Happy Birthday Helen!
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
/wrist
I get it, trust me I do. You're down...you don't like something about your life. Hey, we all go through it. We all need to vent and facebook seems the ideal location because maybe you figure you can get support from your friends. But there's just some issues I see that are typical and happen to a lot of people...except me. I keep seeing these issues over and over and they really want to make me /wrist.
So you know what? This is my response to these issues.
I don't give a rats ass that you have no money for a new Ipad/Iphone/other electronic doo-hickey. Maybe if you didn't buy all that crap in that house of yours that now makes you miserable because it's cluttering every nook and cranny you would have some money leftover for things you truly want. I don't care if you got that on sale. You realize it's cheap and going to break within a few weeks of use by your kids right? Oh but it was on sale....SO WHAT?! Twenty bucks of sale stuff here and twenty bucks of sale stuff there amounts to a lot of twenty dollar broken sale items in your house. I don't care what bargain you found today because it's just wasted money and you have an addiction. Seek help.
Stop posting crap about how your kids are fed and happy and that's why your house hasn't been cleaned in a decade. If you don't get to vacuuming this week, don't beat yourself up. If you're pulling laundry out of the dryer to put on your kids and yourself...hey...life could be worse right? But don't use your family as an excuse to be an outright pig. I don't care what study shows that a dirty house raises a healthy child. Having salmonella and e coli camping out everywhere may not make you sick but I bet you have people over to your house and they could get sick. If you don't care about yourself enough to clean that's just fine, but other people are on this planet besides you. Get used to it, there's now 7 billion others.
Your kid has annoying habit X, Y or Z. Maybe this means your kid sleeps with you, maybe this means your kid doesn't eat veggies, whatever it is I only have one thing to say. Grow a pair and be a parent. Don't give me this crap that you can't bear to hear your child cry when you put them in bed or that you will emotionally traumatize them by doing so. Parenting is about giving your children the tools to succeed. Do you really think a cranky, sleepy child can learn? Do you really think a cranky, sleep adult can teach their child effectively? Do you think the human body was built to only consume pizza and ramen noodles? You need to keep trying and don't give up because they will remember when you did. You're a role model, not a runway model...so stop whining like one.
I struggle with all this too. I get it, trust me I do. Just please don't cross the line and propagate your misery.
So you know what? This is my response to these issues.
I don't give a rats ass that you have no money for a new Ipad/Iphone/other electronic doo-hickey. Maybe if you didn't buy all that crap in that house of yours that now makes you miserable because it's cluttering every nook and cranny you would have some money leftover for things you truly want. I don't care if you got that on sale. You realize it's cheap and going to break within a few weeks of use by your kids right? Oh but it was on sale....SO WHAT?! Twenty bucks of sale stuff here and twenty bucks of sale stuff there amounts to a lot of twenty dollar broken sale items in your house. I don't care what bargain you found today because it's just wasted money and you have an addiction. Seek help.
Stop posting crap about how your kids are fed and happy and that's why your house hasn't been cleaned in a decade. If you don't get to vacuuming this week, don't beat yourself up. If you're pulling laundry out of the dryer to put on your kids and yourself...hey...life could be worse right? But don't use your family as an excuse to be an outright pig. I don't care what study shows that a dirty house raises a healthy child. Having salmonella and e coli camping out everywhere may not make you sick but I bet you have people over to your house and they could get sick. If you don't care about yourself enough to clean that's just fine, but other people are on this planet besides you. Get used to it, there's now 7 billion others.
Your kid has annoying habit X, Y or Z. Maybe this means your kid sleeps with you, maybe this means your kid doesn't eat veggies, whatever it is I only have one thing to say. Grow a pair and be a parent. Don't give me this crap that you can't bear to hear your child cry when you put them in bed or that you will emotionally traumatize them by doing so. Parenting is about giving your children the tools to succeed. Do you really think a cranky, sleepy child can learn? Do you really think a cranky, sleep adult can teach their child effectively? Do you think the human body was built to only consume pizza and ramen noodles? You need to keep trying and don't give up because they will remember when you did. You're a role model, not a runway model...so stop whining like one.
I struggle with all this too. I get it, trust me I do. Just please don't cross the line and propagate your misery.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Me, Myself and ... who are you again?
I keep telling myself that blogging is silly and a waste of my time.
So let's fill up this space shall we?!
In this journey of stay-at-home-mom-hood I have learned only one thing. Everything changes, even yourself. Sometimes I don't recognize the face in the mirror anymore and the other times I don't recognize it at all because I don't bother looking in the mirror. I'm lazy like that in the mornings now. Showers are a crime of opportunity. The house and all that is in it is my domain now. I try to escape it as often as possible.
On the other hand I have found time to discover some new loves in my life. I've always loved kitchen science and have begun experimenting more with my slow cooker. Pork + milk + orange rinds + cinnamon stick == yummy food. I make my own yogurt and while the two littlest members of the family shun all my concoctions my husband assures me they are delicious. And I believe him because husbands never lie. I love knitting. Wait, I should rewind on that one. I love making something with my hands and knitting seemed to be something not only hand made but useful too. Through knitting I've made some great new friends who love to knit too!
Somehow, life without a job this time around turned out OK. In fact I'd say more than OK since I get to cuddle my kids when I want to now.
Go me.
So let's fill up this space shall we?!
In this journey of stay-at-home-mom-hood I have learned only one thing. Everything changes, even yourself. Sometimes I don't recognize the face in the mirror anymore and the other times I don't recognize it at all because I don't bother looking in the mirror. I'm lazy like that in the mornings now. Showers are a crime of opportunity. The house and all that is in it is my domain now. I try to escape it as often as possible.
On the other hand I have found time to discover some new loves in my life. I've always loved kitchen science and have begun experimenting more with my slow cooker. Pork + milk + orange rinds + cinnamon stick == yummy food. I make my own yogurt and while the two littlest members of the family shun all my concoctions my husband assures me they are delicious. And I believe him because husbands never lie. I love knitting. Wait, I should rewind on that one. I love making something with my hands and knitting seemed to be something not only hand made but useful too. Through knitting I've made some great new friends who love to knit too!
Somehow, life without a job this time around turned out OK. In fact I'd say more than OK since I get to cuddle my kids when I want to now.
Go me.
Friday, June 10, 2011
I quit!
I quit my job this week. We've got some things worked out but not everything. I have this feeling that I can't go home, but I can't stay here.
Welcome to limbo. Pull up a chair, stay awhile.
Welcome to limbo. Pull up a chair, stay awhile.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The decision to not make a decision is still a decision
As I drop my kids off at daycare I'm met with the lower lip quiver and tears. This turns into pure, unadulterated guilt and I turn around and dash towards the car, hoping and praying that what the daycare lady tells me is true that in 5 minutes he'll be fine. I tell myself daycare is good for them and some days I actually believe it because they return to me happy, well-fed and slightly coated in something that I can never really remove from their clothes.
This is how things go right? This is the norm now, mommy has a career and so does daddy. There's things to plan for, retirement, college tuition, car insurance for single white males under the age of 25. I go through my day working on things that at the end of the year when I write my review don't seem to have the same glossy shine of importance that they did when I did them. Maybe tomorrow will be better. The kids will get older and they'll understand more. Parents just need some "me" time. Work is good for the soul.
My mom taught me to embrace education and to never have to depend on any man for financial freedom. I was raised to believe the most true path is one of hard work through labor. Study study study so you can go out and do something productive and interesting because the world is a great place when you're an adult! Now that I'm an adult I find myself feeling a little cheated by my upbringing. The world is not an awesome place as an adult. Sure I can eat chocolate cake for breakfast and stay up as late as I want but I end up sick by lunchtime and tired as hell sucking down way too much coffee for my well being. If the world is so interesting why is it most people don't vote or even read the news? Because like me, most people are just going through their day making decisions to not make decisions.
Part of me doesn't care. This is the kinetic energy part of the equation. I just have to keep doing what I'm doing and things will be ok. I'll keep going to work and earning money and only seeing my kids for 3 hours during the week days. Then on weekends I'll try and catch up on laundry, cleaning, cooking, etc. only to go to work on Monday tired and not wanting to be there.
Since;
KE=1/2(mv)^2
you see that my kinetic energy is dependent on my mass and velocity. Do you know how much weight the average female gains by having kids? Too much. Not to mention all the new emotional baggage. Velocity is how fast I'm going. The speed of mom is arguably faster than the speed of light.
But part of me does care. This is the potential energy part of the equation. What could my life be like if I stopped trying to make everyone else happy and just did what felt right?
Since;
PE=mgh
you see that my potential energy is dependent on different factors than kinetic energy. M is for mass which again has increased due to kid output. G is globally considered to be gravitational acceleration. Essentially G is the constant "attractivity" one has between itself and this lofty dream. The common units for G are that of acceleration. This is appropriate because usually dreams make you fall flat on your face as if you've hit the pavement pretty hard. H is the distance required to get there.
On a normal day KE=PE. Those are days where my velocity might be a little slow, the dream is just too far away (making g marginal) or the dream doesn't seem so far away...after all, I can quit my job if I want to right? However most days it seems I'm not not reaching my potential. H is just too big, the dream looks too attractive and I'm running out of excuses...and yet I do nothing anyway. Which makes me think the real equation is:
Total Energy = KE + PE + indecision
Indecision is essentially a fudge factor and indecision is always, ALWAYS greater than KE + PE. It's my theory that indecision has some sort of exponential component to it, as the more energy I put into my life, the larger the indecision becomes.
So see, the physics is really stacked against us all. I'm going to go make coffee now and see if there's any leftover chocolate cake in the fridge.
This is how things go right? This is the norm now, mommy has a career and so does daddy. There's things to plan for, retirement, college tuition, car insurance for single white males under the age of 25. I go through my day working on things that at the end of the year when I write my review don't seem to have the same glossy shine of importance that they did when I did them. Maybe tomorrow will be better. The kids will get older and they'll understand more. Parents just need some "me" time. Work is good for the soul.
My mom taught me to embrace education and to never have to depend on any man for financial freedom. I was raised to believe the most true path is one of hard work through labor. Study study study so you can go out and do something productive and interesting because the world is a great place when you're an adult! Now that I'm an adult I find myself feeling a little cheated by my upbringing. The world is not an awesome place as an adult. Sure I can eat chocolate cake for breakfast and stay up as late as I want but I end up sick by lunchtime and tired as hell sucking down way too much coffee for my well being. If the world is so interesting why is it most people don't vote or even read the news? Because like me, most people are just going through their day making decisions to not make decisions.
Part of me doesn't care. This is the kinetic energy part of the equation. I just have to keep doing what I'm doing and things will be ok. I'll keep going to work and earning money and only seeing my kids for 3 hours during the week days. Then on weekends I'll try and catch up on laundry, cleaning, cooking, etc. only to go to work on Monday tired and not wanting to be there.
Since;
KE=1/2(mv)^2
you see that my kinetic energy is dependent on my mass and velocity. Do you know how much weight the average female gains by having kids? Too much. Not to mention all the new emotional baggage. Velocity is how fast I'm going. The speed of mom is arguably faster than the speed of light.
But part of me does care. This is the potential energy part of the equation. What could my life be like if I stopped trying to make everyone else happy and just did what felt right?
Since;
PE=mgh
you see that my potential energy is dependent on different factors than kinetic energy. M is for mass which again has increased due to kid output. G is globally considered to be gravitational acceleration. Essentially G is the constant "attractivity" one has between itself and this lofty dream. The common units for G are that of acceleration. This is appropriate because usually dreams make you fall flat on your face as if you've hit the pavement pretty hard. H is the distance required to get there.
On a normal day KE=PE. Those are days where my velocity might be a little slow, the dream is just too far away (making g marginal) or the dream doesn't seem so far away...after all, I can quit my job if I want to right? However most days it seems I'm not not reaching my potential. H is just too big, the dream looks too attractive and I'm running out of excuses...and yet I do nothing anyway. Which makes me think the real equation is:
Total Energy = KE + PE + indecision
Indecision is essentially a fudge factor and indecision is always, ALWAYS greater than KE + PE. It's my theory that indecision has some sort of exponential component to it, as the more energy I put into my life, the larger the indecision becomes.
So see, the physics is really stacked against us all. I'm going to go make coffee now and see if there's any leftover chocolate cake in the fridge.
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