Up to my eyeballs in technology

I married a tech geek. (In the best sense of the word sweetie…) I have access to pretty much every piece of the latest technology, whether I want it or not. I know more about HTML5 sliders, new computer languages, what Apple is doing next, and solid state hard drives than any non-tech person should know. All side effects of hooking up with someone ‘in the industry.’

As I’ve gotten slowly drawn in to this world over the past four or five years, I’ve realized two things: 1) I’m now semi-fluent in tech jokes (not the javascript ones…those are still over my head) and 2) Dear God, I might never escape.

That’s ok, I guess. Though there are days when an EMP would do a lot for household communication. Recently though I took a new job in the field of social media and online marketing. I NEVER thought I would end up in marketing. But here I am…and loving it. Loving. It. 

409528_10150475938303683_501143682_8878669_1980544367_nVariety. Flexibility. Travel. Autonomy.  This job has what I need, and I get up in the morning looking forward to going to work. I’ve never felt this way about a job before. The thing of it is, the job puts me up to my eyeballs in technology and social media. Serious- I’m managing over 40 social media accounts. At the same damn time. You think I was distracted before? This just might fry any long-term memory I have left.

So while I’d intended to move away from working in social media, that is apparently not in the cards for me. The upside is that I seem to be quite good at it, and look forward to getting better. The downside is that this zaps almost any desire to really engage with my personal social media accounts. Maybe I’ll find an equilibrium soon and return to using my Facebook and Twitter accounts as a way of connecting to friends and fam- oh, look, shiny things!

First Time Mom Trauma

I am- to the practiced eye- a consummate First Time Mom. I panic about every bump and bruise…I’ve tried not to, and I guess will have to wait for the next little bundle to practice on. Cause with my daughter, I’ve only gotten marginally better as she’s gotten older. I no longer cry every time I accidentally hurt her. But I still vigilantly try to protect her from every germ and hard edge, unable to believe on a deeper level that anyone (but The Hubs and a select few others) could every take care of her better than I.

So today was a BIG step for me. I have been vacationing with the Hubs and My Cherub in the wilds of New Hampshire. Family vacation in the family lake cabin with 20+ family. Lots of family time, so it’s a good thing I like my Hubs’ family. The lake house is continually stocked with coffee, ice cream and wine. These are my people.

Well, today I had to peel away from the family time to go on a business trip. From Wednesday afternoon to Sunday night, I am child free…for the first time since, well, she started. This is the longest I’ve been away from her since her existence began. By A LOT.

Who would want to be parted from this? Only crazy people.

Who would want to be parted from this? Only crazy people.

So, like the professional that I am, I kissed her and Hubs goodbye, watched them drive off into the afternoon (WITHOUT ME) and only cried all the way through security and to the boarding gate. No big. I’m good. Got this.

I’m a big girl. I’m a big girl.

You’d think I’d be overjoyed at a few days of freedom. I’m sure that footloose feeling will kick in any time now.

Any time now.