team was safe, there were some losses. In the midst of this sadness, I am happy to report that my office mates and I are still living together. I would take a picture to show you their awesomeness, but I don’t want to make you jealous. And also I can’t really because of the whole camera thing. Maybe I will draw them tomorrow.