Chapter 29

• Between the end of my pole dancing career, the pregnancy scare, and running interference between Ava and her dad, I’m making virtually no progress on my sex bucket list, unless you count going to the gynecologist for birth control. I’m a doer, a planner. I set my sights on things and tackle them. It’s what I do. It’s in my DNA. It bums me out I’m not making progress. Sure, I’ve had some opportunities, but nothing’s felt right.
• I find myself alone and restless working from home. With the kids gone, I decided to head into the Atlanta office before Ryan brings them home tomorrow. I’ve got meetings and paperwork for days, and it’s easier just to knock it all out in the office. Besides, I haven’t been in at all since I hurt my foot. Between that and my period, I didn’t feel like traveling. This is a perk of it being my family’s company. But my period is over, and I’m starting to go crazy. Time to get my butt into the office.
• No shoe was covering my swollen foot, so I’m in flip-flops. They’re cute, Kate Spade, and stolen out of my daughter’s closet. They’re also completely inappropriate for work, but I have no choice. When I arrive, the main receptionist informs me that the elevators are down so I will have to take the stairs.