Tag: work

Take One

It’s the first day of the rest of my life, aka Friday, March 22, the day after I finished my job. The job was a good experience for multiple reasons. I learned a ton about business, relationships, managing people, and managing my time, but I also learned more about what’s next and why I’m really taking the steps I’m taking and, frankly, what not to do.

I’m now working on launching the biggest thing I’ve done to date: a B2B ecommerce store. I’ve been prepping for months, thinking about it for years, and now it’s…here. And the last few days, I’ve been feeling a little panicky about it, the same way I felt after nine months of pregnancy, nine months of growing a child and longing to meet him or her, and then it was time and I wanted to say, “Wait! Not yet! I’m not ready for the pain of childbirth, for the commitment, for the sleepless nights.”

But the time arrived anyway, and I was never sorry to have gone through with childbirth. So it is now with my new business. It’s time, and I’ve got to get to work. I know I won’t be sorry, but it’s gonna be crazy and a little stressful for awhile just like with a newborn.

When I feel overwhelmed and unsure of where to start, I make lists. Lists break down huge, looming projects into small, doable tasks. So I put Jonathan and Sophia down for naps, jumped on the TrekDesk, and started my to-do lists for today and next week. Today my goal is to get my phone system completely set up, including snagging Derek for a bit of help both with the technical parts and the voice recordings. I’m also prioritizing the next Big Looming Project, which is to line up manufacturers who will sell me their products so I can sell them to others. This part feels daunting and scary and impossible, so the list prioritizes the types of products I want to add. When Monday comes around it will be as simple as starting with #1 and working my way down.

I also ordered business cards yesterday from moo.com. They’re so adorable–they’re mini-cards, half size, and on the backs I put a bunch of different quotes, some funny and some serious. I even snuck in a Luther quote, but here’s the funniest one from Dave Barry:

Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer.

Laughter makes business-launching much less scary, eh?

Unemployed

Yesterday was my last day at work. I walked in to balloons everywhere. They ordered lunch from Chop House. They wrote the sweetest things on a goodbye card. Inside the card was a gift card to the Bearden Beer Market and a $100 bill (the latter will pay most of my, ahem, first speeding ticket, which I got on my second-to-last day of work, after months of going with the flow of traffic that happens to be going much faster than the actual speed limit).

Katom crew

The owner/CEO came in and made everyone say nice things about me. Derek, one of the team members, told me later he wanted to do it like Dwight’s family did on last week’s The Office, when at his aunt’s funeral, they stated facts about her.

“You had black hair and then gray hair.”

“You were the aunt to my cousins, most of your life you were 5′ 4″, at the end of your life you were 5′ 1″.”

“Anyone mention her height?”

“Yep.”

“Land size?” [Shaking heads no.] “Shirley, at 1600 acres you have the largest farm in the area, sharing borders with six other farms, including my own farm, and your nephew Dwight’s.”

I spent the day doing new product uploads, my least favorite part of the job. All day. But it was a good day. And today? Today is even better.

 

Ten in Ten

Lauren has decreed that we all do a ten in ten, which, although I’m totally out of the internet meme scene, is apparently when you take ten pictures, one an hour, through your day and show your day in pictures. So here goes, but first, a disclaimer: pictures aren’t my strong suit. (You will see this clearly below. The only good pictures are the screen shots.)

I started out the day at 6 a.m. and was downstairs by quarter to seven to put the chicken-in-the-crockpot on low, grab some coffee, chat with the kids a bit during breakfast, and see the girls off on the school bus. Evidence #1 of a lack of picture-taking skillz: I tried to get the kids eating breakfast, but couldn’t figure out how to switch cameras on my phone. Meanwhile they caught on to what I was doing and posed.


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It’s a rather gray day. Some winter mornings the mountains are beautiful blue, with caps of snow, but today, you can’t even see them. So instead I snapped a picture of the garish LED billboard on the way to the Smokies. A billboard that doesn’t look so garish with my terrible picture-taking. Just imagine it.

led sign

Today is upload day, which means I compile about 1,500 products onto a spreadsheet and check everything nine different ways to make sure dimensions are correct, pricing is input correctly, free shipping, freight, and other options are right, and that the upload into our database won’t break. It’s the most stressful and least favorite part of my job.

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Love my team. Tim, one of the content writers and an evangelical youth pastor, asked why certain knives are called “boner knives” instead of “deboning knives,” which led to everyone contributing their favorite naughty restaurant equipment terms, such as “head retention” on beer glasses, a “hose ass. 1.5″ d 17″ l connector,” the Erecto TM shelves, and other goodies. Tim’s face flamed through this discussion, which made everyone laugh harder.

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Lunchtime! I packed some frozen chili plus Fritos, sour cream, and cheese to make petros, plus my daily apple and a bottle of milk, for which I take a lot of flack. I usually bolt down my lunch and spend the rest of the measly 30 minutes configuring our personal lives: making doctor’s appointments, checking on gymnastics schedules, calling the county clerk about why our online license plate renewal isn’t working, and other fascinating matters. Today, my coworkers decided to get in on the action by sticking their hands in front of my chili closeup, so I snapped them instead. Quoting Lyndsay, “This is how we roll.”

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Bonus Picture 7a. Our lunchroom has a set of TVs that run inspiring quotes to make us all happy and healthy workers. And beyond commenting that you can’t fix a pus-filled wound with a cute little Angry Birds bandaid, I’m going to leave it at that.

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My team uses Google Talk all day. Our room is extremely quiet, as everyone’s plugged in to their own music and we mostly communicate this way. Here are a few samples:

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I love these shoes.

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Surprise meeting in the boardroom after lunch with a group of out-of-shape programmers eating fried food and discussing the database. Lovely smells, I tell you, but no photo because I didn’t have time to grab my phone before my boss dragged me up there. I’m sure you can picture it.

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The day is done, and Derek and I are meeting the church treasurer and choir director for dinner at their invitation.

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And that’s my ten in ten…but by popular request, here’s #11: Me and My TrekDesk.

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Enough and then some

I’m feeling extremely blessed at the moment. All signs are pointing to my job wrapping up, with a potential new hire ready to go. Job aside: you know when your hair gets totally out of control so you schedule a haircut, and the rest of the week you have amazing hair days and you second-guess the decision to cut? That’s how I was feeling about work for awhile after I gave notice. Everyone was super-nice, I remembered everything I liked about it, and I briefly wondered if I’d made the right choice. But then another bad hair day came and I knew I had.

Kate’s turning ten and we’re going to put Jonathan on the bottom bunk with Sophia and move Kate into Jonathan’s room. Everyone involved is extremely excited, with the possible exception of Sophia, who gets absolutely nothing out of the deal. I did buy her a cute pink bedpillow as her “moving gift,” so I hope she won’t realize that she’s essentially stuck on that top bunk for at least a few years or until it’s safe for Jon-Jon to go up there.

I made homemade chicken pot pie in my new Le Creuset mini-cocottes Sunday night. It was fun, they were delicious, and next time I go to all the trouble I’m doing a double batch so we have plenty of leftovers. Both girls practically licked their bowls clean, and it’s so rare for them to love the same food that I melted a little inside and immediately added the recipe to my “must make again” list. Now the toddler? He’s another story. He ate a big hole in the middle of his bread and pretty much nothing else.

During the mind-numbingly boring parts of work, when I’m reading line after line of technical product copy or entering info into our database, I listen to either Dave Ramsey or music. I’ve learned from Dave that I am blessed to have a husband who shares my financial values and who works with me to reach our mutual goals. So many people call in with marital troubles that stem from finances that I think it should be a mandatory part of marriage counseling.

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of YouTube videos (listening, not watching) from The Avett Brothers and Old Crow Medicine Show. I love the way OCMS plays their instruments, and how talented each one of them is rather than one standout. And The Avett Brothers? Pretty sure they can’t sing a bad song. I particularly like this one right now–not the ‘stache, but the song.

This one is good, too. The video is reminiscent of the Beatles’ rooftop performance of “Get Back.”


A number of people have been skeptical of my TrekDesk, but I have to say, I absolutely love it. Yes, I should go out and walk outside. But the reality is that I won’t. Even when I’m “home,” my day starts at 6 a.m. getting up and ready and getting the girls on the bus. Then work till they come home–either work-work or housework and family errands–and they’re home and there’s snacks and homework and catching up and sometimes picking someone up and then dinner-making and family dinner and dishes and baths and stories and more homework, and then it’s 8 p.m. and nope, I don’t want to go out on a walk by myself in the creepy dark. I don’t even want to go to the basement and get on the treadmill. And even when I have the time, I don’t make the time. I’d rather be cooking or reading or talking to Derek in those rare moments we get alone together or catching up on something in my office.

So the fact that I can read the Lutheran Witness (amazing Youth issue, especially Pastor Tim Pauls’s piece; he did my grandma’s burial service and I love him…err, in the appropriate way of course) or East of Eden or work on my new biz while killing calories? Love. It. I’ve been using it for a week or two now, and even though the pounds aren’t magically dropping off yet, I feel a lot better, more energized, less stagnated. That and signs of spring–our daffodils are blooming already!–make life a good place.

 

This just in from the TrekDesk

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My TrekDesk arrived yesterday and my sweet and amazing husband set it up right away. We rearranged my office, he hauled the treadmill up today, and I’m in business. I’m typing this while walking at the recommended pace of 1 mile per hour, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but that’s 4-8 miles a day depending on how much I use it.

So far no typos. I don’t know if I’m typing any slower than usual as I’m writing at the same time. I suppose if I were transcribing it might not go as fast as at a desk, but this seems fine so far. I’ll report back again some time after I’ve been using it awhile.

The girls asked if they could sleep over in the playroom tonight. I don’t really understand how sleeping in another room on a hard floor with the same person as you always sleep in a room with constitutes an adventure, but they think it is, so I’m happy to score some cool mom points by saying yes. I just checked in on them at 9:45 p.m. and, without a clock to tell them to go to sleep, they were still up talking. Considering their up-and-down, best friends/mortal enemies, love/hate sibling relationship, I absolutely love seeing them like this, when they get together and play and almost gang up on us by telling secrets and having private jokes and fun times…even when they stay up late and still insist on getting up early.

******* Breaking TrekDesk Update*******

I just fell off. No, kidding. I think you’d have to be really distracted to fall off when you’re going 1 mph. But seriously? I am so ready to be done working and back home, and I’m thrilled to have this desk to look forward to when I get there. Would you believe it was cheaper than a dog?

Exciting times ahead

I finally convinced my bosses that I need to leave at the end of this month. They are not happy, but then, neither am I. They changed our working hours and mandated that no one could come in before 8 a.m. due to safety reasons with all the construction going on. Of course I understand that, but suddenly I’m driving in rush hour instead of before it, and getting home quite late. After an hour of battling traffic and getting home and having to rush-rush to get dinner on because my kids are hungry, I’m fairly cranky and resentful of all the time lost.

And frankly it was heading there anyway, so this was a nice additional reason to give.

So that 10 pounds I’ve gained? It’s gonna come off. I ordered a TrekDesk yesterday and plan to use it in addition to my regular desk. I couldn’t bear the thought of coming back home to work again and continuing the same bad habits of being parked in a chair all day. It’s stagnating. Despite Lauren’s dire warnings from the Wall Street Journal, the reviews on Amazon are quite inspiring. I’m super excited to try it out and hope it works with the treadmill we’ve got. We’ve figured out a way to crowd both desks into my office so I can switch off, and Derek can have some extra space to work, too.

I’m working hard on the new business. It’s exciting and terrifying, and I oscillate between feeling convinced I’m out of my league and feeling convinced that a little stretching will feel good. If it sounds like I’m being coy, well, I don’t like to talk much about work in progress. When I was a writer, I never talked about my stories while I was working on them, because when it came time to put the words on the page, they’d fall flat if I’d formulated the language verbally. Now, I don’t want to say much until this whole thing is a little more polished and I’m ready to launch. At this point there are so many unknowns that I’ll look flaky if I announce I’m doing X and X morphs into Z half a dozen times.

In other exciting news, Kate made the Honors Choir at school. More than a hundred kids tried out, 60 got callbacks, and 30 were chosen. We are incredibly proud of her, and more than that, thrilled that she’ll be in a position to learn how to really sing. She’s been participating in the church choir as well (another funny story: as Derek and I also sing, that leaves Sophia to babysit Jonathan during rehearsal, and those of you who know Sophia will be chuckling right now and wondering what kind of trouble they get into; the answer, since this aside is already ridiculously long, is that he ate four desserts last Wednesday, but Sophia felt bad about it and said, “I’m a terrible babysitter!” to which I reassured her that she was doing fine, because in my book if she’s making an attempt she’s doing better than expected).

Both girls are at the top of their classes for AR (Accelerated Reader) points. It’s so lovely to have kids who like to read as much as I do, who get carried away before bed and accidentally stay up late because they couldn’t bear to put the story down, who write their own books with plots and storylines that are better than some of the published stuff I’ve seen. Jonathan still hasn’t figured out how nice it is to take books to bed. I’ve offered, but he says no, though he reads with me and Sophia before bed each night. When the girls were little, they’d take piles of books to the crib and drop them out one by one when they were finished. Jonathan tried once but insisted on getting out of the crib and taking it all the way back to the bookshelf in the playroom.

And speaking of crib, I’ve been talking to him about his “big boy bed” but when we have the conversation, he says, “I want to go in there,” and points to the crib. He’s 2 1/2 now, the same age the girls were when they potty-trained and switched to a bed, but only the potty-training is going for him. He loves getting on the potty, and I broke down on the THIRD kid and bought a second litle potty seat so we wouldn’t have to run up and down the stairs to grab it every time he wanted to go. We got him a Cars seat, and it backfired, because now he will ONLY use the Cars seat and not the old one, so I’m $14 poorer and still have to run up and down to get the right seat.

He’s not seriously training, but he likes it, so we encourage him. Until I’m home again and can really devote time and energy to it, we’re sort of humoring him for now. I think the window will close soon and he’ll be over 3 before we get it done, but he’s my baby and that’s okay.

Sophia lost–or should I say, yanked–another tooth last night, so she’s got her two front and one right next to them gone, all in a row. Her front teeth have been out for months, with no sign of growing in. She’s beginning to look like a toothless old man, but soon those front teeth will be in and I’ll be sad at how she’s growing up.

Last week, pre-tooth-loss, but isn't she cute?

Last week, pre-tooth-loss, but isn’t she cute?

Kate’s growing up, too. She and her friends are obsessed with the band One Direction, and particularly Harry Styles, who turns 19 today. It takes me right back to seventh grade, when my friends and I were crazy over New Kids on the Block. I cringe thinking about how we pored over magazines and crooned to their songs and argued over who was cuter (Joey, duh).

Derek doesn’t have his own exciting news, but he’s excited about happenings at church. The men of the church have been working hard the last few weeks to build interior walls for our sanctuary. They put up wood frames and insulation and drywall, are leaving space for two high windows in the back, and it’s going to be lovely when they finish. We’re also getting a ceiling (you have NO IDEA how hard it is to hear anything in there when it’s raining hard) and new chairs. Part of this is from internal fundraising, but a large portion came from a generous donation from First Lutheran. What a lovely gift. The men at our church are all extremely handy–so much so that my father-in-law joked that they had all chiefs and only one Indian. Ha!

Well, if you’ve made it to the end of this wordy post, congratulations. I understand the value in writing short, but I can’t always do it, especially when I’m bursting with happiness at all the lovely things ahead.

Too much and too little

My theme these last few months seems to be too much to say, too little time to say it, and too much to say about things I shouldn’t be saying on the world wide web. Thus, relative silence.

Not to be mysterious. Life is like this: get sucked into the work vortex all week, spend evenings when the kids are in bed frantically working on an escape plan, emerge on the weekends and forget all about that part of life while I revel in being with family, and suddenly it’s almost Monday and it all begins again.

This year I started a goals journal. I got this from Dave Ramsey’s Entreleadership book, and he in turn stole it from Zig Ziglar. You create yearly goals in seven areas–career, financial, spiritual, physical, intellectual, family, and social–and you have to write them down or they don’t count. I’ve always made yearly goals, but never in specific categories and never in one spot. Now that I’m 35, I considered all the goals I’d made over the years that are now lost on scraps of paper or even in my immature head. In a way it seemed too late, but then I figured I have, Lord willing, a good 40+ years goal-making ahead, I went ahead and started the goal journal at this ripe old age.

I won’t share them all, but a few of my goals include

Quit my job. I wouldn’t normally talk publicly about this just in case someone from work happened upon this tiny little corner of the internet, but things at work came to a crux last week when they signed me up for a conference that would have required significant investment in me on their part. I felt I had no choice but to be honest with them about my (non) future at the company and ask them not to send me.

They are, to put it mildly, not happy, and being a middle child/peacemaker I’m unhappy that they’re unhappy. But it’s the right thing for numerous reasons. I’ve had my time to evaluate the grass on the other side of the fence, to take a breather from running my own business, to realize that the advantages of running my own business, in spite of the not insignificant challenges, far outweigh the disadvantages. I’ve gained ten pounds from sitting on my behind all day instead of moving. I’ve lost precious hours with my kids. And, frankly, while I do love the nature of the work and believe I’m making a difference there both with my staff and for the company, I just need to come back home.

(Before you say anything along the lines of “I told you so,” please note that I’ve already heard this from basically everyone I have ever known, ever, so I’ll just assume you think the same thing. And the reality is, sometimes we need to make stupid decisions so we know what the right ones really are, and I think it was ultimately good for me and even for the family as Derek got to be me for a few months. He said at New Year’s that spending that quality time with the kids was the best part of his 2012. I will never get that time back, but he will always have it.)

Lose ten pounds. Work has made me a cliche. I’ve never had to watch what I eat or really even think about food other than how delicious it is, but this whole sitting on my behind all day thing is excruciating. There are moments at work when I’m dying to stand up and scream and do jumping jacks and run laps around the warehouse just to break up the monotony of sitting at the desk staring at the screen all day. When I finally get out of there, I have to sit in the car another hour to get home. The upside is I can’t wait to do dishes and clean up around the house because I need to move so badly.

Get a dog. Derek and I have a semi-agreement that when my new business is profitable and I have the time to train, we can get a dog. We’ll see how this one goes, but dog-walking could definitely help with the ten pounds.

Get to know people at church better. My natural inclination is to avoid people, but pretty much every Sunday I engage in post-church self-flagellation for not reaching out better, not talking to people I should have talked to, not being as social as I could/should be.

Continue to teach our children the faith. The other morning Jonathan spontaneously burst into a rendition of “O Come O Come Emmanuel” before breakfast. My kids know the Sunday school lessons before I even begin to teach them. This is our most important job as parents: arming our kids with the faith. Second to that, we want to teach them independence, to function on their own and to make good decisions. It’s astonishingly easy to do this if you ignore the culture, and astonishingly difficult if you don’t.

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Five hands (self portrait)

Not blogging

I have a lot to say. That’s never a problem. I have tons of posts lined up in my mind, but time? Nada. Here’s all the stuff I want to write about:

Sophia turned six on Tuesday. Six! I realize I’m channeling my dad when I tell the kids sob stories about how it was only yesterday when they were tiny babies (and they roll their eyes just like I did) but I can’t help it. It really does feel like yesterday and I’m really in awe and disbelief and denial that Sophia has grown this big. I remember in sharp focus her smile, her big brown eyes, her sweet rosy lips and fat limbs, and now she’s six and in kindergarten and so smart and independent.

Our Thanksgiving was fabulous, squared. We’ve had this tradition since we moved to Tennessee to alternate with another family. Over the years it’s grown and grown, but I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to go this year given Derek’s new call. After we made sure no one in Maryville needed a place to go, we headed to Knoxville for a long, food-and-friend-filled day that filled my well of loneliness till the next time we get together.

My job is, as my friend Melanie described it, bipolar. There are days I’m on a Rocky Mountain-size high over how amazing it is, and days when if someone looks at me cross-eyed I could walk out and never look back, no regrets.

I am, at this very moment, talking to my family on Skype. Tennessee, South Dakota, Washington, and Russia all together. It’s bizarre, amazing, and normal all at once.

Jonathan is so totally two. He talks and talks, and he’s adorable. He says, “Mommy, I want to pick you up!” and “I’m Jon-Jon” and he insists on doing everything himself. If I get something for him, he puts it back and gets it himself. It’s both cute and infuriating, but since he’s #3, Derek and I are pretty calm overall. I remember going through this with Kate and thinking the world was ending. It didn’t. It isn’t.

I’ve decided to do all my Christmas shopping online this year. See above re: 2-year-old. Yesterday at Target he threw an average of one tantrum per aisle. His only saving grace is that, when he gets control of himself, he announces, “Mommy, I all better!”

One more Jonathan story: while I was putting groceries away yesterday, he got on my phone, loaded up Google maps, selected a restaurant in Maryville we’ve never eaten at, and wrote a review, rating it with all “Excellents” and even writing some jibber-jabber in the comments section that included the word “John.” He was about to hit submit (posting publicly as me) when I caught him.

Derek and I are on a home improvement jag. Next up: a real fireplace mantel so we can hang stockings for Christmas.

Part of the reason I have no time to blog is that I’m plotting out a new business in my few minutes’ spare time in the evenings. Serial entrepreneur here. I thought I’d welcome the break with my new job, but it turns out starting new businesses is in my bones…much to Derek’s annoyance.

Finally, a little subliminal messaging for my sisters:

 

 

 

Survived, possibly thrived

I just wrapped up my first week of work. Of course it was only a four-day week, but remember I haven’t had an out-of-the-house job in almost a decade. So the goal this week was to just not die from having to talk to people and exist in an overly air-conditioned building.

It turns out I’m managing a rather large team of ten, soon to be thirteen. That was a surprise. I recall a vague question in the interview about how many people I’d managed. I answered, thinking I’d have 2-3 people under me at most. Nope.

Last time I managed people I was a rather frightened 24-year-old running the office and marketing of a furniture store. I had no idea how to handle people and I made plenty of mistakes. Oh, the mistakes! I cringe thinking about how…young…I was.

I’ve realized that the combination of time and having kids has prepared me for this job. Time gives the authority a 24-year-old just doesn’t have, and having kids helps hone delegating and coaching skills.

On the home front, Derek has been amazing, getting the kids off in the morning and meeting the bus in the afternoon. and, from what I’ve observed, truly enjoying this wonderful time with our children. Have I mentioned that I love him? I do.

All in all, despite the surprise number of employees and the relational issues I’ll need to sort out, I’m enjoying work. I get there and it’s like I’m in a zone all day, and I go home and I’m…done. Finished. I don’t have to check my email constantly, and I don’t have to work almost every night trying to stay ahead of my clients. The work itself is exciting and challenging, and the company just moved to a brand new office with new desks and equipment and even a water fountain that includes a purifier and a place to fill your water bottle, with a “We’ve saved TK bottles” counter.

In a while, I’ll be able to start telecommuting part-time. That, too, is exciting, to know that there will be some days when I can work in my jammies in our lovely mountain retreat. In the meantime, I survived…and I think I’m looking forward to Monday.

The five stages of shopping grief

I went shopping for work clothes on Tuesday.

Because I own basically two types of outfits: church dresses and skirts, and workout clothes.

Not because I work out, but because I like to slouch around in workout clothes while I’m working.

You get the picture. You’re probably either jealous or appalled.

It’s been a good run. But now I have to arrive at a workplace, for awhile at least, in something presentable. And here’s how it went.

1. Denial: I can’t go shopping. I haven’t been clothes-shopping in ages. I don’t even know where the stores are.

2. Anger: These crappy weird eighties clothes cost how much?!?

3. Bargaining: Do these shirts make me look like a Target mom? I’ll make you cookies if you say no.

4. Depression: How come nothing fits me post-three-kids? Why did my boobs migrate to my hips?

5. Acceptance: Coming home with three bags of clothes, all of which Kate has approved.