Life Lately vol. II

In February, my family has had exactly six days when no one was sick. Six out of 26 is not the number we’re looking for.

Monday night, Sloane spiked a 104-degree fever, vomited, and cried uncontrollably. We alternated Motrin and Tylenol for a few hours, and she cooled off and slept most of the night. Then, last night, we ended up with an 11PM wakeup, a 1AM wakeup, followed by a disco bath, and a fitful night of sleep for everyone.

So I am once again popping Tamiflu like Tic-Tacs, chewing on Zicam gummies, and praying for health. This is life with a toddler. So we postponed potty training until she’s out of the woods, and more compliant. Defiance, thy name is sick toddler.

Also, thanks to a new round of illness, I am once again behind at work, trying to dig out. I’m getting callouses from the shovel that I never seem able to put down. But it’s a season, and it will pass.

Speaking of work, it dawned on me that I don’t think I ever announced my “big news.” Earlier this year, I made partner at my firm. I know it’s a big accomplishment. I know I should be proud. But when everything feels so heavy, it’s tough to summon the joy. Plus, it hasn’t really sunk in yet. Maybe it will when I have to give a speech at my firm’s shareholder dinner in March.

Which leads me to my quest for something to wear to said dinner. A suit feels to formal. So I’m looking for a fitted dress. If any of my professional clothing fit right now, I could just wear an old favorite. Sadly, I’ve been sitting in an office chair since August of 2023 and my body has taken the shape of it.

I’m looking for something like Black Halo’s Jackie dress. Currently, the top contender is this green sheath. This Karen Millen dress also caught my eye. On the more affordable side, I may just buy this Donna Karan belted sheath to wear to work. It’s very slimming thanks to the belt.

Speaking of looking your best. . . if you’re over 35, you need this Dior Glow Star Filter. It makes your skin look effortlessly dewy and bright. I wear it almost daily. It’s like performance enhancing drugs for your makeup.

But while my head may be thinking about looking my best on my work trip next month, my body is firmly planted in Toddler Illness Land. So the only nice thing I’m wearing here are my super comfortable Spanx Air Essential sweatshirts. (I just pair them with black leggings from Old Navy, because I don’t need to blow the bank on weekend wear.) The turtleneck tunic is my favorite piece.

So here’s hoping we come out of this round of illness unscathed. I can’t wait for spring. Bring on the sunshine (and the outdoor play, as opposed to germy indoor spaces).

Also, if you’ve been doomscrolling and want to remain in the know about the government without feeling like your head might pop open if you hear one more upsetting thing: I follow @mosheh for news and @amandasmildtakes for commentary. Amanda is anti-Trump, but in a way that amuses instead of angers. So for those of us who don’t want our government turned over to an unelected billionaire oligarch with 13 children, who dresses like an extra in a John Wick movie, it’s a nice break.

I hope you have a lovely week. I’ll pop over between doses of Theraflu.

xo, Abra

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