Today I wore my fat pants to work. I wore them because I *thought* I couldn’t fit into my regular pants and was too afraid to try. I couldn’t face the anxiety of knowing that my butt had grown another inch and my pants were not going to close. I gave up before I even […]
Best week ever
This past week may not be one of the best weeks in my whole life, but it has been my best blogging week ever. As this is my blog, it felt only right to share it with you. Here are the top reasons why I had my best week ever: 5. I won a 200GBP […]
Returning to work after baby is HARD
As some of you know, a few months ago I returned to full time work. If I can give one piece of advice to women planning to return to work, it would be this: don’t move to a new country, start your kids in a new daycare AND return to the work in the same […]
THE SEARCH FOR A MOMKINI
Every year the Nomad family and I pack up and head to the beach in Italy for a vacation. Before you all start screaming at the screen in jealousy, let me set the scene for you: we spend our whole vacay with my in-law’s, sleep in separate twin beds with the door open (or else […]
THE PEDOMETER CHALLENGE
Dammit, I fell off the face of the universe again. This time it wasn’t my fault. I wanted to work on the blog, but it turns that I want a trip to Paris even more. I am sure that you can all understand where I am coming from. Let me explain what’s been going on. […]
WHILE YOU WERE OUT
After a four year hiatus during which I only sometimes worked, I have returned to the 38.5 hours per week,no facebook or blogging at your desk, deadlines, budgets and personnel management world of work. And, drum roll please, I even get paid a decent wage for doing it. For those of you wondering what the […]
WE ARE MOVING
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I really like to move. I get super excited about new adventure and am ready to go as soon as the announcement is made. Unfortunately, in Nomad Papa’s line of work, move announcements are usually followed by 9+ months of waiting. It is just like being […]
LET’S GO TO A PARTY
It’s Friday and that means it is party time. I’d like to go out to a real party, but I am sitting in 10 year old sweatpants and my pajama top (yes, it is 3pm here. No one likes to be judged) and I am pretty sure I would have to put on nicer clothes. […]