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Friday, January 1, 2016

Re-Entering the Workplace After Being a SAHM (and A Couple Things I Learned in The Process)


One of the things I've always valued about Mattel was the holiday break in between Christmas and New Years. What a great way to refuel your employees. I love being home with my kids during their school break... And I love being able to fit in a much needed blog post! The ability to hit up all of the post Christmas sales doesn't suck either!

The reason I've decided to write this post is not to say, "Hey look at me, I got an awesome job..." but to encourage any woman (or man!) out there who are thinking about going back in to the work place after taking a long break to raise children. And to debunk the myth that I was just handed this job out of mid air. I want to actually explain how hard I worked to make this happen, and how every prayer I said was answered- and then more.

First off, when I decided to go back to work about 7 or 8 months ago, it is not something I did because I believed in my ability to land some amazing job back in my old field of toy design- I will touch on my mountains of insecurities soon! It was because financially we were in a place were I needed to make an income. After a lot of thought my husband was leaving his job in Santa Barbara and we weren't sure where his next job was coming from. We'd lived modestly (on a youth pastor's salary) for our 9 years of marriage, but in order to do any of the things we actually wanted to do (like family vacations or send our kids to college) we realized I really needed to start looking to get back in to a career, for immediate as well as future needs. At first, I'm not going to lie, it was a daunting thought to me for so many reasons. Although I never set out to be a SAHM, I didn't hate it. I mean, it definitely didn't come as naturally for me as some of my other mom friends, but the thought of giving it up still stung. As a flight attendant my own mom was gone a lot working to provide for us so I'll admit I had pre-conceived ideas that I'd never see my kids again if I went back to a career. On top of that I'm a Christian and we all know the Proverbs 31 woman did not go to work every day... OH WAIT, YES SHE DID. I digress... Despite so many thoughts, I forged on and began brainstorming different career paths.

*Just to touch on my party planning business, Miss Party Mom Event Planning... It was a great run. I'm sure if you've followed me for any amount of time you know how much I enjoyed it. From filming for Nickelodeon, to an article in American Baby Magazine and numerous online features across all the party sites... It was a ton of fun and gave me so much creativity while staying home with the kids. For our family though, there came a point when I needed to make real money and I will be there first to admit, party planning is a hard industry to do that in. Plus, in all transparency... The messes drove Shawn nuts. And messes/chaos/putting things away for days after throwing a party are inevitable- ask any party planner! Bottom line, I really don't know how married woman planning parties do it... It was NOT working for us anymore!*

In brainstorming different career ideas, the first thing I acknowledged was that I never disliked designing fashion dolls for Mattel...And that I've always had a place in my heart for Barbie. Landing the job when I was 20 years old, after 2 years of college was a dream come true. I'd put in a few years in high school and college interning for Mattel and after graduating with an AA in Fashion Design, I pretty much said, "Now can I have a job designing for Barbie?" and to my disbelief they interviewed me and handed me a temp position as an Associate Designer. I worked my way up to Senior Designer and left there when I was 25. I designed concepts, features and fashions for Barbie, My Scene, Mary Kate & Ashley and more. Ultimately I was young, naive (and didn't realize how good I had it) and I left to open up a clothing store with my best friend Kelsey. There are no regrets with that, opening BFF Vintage Clothing were some of the best years of my life. But in deciding to return to work, Mattel was at the top of my list.

Upon telling a hand full of people that I was looking to return to work, I started doing a little panic dance in my head where I told myself all too often, "You're not good enough. You're too old. You don't have the right skill set anymore... The industry has passed you by" and so on. Even though early on I received tons of great encouragement and advice, if anyone mentioned something I needed to brush up on, I clung to it. During this crazy time (Shawn and I were moving counties, leaving a job- i.e.: financial security, pulling our son out of a school we loved and pretty much in all of this- having a hard time in life) I began seeing a therapist in Santa Barbara. I started to tell the therapist about how when I got moved back to LA I'd like to go back to work full time in to a career, but how this-this-and this reason, prevented me from doing so. Each appointment he told me that I needed to focus on my strengths and stop dwelling on my weaknesses. He said all the therapist cliches, "You ARE enough Kenna... Let's say it together... 'I AM ENOUGH'... Do you believe that?" HA! No I didn't believe that. He'd obviously never designed a toy before. I wasn't very receptive to his positivity until he asked me to list my strengths as a toy designer and bring them in next session. So I did. "Ideation, 3D Design, Trend Forecasting, Fashion Design, etc.". I thought he was pretty much an idiot because all I could do was think about my weaknesses- how behind I was on Photoshop and Illustrator and how my drawing skills were never the best... Why couldn't we just focus on that for a minute? I would argue with him that I had let this industry pass me by and that I probably needed to go back to school and get a degree of some sort to have a chance to go back to designing fashion dolls. But instead he told me to start taking the strengths that I identified and using them to sell myself in my resume. And so I did.

As soon as we got back from our road trip and settled in to our house in LA, I began searching for a job. Every morning I devoted the first 2 hours of the day to trolling every job website I could find. Incase you're not aware, LA is the hub of the toy industry. I sent emails to old colleagues and used LinkedIn to network as much as possible. I Facebook friended anyone I knew from Mattel. I tweaked my resume for each job I applied for and wrote new cover letters with each resume- I probably had 20 different resumes at one point. Within a week of being home from the trip I had (with the help of a friend) put together an online portfolio showcasing all of my work and had announced I was back in LA and seriously looking for a job. It's times like this you figure out who will help you, who will even take the time to look your resume over and give you some advice. During this time, the previous VP of Barbie Design responded to a Facebook status I wrote about being on the job hunt. From that point until the day I landed my job, she encouraged me in my job search. She sent me every job opportunity she came across and before interviews would prep me with any advice she had for that particular company. I will always be grateful for the time she invested in me and all of the wisdom she imparted and hope one day I can do the same for someone else.

The entire process of re-establishing myself back in to a career took about 2.5 months. Even as I type that I'm like, dang... That happened quickly, lucky you. However, while I was waiting out that time... It seriously felt like an eternity. We were eating through savings and I had unbelievable anxiety. I don't wish any of it went differently because it lead me to my current position... But I did learn a few things that I want to share. The first, and most important in my opinion, is to surround yourself with people that are rooting for you and pushing you towards your goal. I started taking advice from a lot of people, anyone really. Some that took me down the wrong path (unknowing on both sides) and some that spurred me on to make another call, or send another email. I don't know if my sister even knows how huge of an encouragement she was to me during this time, but she was literally my lifeline. If I sent out a resume and they didn't get back to me she'd say, "Their loss! Anyone would be lucky to have you, you're amazing!" To this day I still think about how powerful her daily words and texts of affirmation were to me. So, if you're looking for a job- get yourself a support system, like ASAP. Find a mentor like I was lucky enough to have with my old VP. Because unless you're THE most employable human on the planet- nothing will break your spirit more than looking for a job. The rejection is intense, and often if you're sending out resumes via job finding websites.

In all the advice, welcomed and unwelcomed I had wrapped my head around 2 things, #1- everyone getting hired in the toy industry had a 4 year degree now. #2, their skill set was a heavy illustration hand and advanced graphic design skills... Neither of which I possess. So, as I mentioned I was in self-doubt mode. One thing that I had forgotten about however, was the natural ability to get shit done, which I now know isn't something that can be taught. You either have it or you don't... and thank you Jesus, I have it. If you can get someone to recognize it in you, you're beyond grateful.

After about 2 months I'd had two phone interviews, a few phone chats with recruiters, a coffee "meet-up" (I can't even call it an interview) and two actual interviews. I was at a stand still and wondering how any SAHP ever goes back to work after raising kids... I was starting to get so bitter at Corporate America because I knew I'd be an asset to the toy industry, but explaining a 9 year break was A LOT harder than I ever imagined.

I may not have had a million interviews, but I did settle on this amazing
romper as my go-to interview piece! I mean, priorities right?
Around this time I was convinced I needed to do something to up my skill set so I could up my resume. My friend and her husband came over to talk to me about next steps in the job search and after an hour, they had pulled up an online graphic design course located in LA for me to look in to. When I first saw the price, I thought there was no way in hell that was happening. But you know what they say... Sometimes you need to invest money in order to make money! I thought about it for an entire week and then I asked my mom for a loan to prevent us from tapping in to more savings. My mom has always been my biggest supporter and she was happy to help me out. I started the 3 week graphic design course, commuting every day to downtown LA, an hour and a half each way. The class was intense- certain things I picked right up, and other things were so hard I was wondering if I'd retain any of it. During the 3 weeks, I missed both of my kids first days of school as I was gone from 6:45am-6:00pm. But I was learning so much good stuff- things I had wanted to learn for literally 10 years. I updated my resume (with the help of another friend) and was working late nights to constantly upgrade my online portfolio.

Earlier I mentioned that surrounding yourself with encouraging people during your job hunt is a must. The second thing I want to touch on is taking any opportunity that comes your way. No matter how much it might seem like it'd a dead end... You never know where it might take you. This next story is going to tell you exactly why!

A couple weeks in to my graphic design class, I got an email from a Mattel email address... I stepped out of class (strict no cell phone policy!) and opened that email within 5 seconds of getting it. To my total let down it was a PR company Mattel had hired, not someone responding to my resume as I was hoping for. The email wasn't exactly "to me"... But more like to any LA "mom blogger" that blogged to the PR company's desired niche. The email simply asked if I would be interested in attending a Barbie concert at the LA Paladium in exchange for a blog post about where to purchase tickets. Because I get so many of these offers a week for anything you can think of that one does not actually need... I wrote the offer off at first. I really didn't want to drive to Downtown on a weekend after driving there to class so often. However, I couldn't stop thinking about it because it WAS a Barbie concert. So I emailed back and asked if any Mattel employees might be attending the event. I was told probably not, as the agency had been hired to put it on and Mattel employees would not be working the event. At that point I figured I'd do the blog post and get my name on the will call list and if I decided to make it, great. After a couple days I had rounded up a crew of 4 year olds and thought, hey- we're broke and this is a fun free event for me to take Birdie, my niece and another 4 year old to... WHY the heck not?

We'll get back to the concert...

By the end of my second week of class, a toy company that I had already interviewed with called me back for a 3rd interview, with their CEO. The agreed to my asking price, which was highly motivating and gave me back some of my long lost confidence. They asked me if I would be ready to accept an offer if they made one- I was thrilled. The job wasn't totally ideal because it was a crazy commute, but regardless of that, YES I was ready. I was recommended to them by my old VP who had great things to say about the company so I was willing to make the commute in order to get my foot back in the door in the toy industry. Mattel hadn't gotten back to me at this point and so I felt I had to move on from the idea of going back there.

Back to Concert Day. We got dressed to impress, met up with our friends and were ready to have a blast... We arrived to walk down a hot pink carpet with photo opps galore and drinks like "Barbie Pink Lemonade"... I was so glad I made the decision to go... Birdie and Co. seemed to be having the best day ever. Little did I know deciding to attend was maybe the smartest decision I'd ever make!



An hour in to the concert, drooling over the beautiful Zendaya and dancing our 4 year old (and thirty-something) butts off to a routine we were learning from a choreographer, I got a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to stare at my old friend and colleague, who was now the current VP of Barbie Design... And pretty much the one person in the entire world I'd want to run in to. I was literally in shock. I think I even said, "You're not supposed to be here, I asked!" which she probably thought was incredibly odd. I told her how I'd blogged for the PR agency in order to get free tickets to attend and from there we caught up on everything, including how I'd been trying to get an interview at Mattel and now was looking in to taking a job at another toy company. From there things just began to happen. A Mattel recruiter contacted me that Monday which gave me hope and anxiety all at once. I'd wrapped my head around the other job and felt really hopeful about it. Although Mattel was my first choice, I also didn't want to miss the other opportunity by waiting on Mattel.

I told the recruiter on a Monday that I had an important interview that Friday at 3pm so anything Mattel was going to do interview wise, had to be done before then. Talk about a time crunch and putting pressure on the one company you're dying to get in at!

That Friday morning around 10:00am, I accepted an offer with Mattel after interviewing with a 2 people I already knew and had the utmost respect for. I immediately called the other company and let them know I'd accepted another offer. A few people disagreed with my choice to not go to that third interview but you know what, I did what I felt was right. I was handed exactly what I wanted and to me there was no reason to go and fake interest with another company when I had what I set out to get- a job as a Project Designer for Barbie. A dream come true in my book.

For weeks (and even now) I was in awe of how things came together- I felt like I was walking on clouds, like it had to be too good to be true. I couldn't get over how God answered every prayer, down to the exact position on the exact brand. I believe He paved a way for everything to happen exactly how I desired, because He delights in giving us our desires. All the tears shed and anxiety in the process and yet the entire time I felt Him saying, "Wait on me Kenna, my timing is perfect." I recently remembered back to a low point when another toy company never got back to me after what I felt was a perfect phone interview, or the one that did and told me about the salary which was 1/2 of what I was asking. I re-discovered in this process of looking for a job again what true determination looks like and how pushing through rejection sucks big time- but is so worth it.

I've never felt more gratitude than these last few months of being back at Mattel. Jumping back in to a job that I feel I was created for... There are days I feel like I never left. And the things that used to drive me nuts about Corporate America, like meetings... I feel almost honored to get a meeting notice now. I adore my manager and ironically have had framed Barbie illustrations drawn by my Senior Director in my home for over 10 years. How amazing that the artist in our house would one day be my boss and the colleague I had a great connection to in my previous life at Mattel, would one day be my VP!

In terms of switching roles with Shawn as the financial provider of the house, we've had a pretty easy transition which has surprised me. If anything, "trading places" has given him the ability to see how staying home with the kids is an actual J.O.B. and for me to feel the pressure of being the one to earn our income... It's no joke! It's been great for us in understanding each other. Shawn's been freed up to work on his doctorate, he enjoys cooking our meals, helping with homework and taking the kids to sports and dance practice. I no longer have to stress over cooking, which I've always hated... And I'm able to get the adult stimulation I'd been missing for years. For me to get up every morning and care about being fashionable again and put makeup on... It's done wonders.

Of course, the kids miss me and there are days Cormac will say, "I wish I saw you more"... But you know what, they said that when Shawn worked full time too. It's life. Someone's got to work. Our weekends are spent as a family and I'm much more choosy about what I do in my family hours because I know it's more limited now.

The last little nugget of advice I want to give is this: love where you're at in life, don't take it for granted! I was recently at the Manhattan Beach mall on a lunch break from work and I saw this group of cute moms wrangling their toddlers near the water fountain. I just stopped and stared at them, like... Wow, how sweet is this? I wanted to walk up and say to them, "I hope you're enjoying this time because you're making me miss it"... But of course I didn't, I'm not that crazy. But you know, there are some days I do miss it. But when I had "it", all I could think about was working full time again and how I didn't want to chase the toddler in the mall anymore- I wanted to come to the mall on a lunch break... Alone. Oh irony, you're so silly! So this time of returning to the work place has taught me to be content. Happy in whatever the current situation is... Because honestly, both roles- raising kids at home or working- BOTH are equally important. Neither one is more fulfilling in my book, just different. And you have to decide which is for you, which lends more to your family dynamic... Maybe there's a few years where one role is for you, and then you switch over. It's an ebb and flow, marriage and raising children. You're constantly navigating how to make it work the best possible way.

All in all, The O'Briens are on the up and up. It's been probably the hardest year of our marriage (maybe I'll blog about that next) but we've made huge changes and persevered. I'm incredibly thankful to each and every person who helped us end 2015 on a high note... I truly hope you know who you are.

Blessings Upon You in 2016!

xoxo,
Kenna

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Hey Los Angeles... It's a Barbie Rock N' Royals Concert!


I know, I know. I put a blog out and you're thinking why the heck isn't this blog about the final days of the road trip... I've seen the comments about wanting closure on the trip and it's just so huge of a subject I can't even handle it right now. Hoping eventually I'll get to our final days on the road, what coming home was like and maybe even a blog on how to road trip the country with kids in 7.5 weeks. I'd love to get to all of those posts and if I wasn't taking a class and looking for a full time job I'd be all over it!

In the meantime... May I have a minute of your time for something far more shallow? You see, sometimes when you're "a blogger" you get offered sweet perks in exchange for blog/social media shout outs... And THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

I get lots of emails for free stuff. I even got offered one of those toilet seats with the small insert for kids in exchange for a blog post but I decided to spare you all and you're welcome. I usually say no because I don't want to bog down my readers with annoying posts on random crap... BUT. Bare with me because when I came across this I knew I had to sell out to the blogging-gods.

Think Barbie and The Rockers in 2015. If you're younger than 30 that means nothing to you. And if you're in your 30's and you didn't love Barbie and the Rockers... I probably don't even like you. Pretty much what we're talking here is Barbie Rock N' Royals, aka Barbie wishing she was still in Barbie and The Rockers, aka... Barbie Live with her homegirls in LA rocking out and being all kinds of wild and fun. I mean seriously how do you resist that when you have a 4 year old girl and used to design Barbie dolls and were slightly obsessed with Barbie and the Rockers? You can't resist that. It's a proven fact. I am the proof.

Anyway. We can't wait!! Birdie and I are gonna rock the house. 
If you decide to go too- hit me up! More info and link to purchase tickets is below! 
Thanks for getting this far in the post.
xoxo
kenna



Timed to the launch of Barbie’s new movie, Barbie in Rock ‘n Royals, which is available now, Barbie and Zendaya are encouraging kids to “Raise Their Voices” in a first of its kind experience including up-and-coming musical and dance acts!
During this rockin’ music experience, Barbie fans in the Los Angeles area will have the opportunity to:

·         LIVE performance – Enjoy songs from the movie including, “Raise Our Voices,” “What if I Shine,” and “Brand New Song” from surprise guests
·         Super Style Zone – Get rock star ready with Glamzies and Glitzies who will be providing hair jewelry and flash tattoos
·         VH1 Rock Star Zone –  Jam out with guitars, drums, flutes & more with teachers from VH1 Save The Music
·         Be Super Dance Zone – Twist and shake along with professional dance choreographers 
For tickets to the Rock ‘N Royals Concert Experience, visit http://concerts.livenation.com/event/09004EFEBA9E5712?dma_id=324. All ticket sales will benefit VH1 Save The Music.

WHEN:
Saturday, September 26
12 PM  

WHERE:

Hollywood Palladium
6215 Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, California 90028

Monday, August 12, 2013

From Mattel to Momma: The Makings of Miss Party Mom


As I'm attempting to put together a FAQ's page, I'm taking a couple of walks down memory lane to answer the questions fans have been asking me since I started Miss Party Mom. I gotta say, these walks are rather humbling... and I just feel like sharing more personally my journey to being a Momma... who is currently a party planner and party/lifestyle blogger. We all have stories and an interesting set of decisions that led us to becoming a mom, either a "working" mom or one who stays at home. Here is mine.

In High School I decided I wanted to design clothing, so I went to college for that very degree. I was that college girl who wanted a career and scoffed at the idea of children. I was a little too busy for the role of serving little needy people... I was dead set on being a fashion designer, and fashion designers care about clothing... not wiping butts.

Upon graduating I was offered a job by the company I'd been interning for since I was 17 years old... I liked the work and felt like it would be a great jumping-off point for me. I mean, fashion designers all need to start somewhere... designing for a fashion icon like Miss Barbie herself didn't seem like a bad start.

I began at Mattel as a temp employee. I was 21 and no company is dumb enough to hire a 21-year-old fresh out of college whose only other job had been bagging groceries at a grocery store. But six months later, I was moved from temp employee to Associate Designer. I was on top of the world. Designing dolls wasn't so bad actually: I was starting to travel... Business Class style and figured I could get really used to that.

Co-designer on the first line of Fairytopia
 If you knew my upbringing, our lower-middle class status...Business Class was a big deal. I'd really come quite far from my humble beginnings and I felt super proud of myself for my accomplishments. Looking back, maybe I was a bit too proud. I was working long hours to be a great designer for the world's largest toy company, and I felt like I deserved everything that was coming to me.

 After 2 years I was promoted to Senior Designer and shortly after moved over to design for My Scene, the biggest Barbie line within the company. Then came more travel, an intern, and responsibility for days... all at 23 years old. I relished in telling people what to do and how to do it, and repeating deadlines and answering emails on my....wait for it, BLACKBERRY.

My Scene by Kenna O'Brien
But this life I was so wrapped up in, was taking over my world. My world was working for Mattel. The person the job was making me, was the person I literally despised a few years earlier... someone who thrived on success and all the "things" it could bring. I had lists of these things "I NEEEEEEDED." A new car, designer jeans, new furniture, vacations, sushi (did I even like sushi?)... the never.ending.list. And not that any of this was bad in itself... but for me, when I started to look at it all together, I was actually starting to not like the person I'd become.

But when the paycheck is coming in and the bonus quickly follows, and the lifestyle is in full effect... you work to provide for the lifestyle. And so I did... I worked long hours doing something I loved: designing. I traveled to Hong Kong and London and Chicago, Texas, New York and more... all in the name of that perfect little pink plastic lady: Barbie. And I loved her. She was good to me. She gave me all of the satisfaction I was looking for as a young working adult. I loved my co-workers... I loved the pressures the job brought, and the late nights, and the crazy demands for last minute changes... I loved all of these things...

Until I didn't.

At some point after 4 years, I realized I didn't like the job as much any more... I didn't like the demands, and the never being able to turn the phone off, and the fact that all of my creative ideas were cost-reduced down to something I wasn't even proud of... and most importantly, I didn't like the woman the job had turned me into... the endless lists of "needed things" and the 2nd new(er) car. How did that even happen anyway? I never even cared about cars...

One day in early November 2005, I gave my notice at Mattel Toys... I gave a 2 week notice on a 5 year job... On a 5 year job with a salary higher than my husband and I currently make combined... On a job that sent me all over the world just "for inspiration."

Just like that, I was done. My mom cried. My co-workers were in disbelief. I felt oddly relieved. I called my best friend Kelsey from my cubicle that 2-week-notice day in November and I told her we HAD to open up a vintage clothing store with some of our own designs. I convinced friends and family I was MEANT to be a fashion designer, Barbie was just a pit stop in my master designing plan. I mean, I was successful already... why wouldn't I be successful as a store owner? {Oh Kenna... If you had only known then what you know now about yourself...} Success as a business owner is different from success as an employee... I would learn this...eventually...

My last day at Mattel, standing in front of the "goodbye" quilt that was made for me.
The clothing store lasted three years. Three years of crazy popularity (we had a Street Team, ok?) and little to zero profit... Three years full of maximum free-reign creativity, as much as I ever wanted. But it was three years full of maximum business frustration too. And not that I regret any of that time spent in that amazingly Kenna and Kelsey'd out space called BFF Vintage Clothing (get it?), but BFF was not the continuation of that creative money-making master plan I'd intended it to be. It was creative alright.... Creative and broke.

That led me to Broke Bags, my next creative bit of genius: patchwork hand bags named after my new found brokeness. Brokeness where paychecks do not roll in and a savings account for living on the wings of your dreams- does in fact run dry. When you go from ordering a Starbucks every morning (yes, you know- that order) to suddenly serving up that order as a barista... well, it's humbling. Big time humbling, run-to-the-back-and-hide-if-you-saw-an-old-co-worker-humbling. I was starting to learn one thing- being a business woman is a whole other game than being a creative genius. And I wasn't winning it.

A newly opened BFF, Christmas 2005
We had bands who would come play... we made the most out of that space. Broke and all, it was our little dream store.


Fast forward to getting married (read it if you haven't) and moving up to Orcutt, CA for my husband's job. I took my vintage clothing sales to Etsy- because hello- I could totally make Etsy work... Well if $20 a week is "working" then I was indeed, killing it...

And because $20 wasn't quite cutting it, I started waitressing at the local breakfast restaurant in our new town. Usually if you're creative, you're not exactly left brained... and let me tell you- waitressing takes a fair amount of the left brain. So not only was I a new waitress, I was a sucky one {and still am a lot of days}.

I remember a "regular" telling me it wasn't too late for me to go to school so I could find a career. Ouch. I felt like explaining myself... but I didn't. I couldn't. Waitressing was/is even more humbling work than Starbucks- serving people all day with a smile; it's not as easy as it looks (and yes, I always thought it looked easy). In the course of a few years I went from sending interns to fetch a vanilla latte, to explaining to people that we don't have a latte machine, only coffee, and yes I can bring some over- asap...

Fast forward to motherhood with a son in 2009 and a daughter in 2011. As some of you know- nothing in life will humble you the way becoming a mother does. No amount of pouring coffee can compare to the job of being Mom. There are days I feel like I can't possibly have a child ask me for another juice or to build another Lego house. There are days I wonder where my intern is and why isn't she changing my daughter's diaper... there are days I literally feel like I need to be back working and making money and bossing people around... I miss telling people what to do and them doing it. Interns begging for a shot at anything Barbie don't say "NO!" or, "I don't want to!"...no, that's what kids say to their stressed out moms.

My old friend Erika recently reminded me that I might just hate working again, the responsibility and the constant demand. And she's right, I'm sure I would. I did once. But, there are still days I wish I had it all back and I wish these kids would just get their own juice... and not spill it for once...

I am trying to work on being content... which I'm terrible at. I want to want to be 100%  Momma... but in my inner being I want to be 100% Miss Party Mom too. I want immediate success for MPM now. I want to work from home blogging and planning events... and being a mom. I want it all. I check my financials on the blog daily, I wonder how I have not had more visitors today or more people calling and asking for parties. I keep wondering why I am still waitressing. I mean, I am a Party Planner... and a Blogger... people actually read my words...

And then I go and serve them coffee.


Contentment. It's so hard for me.

I have to remind myself that more important than ever being successful again in the future, is the fact that I am a Mom right now. And while I may not be churning my own organic peanut butter or dreaming of home schooling my kids... I am happy to be able to stay home with them while fulfilling some of the creative desires in my soul.

And if one day I make a living at MPM, I hope I will never revert back to the lists and unnecessary car and the sushi... because I don't even really like sushi... There's something about being very middle class that keeps your "needs" list short and your "wants" list shorter... there's something about that I think I understand now.

So who knows, Miss Party Mom, it looks like we'll just have to wait it out and see... and in the mean time, be a creative {content} Momma. It's something to strive for.

xo Party or Die xo
kenna



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