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Friday, July 19, 2013


I've been spending too much time inside my head lately.  You'd think I'd be too busy for that, but apparently not.  Here I am, unusually pensive tonight. 

Do you have a place where, just being there, it brings back a flood of memories, regardless of how many times since that particular event you've been there? 

There are a few places like that for me.  After nearly 3 years, I still have to take a deep calming breath before I swipe my badge and enter the floor of the children's hospital.  Weirdly, not the NICU or the PICU, but just the floor.  My law clerk joined my boss for rounds this week while she's on service.  I've never gone for rounds.  I don't have to, so I choose not to.  I don't want to be there unless I have to be, to help a particular patient.  Too emotional.

So, yeah, ghosts.  Remnants of people, of events, long past.  I've been on north campus a lot lately for meetings.  Memories of a chilly winter evening, walking the path from Singletary to the parking lot at the Coliseum, a cherished memory, the beginning of a friendship.  Memories tarnished by a spring evening, when I regrettably chose to end the friendship.  Both significant life moments.  I don't know how many times I've walked that path over the years.  Countless concerts at Singletary, performances at Guignol.  Classes, study sessions and business meetings at Fine Arts.  I was a student on that campus for a total of 11 years, and I've been an employee for nearly 3 years.  But it's this bittersweet memory from 15 1/2 years ago, from high school, that still comes to mind.  

Memories haunt.  A hard lesson learned, the raison d'ĂȘtre of some relationships, I suppose.  I'm better now at recognizing what is poison and what is simply bitter wine.  Bitter wines can often be salvaged, you don't have to throw out the batch.  I didn't know that then.  The regret still aches when I walk that path.  I have to remember to breathe through it and keep walking. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2013


I've been feeling a little melancholy lately.  Combination of a few things.  

Stress is one.  I've been spoiled by the 40 hour work week, and not used to being so busy and actually having to work beyond my set hours.  I worked until midnight last Friday, and that's only because the coffee shop shut down. 

We're short-staffed (don't even get me started) at exactly the time of year when my work load picks up.  In addition to my increased case load, and my summer law clerk's last day is Friday, I, ridiculously, have added an extra project to the mix, to assist in creating a new pro bono program, and have a meeting on Friday, at which I need to have at least a solid outline drafted for education materials.  I have a presentation next Friday that I haven't finished yet.  We're applying to present at a workshop.  We're working on a policy statement for a pediatrics organization.  I'm working on a CLE (fortunately that has no date yet).  I've been spending a considerable amount of time schmoozing to get things moving on next year's huge fundraiser.  I also think I made plans for two nights next week, and I don't even know what they are or on what nights. 

I'm teaching the externship in the fall for the first time (it's been spring only the past two years), which will require some adjustments in the curriculum (I won't have Advocacy Day at the capitol to include, and again, being short-staffed).  I have a new law clerk starting for work study.  I've added med students to the mix, a new one every Friday during this term.  And I need to start discussing adding a social work internship, which requires finding a social worker in the clinic to partner with.  The insurance exchange begins in October, and I have no clue what that even means yet.  I'm taking two graduate level public health management classes this fall.  I'm coaching (I think) a mock trial team at my old high school.  We're doing Beethoven's Fourth in community orchestra, and I'll be lucky if I can play one note per measure and not poke myself in the eye with my bow.

And my kid starts kindergarten in less than a month.  I will have to start my day at 6:00 a.m.  I don't even like being forced to start my day before noon.  I'm going to die.

Yesterday, I had a bad day and my cheese slid off my cracker.  Bad day at work, came home, children fighting/screaming, burnt dinner, decided I give up, turned off burnt/undercooked dinner, went to bed.  Husband finished the dinner, managing to salvage it, before going to work.  (Did I mention, he's working 13 shifts in a row?  Because, greed.  The hospital is too cheap to hire enough people to cover when someone goes on vacation.)  Oh, and the new fish died too, so that was drama.  Then violin was drama.  Then even ice cream was drama.  Draaaaaaaamaaaaaaa. 

MILP Roundup #312

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the Butterflyfish, Ptlawmom, Attorney Work Product, Attorney at Large, Today & Tomorrow, Magic Cookie, and Reluctant Grownup blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday. 

Unless I'm on deck, and then I probably forgot to post it at all, because I fail at life.

But, what's up, MILP groupies?  Unless you're reading this from Iceland, it's hotter 'n hades and you're sweatin' like a whore in church.

So, how are the MILPs staying cool in the heat wave?

Izzie is stateside, enjoying some family fun.

Butterflyfish is enjoying reduced hours.

Daisy and Attorney at Large on being topless.

Magic Cookie swims in Big Law.

SuzieJD is just returning from (blog) vacation.

RG is baking.

LL has a pool party!

But I Do Have a Law Degree lathers on the sunscreen.

Grace is dodging any more punches from July.

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