back to the grind

I just got back from LA. Now I'm cold and cranky. Cold because it's 50 and raining here and cranky because more stuff happened that what I was ready for.

I was supposed to see someone... planned for a lot of sex. yay! totally didn't happen. I ended up seeing a different ex boyfriend (waaaayyyy too young for me, by 10 years, but so pretty. so. very. pretty.) and having dinner with him. We had a great time and he clearly wanted me to come home with him, but I couldn't. I've never been the girl who fucks around and I'm not planning on changing that anytime soon - there has to be something else, some deeper connection. Not that I'm against the one night stand, they have their place, it's just not worth it to me to have meaningless sex. Probably didn't help that I made out with one of my friends just before I left. Vodka + attractive smart friend = doofusness.

The reason I went on this little sojourn was to interview with a couple nanny agencies. If I'm ever going to retire, now is the time to go after better money and move up to the big leagues. This is a strange headspace for me - I have families trying to throw money at me and also bidding against each other. I had a career in finance/retirement planning for almost 15 years and that never happened. This is what happens when you figure out what you're supposed to be doing with your life, apparently. I was good at what I did before - but this job? This I'm really, really good at and I love it. Hanging out with babies and kids is about the best gig in the world (also way harder than anything I've ever done before).

Lots of job prospects: yay. No sex: boo. Kissing two boys in 4 days: yay. Not kissing the one that makes my loins quiver: boo.