I'm thinking about deleting this blog...mainly because I don't post enough and would like to get rid of the nagging feeling in my head that I should. But also because although I'm not paranoid, maybe it would be better to have less public info out there about myself...and I could always take it up on Facebook.
But then I saved it and was looking at some of my posts from 2005 and got nostalgic. I love writing...even if it's just my ol' blather. So, let me know if you enjoy it...silence will be interpreted as a no.
Love,
Moosie.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Keeping Score
I've learned over the years that no one is as hard on me as I am on myself. (Or if they are, they aren't talking to me about it.)
In case you thought maternity leave was some kind of extended vacation, I'd like to share part of my list of things to get done...I keep saying I had 600 things to do and only did 400.
Have baby...check
Send out birth announcements...ordered last day of maternity leave (3 months after birth)
Update will to include new baby...draft of will sitting next to me on desk
Attend sister's wedding...check
Purchase amazing and thoughtful present for sister's wedding...does money count?
Potty train 3 year old...mostly
Sell truck for more practical family car...not until October
Take baby to baby yoga class...no
Gather up unneeded baby stuff for consigning...several attempts, no go
Send thank you notes...yes!
Return all dishes from meals...I think so.
Send photos to grandparents...some, but could send more
Plan memorable birthday party for 3 year old...no, but he celebrated for weeks with various family members.
File giant stacks of paper...sort of -- it keeps accumulating
Sort hall closet...yes
Make baby's room presentable in case magazine wants to shoot nursery for cover ...no, still covered in blankets and clothes and by no definition "coordinated"
Put photos of baby in frames for desk at work...no, frames sit empty at my right elbow
Well, that's enough flogging for one night. We do what we can and if it doesn't get done, I guess it wasn't that important. Luckily my husband has the same level of required cleanliness as me and today we did a bunch of things that had been lagging.
Do I have two wonderful healthy sons? yes
Do I continue to have a happy marriage? yes
Am I lucky to have a job I enjoy where my talents are appreciated? yes
I guess that's all I can ask. Blessings!
In case you thought maternity leave was some kind of extended vacation, I'd like to share part of my list of things to get done...I keep saying I had 600 things to do and only did 400.
Have baby...check
Send out birth announcements...ordered last day of maternity leave (3 months after birth)
Update will to include new baby...draft of will sitting next to me on desk
Attend sister's wedding...check
Purchase amazing and thoughtful present for sister's wedding...does money count?
Potty train 3 year old...mostly
Sell truck for more practical family car...not until October
Take baby to baby yoga class...no
Gather up unneeded baby stuff for consigning...several attempts, no go
Send thank you notes...yes!
Return all dishes from meals...I think so.
Send photos to grandparents...some, but could send more
Plan memorable birthday party for 3 year old...no, but he celebrated for weeks with various family members.
File giant stacks of paper...sort of -- it keeps accumulating
Sort hall closet...yes
Make baby's room presentable in case magazine wants to shoot nursery for cover ...no, still covered in blankets and clothes and by no definition "coordinated"
Put photos of baby in frames for desk at work...no, frames sit empty at my right elbow
Well, that's enough flogging for one night. We do what we can and if it doesn't get done, I guess it wasn't that important. Luckily my husband has the same level of required cleanliness as me and today we did a bunch of things that had been lagging.
Do I have two wonderful healthy sons? yes
Do I continue to have a happy marriage? yes
Am I lucky to have a job I enjoy where my talents are appreciated? yes
I guess that's all I can ask. Blessings!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Equality
I was just watching Obama's speech at the Human Rights Campaign dinner (I'd always wondered what those blue and yellow equals signs were for) and one line really struck me.
The idea that something is a hate crime because it's intention is to warn, threaten or oppress others. I've often heard people say "If you murder anyone, it's probably because you hate them..."so why expand the definition? Because what certain crimes say is...if you are gay like this guy, you could be next. If you are black like this guy, you could be next. If you are X, you could be next because we don't particularly care for Xs around here.
I was in college and thinking the US was a pretty progressive place, when Matthew Shepard was tied to a fence, tortured and beaten and left to die. That was right around the time when James Byrd was dragging to death by a truck. Some of my idealism was crushed -- how could these things happen in a modern America?
Someone I work with was making fun of my Women's Studies minor, and here's what I'll say about the value of it for me: it taught me to step out of my own shoes and think about how life might be different for other people. I truly appreciate what I have, but part of that must also mean looking at the privileges I have as a middle class, educated, white professional woman.
And even then, I still have a few disadvantages being a woman. Yesterday my hairdresser was telling me that the number of women raped each year is down: down to 89,000. Nearly 90,000 women are physically violated and that's an improvement? What a sad thing to consider. Even sadder: those are just the ones that are reported. Surely, that statistics makes you a little nervous if you are a woman, right? If the intention of rape was to keep women in line and afraid (which it can be but isn't always,) would you consider it a hate crime?
So, for as far as we have come, there is still farther to go. And some of the most important work is not with those who agree with us, but with those who think we have finished the work of making this a more equal society. So, raise your voice with me and don't tolerate the people who say that it's a special interest to want the rights of gays, racial minorities, or women to be considered basic human rights -- that's what they are, and that's what they have been forever.
The idea that something is a hate crime because it's intention is to warn, threaten or oppress others. I've often heard people say "If you murder anyone, it's probably because you hate them..."so why expand the definition? Because what certain crimes say is...if you are gay like this guy, you could be next. If you are black like this guy, you could be next. If you are X, you could be next because we don't particularly care for Xs around here.
I was in college and thinking the US was a pretty progressive place, when Matthew Shepard was tied to a fence, tortured and beaten and left to die. That was right around the time when James Byrd was dragging to death by a truck. Some of my idealism was crushed -- how could these things happen in a modern America?
Someone I work with was making fun of my Women's Studies minor, and here's what I'll say about the value of it for me: it taught me to step out of my own shoes and think about how life might be different for other people. I truly appreciate what I have, but part of that must also mean looking at the privileges I have as a middle class, educated, white professional woman.
And even then, I still have a few disadvantages being a woman. Yesterday my hairdresser was telling me that the number of women raped each year is down: down to 89,000. Nearly 90,000 women are physically violated and that's an improvement? What a sad thing to consider. Even sadder: those are just the ones that are reported. Surely, that statistics makes you a little nervous if you are a woman, right? If the intention of rape was to keep women in line and afraid (which it can be but isn't always,) would you consider it a hate crime?
So, for as far as we have come, there is still farther to go. And some of the most important work is not with those who agree with us, but with those who think we have finished the work of making this a more equal society. So, raise your voice with me and don't tolerate the people who say that it's a special interest to want the rights of gays, racial minorities, or women to be considered basic human rights -- that's what they are, and that's what they have been forever.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Opinions of Strangers
Now that I've had a bit to think on it, I think a lot of my issues with judgment (see last post) have to do with the opinions of strangers.
I realized that while on maternity leave, I spent all of my time with baby (and sometimes toddler) in tow...leaving myself open to all kinds of conversations about kids. Now, I love talking to strangers, I really do. I've had many rewarding conversations in shops, in line at the grocery store or carting my lil ones to the Farmer's Market. But let me give you an example of stranger comments:
It's the morning of our neighborhood garage sale and we have a card table set up at the end of the driveway. It's chilly because we got up pretty darn early to beat the early birds. C eats oatmeal on the front porch. I read the paper and drink my tea, K is in his car seat. As the morning goes on, we get some lookers and help our neighbor set up her stuff. I move K to the front carrier, aka the Baby Bjorn. C gets bored and plays with the neighbor kids, who want to go into the backyard. I go in the house to let the dogs in from the yard and before I can do that, three little boys open the gate and one of the dogs runs out. This would probably not be such a big deal except that our other neighbors have just taken their male dogs out for oa walk on leashes. For non-dog people: a loose dog among leashes is a mess. By the time I get back the sidewalk, there are three entangled and snarly dogs. I grab her collar twice before I get her back towards our yard and our neighbor helps put her in.
I'm standing at the card table, pulse pounding, relieved that the scene with the dogs is done, and a woman comes over. And she says: It's none of my business but....(wait for it...) your baby should really be wearing a hat.
Seriously? After I just extricated a snarling bulldog from two others on my front lawn, with the baby strapped to my chest? That is what you are worried about?
Ha!
Oh, and there's lots of other stuff, but basically I think it's harder because strangers only see you in the moment that you are present before them. They don't know you and for some reason this makes it harder for me to take their innocuous comments. Because, aren't we the sum of our parts? And our friends know that we are having a bad day maybe, and our neighbors know we usually keep our cool, but things happen. But strangers size you up and decide to intrude or sometimes they are very helpful.
Here's another story: I foolishly took my two kids to the Famer's Market one Saturday when it was too hot to be reasonable. But, that's what I've done and stubbornly thought that having a toddler and an infant shouldn't change that. So we got in line at the drink stand and my toddler in the stroller begins to have a meltdown. His drink and his shirt are destined for a clash...and a woman in line near me finds him a straw. She smiles at him endearingly even though he is scowling at her. Then she goes back and gets him a lid, as I try to pay the overwhelmed cashier. And, instead of telling me the obvious which is that it's too hot for us to be out there, she says something nice, like "Aren't you lucky to have two great kids?" and leaves me melting and sheepish for being frustrated.
So, there's both sides of the story -- feel free to share your own story!
I realized that while on maternity leave, I spent all of my time with baby (and sometimes toddler) in tow...leaving myself open to all kinds of conversations about kids. Now, I love talking to strangers, I really do. I've had many rewarding conversations in shops, in line at the grocery store or carting my lil ones to the Farmer's Market. But let me give you an example of stranger comments:
It's the morning of our neighborhood garage sale and we have a card table set up at the end of the driveway. It's chilly because we got up pretty darn early to beat the early birds. C eats oatmeal on the front porch. I read the paper and drink my tea, K is in his car seat. As the morning goes on, we get some lookers and help our neighbor set up her stuff. I move K to the front carrier, aka the Baby Bjorn. C gets bored and plays with the neighbor kids, who want to go into the backyard. I go in the house to let the dogs in from the yard and before I can do that, three little boys open the gate and one of the dogs runs out. This would probably not be such a big deal except that our other neighbors have just taken their male dogs out for oa walk on leashes. For non-dog people: a loose dog among leashes is a mess. By the time I get back the sidewalk, there are three entangled and snarly dogs. I grab her collar twice before I get her back towards our yard and our neighbor helps put her in.
I'm standing at the card table, pulse pounding, relieved that the scene with the dogs is done, and a woman comes over. And she says: It's none of my business but....(wait for it...) your baby should really be wearing a hat.
Seriously? After I just extricated a snarling bulldog from two others on my front lawn, with the baby strapped to my chest? That is what you are worried about?
Ha!
Oh, and there's lots of other stuff, but basically I think it's harder because strangers only see you in the moment that you are present before them. They don't know you and for some reason this makes it harder for me to take their innocuous comments. Because, aren't we the sum of our parts? And our friends know that we are having a bad day maybe, and our neighbors know we usually keep our cool, but things happen. But strangers size you up and decide to intrude or sometimes they are very helpful.
Here's another story: I foolishly took my two kids to the Famer's Market one Saturday when it was too hot to be reasonable. But, that's what I've done and stubbornly thought that having a toddler and an infant shouldn't change that. So we got in line at the drink stand and my toddler in the stroller begins to have a meltdown. His drink and his shirt are destined for a clash...and a woman in line near me finds him a straw. She smiles at him endearingly even though he is scowling at her. Then she goes back and gets him a lid, as I try to pay the overwhelmed cashier. And, instead of telling me the obvious which is that it's too hot for us to be out there, she says something nice, like "Aren't you lucky to have two great kids?" and leaves me melting and sheepish for being frustrated.
So, there's both sides of the story -- feel free to share your own story!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Judgment
Although I am an ENTJ, and a notorious judger, one of the hardest things about being a parent is the judgment of others. As a recent book title states: Hell is other Parents. I have often said at work, "You are always being judged, just get used to it and expect it."
But, as a parent, it's a different story. You are doing it not with some corporate goal in mind, but only with one other person as your advisor. You are doing the best you can, and even then not always meeting the expectations you've set for yourself along the way. And there are so many ways to parent, and you need to match them to your kid and your situation.
You might be surprised, if you are not a parent, how many options there are out there, and how definitive people are about the option they chose. It's as if doing something other than they chose is an inditement of their parenting...when in reality it's just you choosing something else. For example, I have a friend who is going to use cloth diapers for her baby. The reactions she's gotten from people have been mild to downright rude. No one is saying that you have to use them or that if you don't you are a bad person. I can't believe how many people have told her that she will fail at this. Good thing it's made her more obstinate rather than made her doubt her decision. She's admirably done her research...she's gotten the best stuff, done test runs, bought the can liners, the rinser, the travel bag, etc.
Or, pre-school -- when to go, where to go, what's the best thing to look for. Since every kid is different, there's a different "right" place for him or her to go. But, among moms, there's a bit of competition for who can get in where, and what they pay and surprisingly, the cache of 1/2 day preschool because if you can pick them up, you must have a flexible job schedule.
Another example is staying home -- quite the social quicksand. I've found being home on leave very interesting, to see the subculture of people who are home during the day. But, I've also gotten a lot of judgment for not having my 3 year old home with me during this time. I should just get a shirt printed that says "They have different needs and I don't want to be unfair to either of them." I am lucky to be able to provide what each of them needs at this time...stimulation and a structure for the toddler and comfort and flexibility for the newborn.
But then, I shouldn't be so hard on other parents, because at least they have some understanding about how hard this all is, even if they are defensive. It's the people who say "just bring him along!" without understanding that our lunch will be ruined by a three year old and a baby...one of them will be unhappy at any given moment and I won't be able to concentrate on anything they are saying. Or the insensitive mindset of SOME people without kids...the best revenge is that they may someday truly understand why what they thought is off the mark.
NEW IMPROVED CONCLUSION: So, I'm really asking for some Parental Judgment Amnesty from other parents. Surely our energy can be better spent on our own kids, because parenting is not a competition. No one wins. The only success is being proud of your own grown kids (and I would add, getting them out of the house for good.) Let's give each other the benefit of the doubt that we are doing our best and the day we see someone losing their cool might just be one bad day. And, if your kid can say 100 words and mine can say 10, that's OK. And if yours can walk up the stairs on her own and mine can't yet, that's OK. And, if my kids are wearing the same outfits this week, don't judge me.
I think everyone should have the right to point their resources in a certain direction. You may think organic food is really important, but I might think that music appreciation is what I want for my kids. Don't judge me careless when I don't mind my kid's picture in the paper -- I may have a good reason that you just don't agree with. So, given limited time, energy and money, we all have to make choices. And given the limitless possibilities of what our kids may need, let's cut each other some slack!
But, as a parent, it's a different story. You are doing it not with some corporate goal in mind, but only with one other person as your advisor. You are doing the best you can, and even then not always meeting the expectations you've set for yourself along the way. And there are so many ways to parent, and you need to match them to your kid and your situation.
You might be surprised, if you are not a parent, how many options there are out there, and how definitive people are about the option they chose. It's as if doing something other than they chose is an inditement of their parenting...when in reality it's just you choosing something else. For example, I have a friend who is going to use cloth diapers for her baby. The reactions she's gotten from people have been mild to downright rude. No one is saying that you have to use them or that if you don't you are a bad person. I can't believe how many people have told her that she will fail at this. Good thing it's made her more obstinate rather than made her doubt her decision. She's admirably done her research...she's gotten the best stuff, done test runs, bought the can liners, the rinser, the travel bag, etc.
Or, pre-school -- when to go, where to go, what's the best thing to look for. Since every kid is different, there's a different "right" place for him or her to go. But, among moms, there's a bit of competition for who can get in where, and what they pay and surprisingly, the cache of 1/2 day preschool because if you can pick them up, you must have a flexible job schedule.
Another example is staying home -- quite the social quicksand. I've found being home on leave very interesting, to see the subculture of people who are home during the day. But, I've also gotten a lot of judgment for not having my 3 year old home with me during this time. I should just get a shirt printed that says "They have different needs and I don't want to be unfair to either of them." I am lucky to be able to provide what each of them needs at this time...stimulation and a structure for the toddler and comfort and flexibility for the newborn.
But then, I shouldn't be so hard on other parents, because at least they have some understanding about how hard this all is, even if they are defensive. It's the people who say "just bring him along!" without understanding that our lunch will be ruined by a three year old and a baby...one of them will be unhappy at any given moment and I won't be able to concentrate on anything they are saying. Or the insensitive mindset of SOME people without kids...the best revenge is that they may someday truly understand why what they thought is off the mark.
NEW IMPROVED CONCLUSION: So, I'm really asking for some Parental Judgment Amnesty from other parents. Surely our energy can be better spent on our own kids, because parenting is not a competition. No one wins. The only success is being proud of your own grown kids (and I would add, getting them out of the house for good.) Let's give each other the benefit of the doubt that we are doing our best and the day we see someone losing their cool might just be one bad day. And, if your kid can say 100 words and mine can say 10, that's OK. And if yours can walk up the stairs on her own and mine can't yet, that's OK. And, if my kids are wearing the same outfits this week, don't judge me.
I think everyone should have the right to point their resources in a certain direction. You may think organic food is really important, but I might think that music appreciation is what I want for my kids. Don't judge me careless when I don't mind my kid's picture in the paper -- I may have a good reason that you just don't agree with. So, given limited time, energy and money, we all have to make choices. And given the limitless possibilities of what our kids may need, let's cut each other some slack!
What do you do on Maternity Leave?
This is an interesting question. I'm not sure that many people understand it...and sometimes I've wondered it myself -- what should I be doing with all this time? I hesitate to say "time off" because that's not what it is. If anything, it is assuredly "time on." But, I think different people do different things. Here's what it's been like for me.
Week 1: Disorienting day / night schedule, recovering from labor and managing aches, pain, dealing with bodily fluids, working on getting to know your newborn, receiving lots of good wishes.
Week 2: Schedule still totally screwed up, but physically feeling back to normal (a good reason not to get the epidural...quicker recovery time.) Writing thank you notes for gifts and meals, accepting more and writing more notes. Milk management. I started pumping for the babysitter back then, after learning my lesson last time.
Week 3: Feeling more ambitious, get out and do some shopping, go to breast feeding support group at the hospital, start talking to other moms, lots of email. Starting to feel right-side up again.
Week 4: Take pictures, reorganize nursery to fit what you actually do in there, wash new clothes that people have given the baby, buy more diapers, wonder where the time has gone.
Week 5: Feel more confident, take the baby places, get some time on your own like going to the library or getting a haircut. Get back into routine with toddler and husband and pick up more of what I used to do -- babysitter pick up, grocery shopping, etc.
Week 6: It's crazy to think that I went back to work at this benchmark last time. Things are just, JUST! getting manageable. Still plagued by mood ups and downs...get a burst of energy and then do too much and collapse.
Week 7-10: In my case, take a crazy 10 day interstate trip...but how many times does your sister get married? Plus, recovery time...we needed a lot.
Weeks 10-12: That's where I am now, transitioning back to work, and it's a good pace. I miss work...for many reasons. The baby is doing well and I don't feel guilty leaving him for a few hours at a time. He's happy.
Week 12 +: We shall see. I am greatly looking forward to everyone being on a regular schedule. I'm sure that will have ups and downs, but at least we'll know where everyone needs to be.
Week 1: Disorienting day / night schedule, recovering from labor and managing aches, pain, dealing with bodily fluids, working on getting to know your newborn, receiving lots of good wishes.
Week 2: Schedule still totally screwed up, but physically feeling back to normal (a good reason not to get the epidural...quicker recovery time.) Writing thank you notes for gifts and meals, accepting more and writing more notes. Milk management. I started pumping for the babysitter back then, after learning my lesson last time.
Week 3: Feeling more ambitious, get out and do some shopping, go to breast feeding support group at the hospital, start talking to other moms, lots of email. Starting to feel right-side up again.
Week 4: Take pictures, reorganize nursery to fit what you actually do in there, wash new clothes that people have given the baby, buy more diapers, wonder where the time has gone.
Week 5: Feel more confident, take the baby places, get some time on your own like going to the library or getting a haircut. Get back into routine with toddler and husband and pick up more of what I used to do -- babysitter pick up, grocery shopping, etc.
Week 6: It's crazy to think that I went back to work at this benchmark last time. Things are just, JUST! getting manageable. Still plagued by mood ups and downs...get a burst of energy and then do too much and collapse.
Week 7-10: In my case, take a crazy 10 day interstate trip...but how many times does your sister get married? Plus, recovery time...we needed a lot.
Weeks 10-12: That's where I am now, transitioning back to work, and it's a good pace. I miss work...for many reasons. The baby is doing well and I don't feel guilty leaving him for a few hours at a time. He's happy.
Week 12 +: We shall see. I am greatly looking forward to everyone being on a regular schedule. I'm sure that will have ups and downs, but at least we'll know where everyone needs to be.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Time Is
I found this poem in a book of graces while looking for inspiration:
"Time is:
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is eternity
Hours fly, flowers die
New days, new ways pass by
Love stays."
--Henry Van Dyke
Besides liking the love part, it reminds me that time is relative. I am in a weird maternity leave limbo where time has flown by since Munchkin 2 was born (he needs his own name...Muncher?) but also that some days go by so slow. Just load of laundry after load, trash can full of diapers emptied and filled and emptied, sleep and wake, eat and drink, begin again each day. I've been feeling a little foggy and no doubt that is an effect of my bizarre sleep schedule.
Everyone (mostly people I run into while shopping) says that this time is precious and it flies by. There are moments that I quite enjoy, like holding my baby close and cuddling and kissing him. Wondering about who he will be and watching him grow. We got our first real smiles this week, the kind where you can tell its because he sees you. There are many wonderous things.
But, parenthood is hard job, and some parts I wish would pass more quickly. Potty training for example -- there are few things I loathe more. Trying to get a small person to do what you want and the more he senses your urgency, the less interested he is! (oh, what the hell...) Colin seems to be on to us...that we need him to be potty trained to start preschool...and he's milking it for all the chocolate / toys / attention he can get. Plus, potty training (obviously) involves bodily fluids and cleaning them up. Even if they do get in the right place, they don't always make it 100%. Nothing like watching your son dip handtowels in the toilet to wipe poop off the seat.
I went in to work yesterday and it was amazing how many things that I honestly haven't given one thought just popped back in there -- projects I was working on, people I know, details about different topics. All still in the old noggin. And so work time is a different kind of time altogether. When you are busy, it goes fast. That's how I like it. Even if it's a little crazy sometimes. Nothing is worse than a day that drags on...you go to get your sixth cup of tea and its still own 2 o'clock.
I really enjoy my work so I am really lucky. I enjoy my kids too, but parenting is much harder. I've had less practice and there are so many unexpected things to keep me on my toes. Like, is it safe for that much milk to come out of his nose? (the baby, not the toddler) And, Colin has been announcing to people that the baby came out of my butt...should I let this go or correct him? (for now, letting it go.) And, when a spider is found in the bathroom is it more humane to kill it, let it go or put it in the heating vent? (2 year old decided on vent.)
And, in terms of other time, my life now is focused on the present. I am really trying not to focus on the uncertainties of the future. What kind of time mode are you in?
"Time is:
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is eternity
Hours fly, flowers die
New days, new ways pass by
Love stays."
--Henry Van Dyke
Besides liking the love part, it reminds me that time is relative. I am in a weird maternity leave limbo where time has flown by since Munchkin 2 was born (he needs his own name...Muncher?) but also that some days go by so slow. Just load of laundry after load, trash can full of diapers emptied and filled and emptied, sleep and wake, eat and drink, begin again each day. I've been feeling a little foggy and no doubt that is an effect of my bizarre sleep schedule.
Everyone (mostly people I run into while shopping) says that this time is precious and it flies by. There are moments that I quite enjoy, like holding my baby close and cuddling and kissing him. Wondering about who he will be and watching him grow. We got our first real smiles this week, the kind where you can tell its because he sees you. There are many wonderous things.
But, parenthood is hard job, and some parts I wish would pass more quickly. Potty training for example -- there are few things I loathe more. Trying to get a small person to do what you want and the more he senses your urgency, the less interested he is! (oh, what the hell...) Colin seems to be on to us...that we need him to be potty trained to start preschool...and he's milking it for all the chocolate / toys / attention he can get. Plus, potty training (obviously) involves bodily fluids and cleaning them up. Even if they do get in the right place, they don't always make it 100%. Nothing like watching your son dip handtowels in the toilet to wipe poop off the seat.
I went in to work yesterday and it was amazing how many things that I honestly haven't given one thought just popped back in there -- projects I was working on, people I know, details about different topics. All still in the old noggin. And so work time is a different kind of time altogether. When you are busy, it goes fast. That's how I like it. Even if it's a little crazy sometimes. Nothing is worse than a day that drags on...you go to get your sixth cup of tea and its still own 2 o'clock.
I really enjoy my work so I am really lucky. I enjoy my kids too, but parenting is much harder. I've had less practice and there are so many unexpected things to keep me on my toes. Like, is it safe for that much milk to come out of his nose? (the baby, not the toddler) And, Colin has been announcing to people that the baby came out of my butt...should I let this go or correct him? (for now, letting it go.) And, when a spider is found in the bathroom is it more humane to kill it, let it go or put it in the heating vent? (2 year old decided on vent.)
And, in terms of other time, my life now is focused on the present. I am really trying not to focus on the uncertainties of the future. What kind of time mode are you in?
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