. . . than to say I have laundry under control. Seriously. Just when I think I’ve conquered it – BOOM!! – the laundry pile is suddenly a mountain that threatens to come crashing down on top of me if I don’t start up the washer pronto. I know it’s never-ending, so why the heck I said it’s under control is beyond me. I know better!! 🙂
I think I’ll start of new category of “I should know better …”s. I’ve got a bunch of them! I’m a smart gal, at least in some areas, but sometimes I do make the same mistakes a couple of times. The laundry comment is minor, yes, but let’s see what else I can come up with. What about you? Anyone want to share their own “I should know better” moments? Names can be change to protect the humiliated. 🙂
Since I’ve been in corporate America for nearly a year and a half, after being a stay-at-home mom, then going to grad school, I’ve come to appreciate the weekend in an entirely different way. I savor my weekends. Of coure, there’s the anticipation that builds as the weekdays pass. Thursday is especially delightful in knowing the next day will be Friday, and then . . . glorious weekend. Fridays can be crazy busy at work, but I don’t let things get to me because I know in a few hours I’ll have two days entirely for my son and me.
And here it is Friday. Lovely. My son’s in bed. I have a glass of wine, which I’m savoring also. Breathe in the bouquet followed by small sips of utter enjoyment. One glass. Not enough to get tanked, but just enough to enjoy. Fabulous.
I’ve been energized this week. I feel like I’ve accomplished a great deal at work. Tonight I started my weekend housecleaning that I usually start on Saturday morning. I started laundry and already have that under control. The kitchen’s in pretty good shape. I’m feeling good about things. I’m sure the nice weather we’ve had these past couple of days has helped. The battle for spring is on. Right now the warmer temps are in the lead, but winter’s going to do another smack down early in the week. Back to frigid reality. At least for a few days. So for now, I’ll savor this warmer weather the way I savor my weekends and my wine. One moment at a time. Hope your weekend is enjoyable and you can spend some time with people you love. Cheers!
Has it really been over two months since my last post??? I know it’s corny, but it’s oh so true: time flies. Next week it’ll be February. Good Lord!
I guess I got swept up in the holidays and end of year work busy-ness. (More like work craziness, but that’s another post!) Even though the holidays can be hectic, I’m finding that I love Christmas more and more. That may seem like a strange thing to say, but when I look back at how stressful the holidays were when I was married, I’ve come a long way. It used to be all about making sure we made the rounds, my husband was cranky because he didn’t like us spending money, he didn’t know what he wanted to buy people, and ideas I would suggest would often get shot down. Even my own wish list would get shot down, and I’m not talking extravagant items either. Wow. I don’t miss those days.
Now I’m still doing the holiday shuffle, making sure we visit who we need to, but for whatever reason I find more joy in the season. I love the festivities. Love to decorate. Love to shop. Not that I’m a marathon shopper, at all. If I pick up a gift or two at a time, I’m doing good. I guess maybe I’ve learned to pace myself. I know what my patience level is and I work with it. And for the first time, in probably my whole adult life, I was sad to take down the Christmas tree.
When you think of pest, you probably think of a student, but in our case, I think it’s my son’s teacher. He’s been complaining that she’s mean. A few students have even cried, and these aren’t kindergarteners, they’re 5th graders — Kiddos who are used to the school routine. Except when your teacher is an intense 25+ year veteran teacher. Normally I’d be grateful for an experienced teacher, but in this case, I don’t think experience weighs out. I haven’t figured out if it’s just her personality, that she’s just abrasive, or if she’s burned out, or if it’s both of those and maybe more.
All I know is my normally happy-go-lucky little man has been stressed and anxious, and even crying at the thought of going back to school each day. I called a meeting with the teacher and the principal, and I left having mixed emotions. She’s definitely intense, and wanted to steer the focus of the meeting to what she wanted to talk about. Definitely an overbearing personality. We agreed to weekly phone calls. Last night was the first of those. I can’t say I feel any better about the whole situation.
And she threw in a verbal slap in the face, saying she had heard that my son wanted to live with his dad. I know for a fact this isn’t true, but what I don’t know is if she said that strictly as a jab, or as retribution for calling her to the principal’s office, or if she was digging for information. Doesn’t really matter. What I do know, is that as a mother and grandmother (as she told me she was) she knows full well the power behind her statement. Shame on her. I see thru her comment, but how many other parents has she wounded in her 25+ years of teaching. Multiply that times ten and we might have a low-ball estimate of the number of students she’s traumatized over the years.
How is it that this woman still teaches? I’ve been trying for a year and half to get a teaching job and haven’t had any luck, but here’s this hateful woman interacting with innocent children on a daily basis. It boggles my mind!
I’ve typed up an email to the principal outlining all of my concerns and requesting that my son be transferred out of her class. I haven’t sent it yet, but I did send it to my ex-husband who was also in the meeting. I want to see what he thinks about it, and I want to let it sit for a day. I’ll look at it again tomorrow with fresh eyes and see if anything needs to be added or taken out.
It’s a stressful situation. It’s so hard to see your child in misery. So hard to drop him off at school each day knowing I’m sending him into such agony. I know the school has a policy of class assignments being final, but in this case I think they have to make an exception. He’s not focused on learning, and he can’t have a year of this level of stress. I may be in for a battle, but they’ve got this mother hen riled up.
Life is a funny/amazing/complex/convoluted/wonderful thing. A gal I work with has gone on maternity leave and could very well at this very moment be laboring to deliver her baby girl. I told her the other day that I wasn’t sure what it had been like for her, but it seems like her pregnancy has flown by. And now baby girl is on her way. Such exciting news and I’m so happy for her. This is the 2nd child for her and her husband. They have a toddler also, so once her 12 weeks maternity leave is up, she’ll be returning to work just two days a week. I have to admit a slight pang of jealousy. Not about the two day a week work week, but yes that would be lovely too, but I remember those days at home with my son. Such fond memories. I’m so thankful to have my son, but I always thought I would have more children. It hasn’t worked out that way, and there are moments when I grieve for what could have been.
Then reality smacks me in the face with a reminder to be grateful for all I have. I work for an insurance company and today one of the groups I handle notified us of the sudden, unexpected death of an employee who wasn’t even 40 years old. I started gathering the necessary paperwork for her family to file a claim on her life insurance, and the enrollment form she had signed was dated exactly one year before the day she died. To the day. It gave me chills.
We have no guarantees. Babies are born, people die. That’s every day’s business. When we’re born a few people rejoice; when we die a few people grieve, but in either scenario the world keeps moving. I guess the big decision is, How do you choose to fill the in between?
Since summer is just getting underway, I can’t really write my end of the summer essay, but I thought I should start planning if I want to share something interesting a few months down the road.
- First and foremost, I plan to enjoy the week-long road trip family vacation that my son & I will be taking with my parents and my youngest brother. I’m taking a week off of work, so I’m determined to enjoy every minute of it! It will either be really fun, or by day two I’ll be wondering what I got myself into. We used to go on these road trips when I was a kid, and we’re actually repeating a trip we made way back when. (More to follow in future posts, so stay tuned!)
- Spend some time relaxing at the pool with my son, and doing other summer-time adventures too.
- Find a different job. This could be a blog post in itself and probably will be at some point. But for now, suffice it to say I’m bored to tears and need something different. Don’t get me wrong: I’m happy to have a job in this economy, but I would be oh so happy to find something else and let someone else do my job who might appreciate it more.
- This one’s related to #2 in that I hope to find a job in Texas so we can move back there this summer. We haven’t lived there since my son was a baby, and as much as I enjoy where we are now, it would be great to be back near my old friends and be closer to my family. We’ll see if that’s the case after our week-long road trip. 🙂
- And last, but definitely not least, is to get my writing project underway. It’s long overdue, and if not now, when?
Gee, a list of 5 isn’t that intimidating. They actually seem like do-able tasks when they’re spelled out like that. Granted, some of them are pretty involved, but with focus and concerted effort . . . just might work out.
I’ve figured out why I’m not getting as much sleep as I should. My “eureka!” moment came the other morning when I woke to see a man standing near my bedside. We were practically face to face and he was staring with a fixed expression, his hand reaching out to me. Of course I was surpised, and you may be wondering if I screamed or called for help or how I managed to get this man out of my bedroom or house. He’s still there actually, but don’t be alarmed . . .
Apparently my son thought my Eiffel Tower lamp needed a tourist.
My kiddo and his little jokes. Love his sense of humor. I recently bought a cast iron gnome for our flowerbeds, but I’ve yet to put him outside so he’s standing in our living room. The other day I noticed his ears look a bit different than when I brought him home.
Not sure how the kiddo came up with that one, putting erasers on the gnome’s ears, but now our gome looks a little more elfish with those ear extensions. What will my little practical joker come up with next?