May 31, 2005
Memorial Day; Ribs & Construction
I can't explain what it's like to have the construction started again on this old house. Even though he began the project in his usual impetuous way, it is so satisfying to look over and watch my husband measuring and hammering.
I flirted with the idea of not doing anything for Memorial Day, but I always do something for Memorial Day. We had three friends stopped by in addition to the four of us (my mom is visiting from out of town).
The parade in the morning was very sentimental. We stood for the flag, for veterans, for banners commemorating those who gave their lives in defense of America. Bear especially loved the bands and the muskets going off, but then he started to feel kind of puny. Once we got back home, we tucked him in on the couch with a nest of pillows and blankets and cartoons on the TV.
For the barbeque, I started cooking on Saturday. We had baby back ribs (dry rub overnight, baked, and then smoked with homemade sauce), my potato salad (which always comes out pretty good), mom's onion & roquefort salad, baked beans with sausage, sliced teriyaki steak, a roasted pepper and oil salad, grilled corn on the cob, sliced cherry tomatoes, and Dee brought cole slaw. We drank rum and punch, and had apple pie (store bought) and frosted brownies (Dee's) for dessert.
Afterwards, we did that thing I hate - split up in gender groups. The guys tucked pencils behind their ears and got to work on my office while I had the company (and help) of my girlfriend while gardening. But we came back together to drink and all push the new window into place before calling it a night.
Bear spent the afternoon cuddled with his Nana. Him not feeling well was the only dark cloud in a day of glorious, perfect weather and wonderful eats and fellowship. A great, great day. I wish it hadn't had to end.
In the extended entry, see the "before" and "during" pictures of my office!
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Looks great! And the description of the feast has now made me hungry. Damn.
Posted by: RP at May 31, 2005 10:26 AM (LlPKh)
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You're very lucky to have a DIY guy. It took my husband three tries to patch the drywall in our basement. He got it in the end, but he was starting to remind me of Cap'n Ahab.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 31, 2005 01:28 PM (82Da3)
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Brings back memories of last fall when we reeplaced the windows in our dining room with one large window. The plaster is nearly finished on the inside and the outside ... well it looks like yourlast picture. No one has complained as of yet - and we don't expect them to since a few houses down they have no siding on their home at all.
We're still working on gearing up to finish the bathroom. When I say we I mean the husband ... I just supervise.
Posted by: Michele at May 31, 2005 01:36 PM (iTYOZ)
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It does look lovely, but I weep over the loss of the lovely 100 year old windows. I'm a sucker for sash windows!
Posted by: Helen at June 01, 2005 02:32 AM (8wm0s)
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Helen - you want them? I'll mail them to you.
Don't get me wrong, I love the architectural beauty. Don't love cotton in my ears trying to ease the drafts that are hard enough to blow my papers off the desk.
Posted by: Elizabeth at June 01, 2005 02:42 AM (MYWvr)
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"Don't love cotton in my ears trying to ease the drafts that are hard enough to blow my papers off the desk."
You sleep with someone that snores, too?
Posted by: Helen at June 01, 2005 04:09 AM (8wm0s)
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It looks wonderful! I have to say, to have lived with those stripes for four years makes you a strong, strong woman.
Posted by: karmajenn at June 01, 2005 06:38 AM (fx1A8)
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Looks great!! How did you stand those stripes?? They would have driven me around the bend. You are indeed a strong woman!!What a feast you served!! Are you willing to share any of the recipes??
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Woo hoo!! Those stripes were awful!!
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May 27, 2005
New Beginings
Like an internal alarm, I've been realizing lately that there are things in my life that have been going on too long. That I have been letting slip and slide. Thinking about changing but never really getting a foothold.
So I made the decision to get moving. After New Year's I began slowly putting my shoulder to the roadblocks in the path of my happiness.
I had my bookkeeper separate our finances, so that we could each shoulder a fair share and I could stop feeling bitter about having to go back to work. And it is begining to help, emotionally.
I told my management that I wanted the luxury of off the promotion track, and they agreed.
I put a deadline on how long I would work in this house, under these conditions (this place has been stalled "in the middle of a rehab" for years and it is a miserable place to spend 20 hours a day). And CD agreed.
And finally, I looked down at my overweight body and decided I needed help. Real help. So I found a new GP, and we came up with some strategies. She's a wonderful doctor, and supportive of what I've done so far and the goals I have (which are reasonable).
I came out of her office pumped up but then I immediately began wobbling. For 3 months now, I have been wobbling. Toes in the pool, but still undecided.
This morning I made the call. In 10 days, I begin down the path that will ultimately have a rubber band tied around my stomach to help me lose this weight. (Note, this is NOT Gastric Bypass. This is something called "Lap Band" - reversable, adjustable, and much less invasive, less risky, and less drastic than gastric bypass.)
I'm nervous, and scared.
I feel weak for needing help.
But I want back the energy and health and attractiveness that I had. It's been 5 years since I began gaining the weight, and I have to give up this idea that somehow it will melt off if I just eat right, or try a new diet, or just excersize a little more.
So even though I am scared, I'm going to put one foot in front of the other.
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wow, that takes a lot of guts, but if there's one thing I know about you, it's that you're STRONG. Maybe you're too close to see it, but I see a woman who can do anything. We're behind you all the way, E. You're gonna do great.
Posted by: kalisah at May 27, 2005 02:26 AM (C7RFb)
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Baby steps ... baby steps. Really, the hardest part of it all is just getting started - now that you've done that things, hopefully, won't be as terrifying.
Just the thought of having surgery is a very scary thought. It comes down to weighing the pros and cons - the pros outweighing (ha no pun intended) the cons in your case. I, too, have been struggling with whether or not the lap band is right for me ... it's going to have to wait until all of the frozen pops have been used up.
*hug!!*
Posted by: Michele at May 27, 2005 04:20 AM (iTYOZ)
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I commend you on your courage and wish you the best of luck with the whole thing! Go get 'em!
Posted by: RP at May 27, 2005 04:59 AM (LlPKh)
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Wow!!! Good for you!! I am so proud of you and what you are doing for yourself!! You go, girl!!!
Posted by: Azalea at May 27, 2005 11:10 AM (hRxUm)
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Excellent! Good for you for taking the first step. My mother always says, "You can't look after anyone else if you don't look after yourself."
I really enjoy your blog.
Posted by: christina at May 27, 2005 11:18 AM (TLIov)
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Elizabeth, I wish you all the best on this path. Please keep your fans posted.
All the best to a truly brave and wonderful person...
Posted by: GraceD at May 27, 2005 07:08 PM (cRTn2)
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Wow. You have the right idea and are on the right track. Stay positive, don't give into Fear, and continue working toward what is important to you. I'm proud of you for being brave! Really.
Posted by: Philip at May 29, 2005 08:56 AM (F5pXc)
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Good for you! I know nothing about the lap band, but I am off to look it up. Let us know how this goes, and what happens.
Good too, for setting limits in the rest of your life as well. You are the most important person in your life!
Hey! Wait just a second! When did you get a new celebrity boyfriend? Where'd whassisname go?!
Posted by: Tammy/averagemom at May 30, 2005 10:25 AM (aFeo0)
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Goodness, Baby.
You sure know how to make a woman worry.
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Posted by: ~Easy at May 31, 2005 05:44 AM (cpfeI)
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Elizabeth, congratulations on setting limits for yourself and facing new challenges in the name of happiness.
I wish you all the best in your weight loss adventure. When I think of going through life as an overweight mommy, I realize that it's worth it to try my best and become healthy for my child's sake. You go, girl.
Posted by: Robyn at May 31, 2005 06:59 AM (FLJz9)
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I love it when I see people start acting/moving/changing what they don't like about their current situation.
It - the act of doing *something* makes you feel better because you are at least in the game.
Good for you.
Though I don't know you, I am proud of your hard work and I hope you keep moving forward.
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May 26, 2005
Because You're Beautiful: One Day Only Answers
My Blogiversary is
tomorrow today over!
Thank you.
You crazy people have honored me with almost 40,000 visits. 1300 1457 comments. You are amazing, amazing, amazing.
All my life, I wanted to be an author. And you made me one. Because of this blog. Because I wrote, and you read.
So, thank you. Thank you for listening. For allowing me to get to know you, for this dialogue, for this community.
In my gratitude, I'm going to answer the 3 most popular questions I get and leave this answer up until the end of tomorrow. So without further ado:
1) What do I look like?
2) Am I really a senior manager in a Fortune 400 company?
3) Can I read the SciFi story you wrote?
Words can not express my affection and indebtedness to the folks who have stopped by and commented. You've made this year, you beautiful nutty wonderful people. You ....complete me.
Now I'm all sniffly.
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You are gorgeous! And I love your writing. I'm not that into SciFi (romance is my thing), but your excerpt is really compelling. I'd love to read the whole thing.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 25, 2005 07:55 AM (82Da3)
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You're hot. And I say that in a totally heterosexual way.
Posted by: Beth at May 25, 2005 09:44 AM (VHOkp)
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You are so attractive and foxy at the same time. I would love to read your sci-fi story. Would you send me the link?
Keep on smiling!!
Posted by: Azalea at May 25, 2005 10:31 AM (hRxUm)
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Gorgeous. Simply.
And it's we who should be thanking you for letting us tag along.
Happy Bloggyday, Elizabeth!
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Posted by: Bond Girl aka Kimberly at May 25, 2005 12:06 PM (8caiM)
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Isn't it wonderful therapy? You posts are therapy for me, as much as writing them can be therapy for you too. I am, as well, a corporate mommy, as you so eloquently put it.
Posted by: beautifulface at May 25, 2005 12:39 PM (Eti16)
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Okay, you are so pretty... and smart... someday I'm coming up there and we're totally going to go cry in our margaritas. You have no idea how many times I've read the cosmic answers to my cosmic questions on your blog. Thank you for writing!
Posted by: Stacy at May 25, 2005 12:55 PM (PvMKh)
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Absolutely gorgeous, Darlink! Happy Blogiversary too!! I'll have the kiddo send you over some "soup" ASAP.
Posted by: Michele at May 25, 2005 01:33 PM (JFMyp)
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Congratulations on your blogiversary! (did I spell that right?) Thank you for letting the internet see a slice of your life. I see so many similarities between your life and mine, it is nice to know that I am not alone in my struggles. Keep writing - you're doing a great job!
Posted by: t at May 25, 2005 02:08 PM (sjc/Q)
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Happy Blogiversary, Elizabeth! Love the picture, by the way. Just great!
Posted by: RP at May 25, 2005 02:09 PM (X3Lfs)
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Congratulations! I've been enjoying your posts for many weeks now. My life is very different from yours, but I so appreciate your sharing such candid glimpses into your life.
Truly.... I don't know how you manage it all.
Posted by: carlakeet at May 25, 2005 02:26 PM (7hoV6)
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I've seen your sweet face over at Blue Sloth. But this full on face of yours - lovely!
Bravo to you, Elizabeth, one of the great writers in the blogosphere. I feel lucky that I found you back in September.
Your admiring fan,
Grace
Posted by: GraceD at May 25, 2005 03:39 PM (cRTn2)
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Happy Blogiversary, Baby! You write wonderfully. You ARE an author. And you're lovely. Inside and outside.
I respect you, I am in awe of you and I (heart) you, too.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at May 25, 2005 06:17 PM (lWAiX)
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I think you look wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing your picture - I know it's hard to do. Part of the reason I hate to log on to my own blog is the pic of me there. Even though I like it, it's still a bit much.
Hmmm, that was all about me and not you.
Happy Blog-iversary!
Posted by: Carmen at May 26, 2005 01:07 AM (6h91R)
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It's so great to put a face with a blog! Thanks for sharing your stories with us and congratulations on your one-year out here!
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Posted by: ben at May 26, 2005 04:31 AM (cMBPb)
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Happy anniversary, Baby!
(I love the picture, too!)
Posted by: Helen at May 26, 2005 05:17 AM (8wm0s)
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Happy Blogaversary to you!
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 26, 2005 05:33 AM (v+q53)
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Elizabeth! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!!
Posted by: kalisah at May 26, 2005 06:11 AM (B6gHW)
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if i looked as good as you i would post pictures everywhere! Although i always suspected you were dark haired - dont know why!
I am a Brit nad don't work in anything like business so have no idea what a fortune 400 company is, but i am sure it is almost as impressive as your pic
abs x
Posted by: abs at May 26, 2005 06:35 AM (ouyty)
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E, you look wonderful! I'm proud to call you my cyber-twin (though we look nothing alike - I'm African-American, for starters!). Thanks for writing in this marvelous blog and keep up the great work!
Posted by: Monica C. at May 26, 2005 06:58 AM (gkN3L)
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You are absolutely adorable (on the inside and outside). I love your writing and will keep coming back for more... Happy anniversary and THANK YOU for letting us enjoy your amazing blog.
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Posted by: trb at May 26, 2005 11:31 AM (LRR15)
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Damn. I'm still catching up on my blogreading and I missed this vital date.
Happy Belated Blogiversary!
Heh. The disappearing answers didn't apply to me since:
1) You've held your bosoms against my chest.*
2) Got the skinny on that way back when I was an unemployed bum.**
3) Read it.***
* It was a hug, you perverts. Get your minds out of the gutter.
** Or should that be described as "disemployed"?
*** And liked it! Y'all can email me with bribes. I take PayPal and GreenZap so it's really easy.
Posted by: Jim at May 31, 2005 09:33 AM (tyQ8y)
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Arghh, I missed it! But Happy Blogiversary!
Posted by: Jean at May 31, 2005 01:24 PM (g+uTc)
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ok, that's not fair -- I was away on a 4 day weekend and I missed EVERYTHING. DUDE. so not cool.
umm, e-mail me? please? I'll be yo' best friend.
Jen
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May 25, 2005
In offense of public schools
One of my closest friends in the world, Dee, and I are in an argument.
She strongly believes in public schools. That Bear should attend them and that CD and I need to join the PTA and be agents of force to help address their problems and make them places of learning, respect, and safety.
She tells me that change won't be possible unless we're all in it together. Unless all parents wade into the public school system and take up arms against the sea of mediocrity. She tells me that until then there is little hope. The teachers can not do it without the parents.
She's right.
An inner-city child living at the poverty level is just as worthy as my son to an outstanding and effective education. My son is not smarter, better, or more worthy.
And it is not fair that because I can afford better, my son gets the advantage of a great school. Both families pay taxes and both families love their children.
But the Public School system isn't built on a level playing field.
I love being an American, but that doesn't mean I wear blinders. So let's call a duck a duck, ok?
Our public school system is the worst of any industrialized nation. And it's not going to get fixed anytime fast - the problem is too big.
It is in disrepair, inconsistent, and run by legislators who keep throwing new standardized tests at the problem as if we can fix things by training the children to test better instead of finding ways to educate them better.
Yes, I do see the shades of gray. The public school teachers that are amazing. The ones that are bailing the ocean with a teaspoon. The ones that invest in their kids, spend their own money on supplies, stay late and head in early, think outside the box, rage against legislators making policy when they have devoted their lives to studying and experiencing and responding to how children learn. The ones who are noble, and will not stand by and allow a school to damage the very children the are designed to serve.
John Taylor Gatto was New York State's Teacher of the Year when he quit. In his open letter of resignation, he railed against the American school system, closing with "If you hear of a job where I donÂ’t have to hurt kids to make a living, let me know. Come fall IÂ’ll be looking for work."
Men and women like this are heroes, role models, and survivors. They are in an alley fight to save our children and my soul leads me to them, into the trenches to fight by their sides. To have their backs.
But I know in my heart - it is a bad war. The system needs to be overhauled in a way that is radical, and child-led.
Does my disallusionment come from personal experience? Yes. Absolutely.
Bad things didn't just happen to me on the bus. Despite being in "outstanding school districts", I was warehoused and cataloged and suffered from public school experiences and graduated out of the system without the skills or knowledge that a basic education supposedly provides, despite my innate love and ethusiasm for learning.
But my bitterness doesn't make me wrong.
There are good schools, thousands of them. But not enough.
There are good teachers, thousands of them. But not enough.
The system is designed to the lowest denominator, and each day it is a crapshoot for each student - Will the school be safe today? Will they learn or will they be labeled? Bullied? Abused? Shot? Will the adminstration gear the lesson plans to the kids or wedge the greatest number of kids into a standardized plan?
Every parent knows that every child born has the capacity for greatness in them.
For them, I agree with Dee that is my responsibility to fight for changes.
But for Bear, it is my responsibility to do what is uniquely right for him.
He's staying put in Montessori.
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am I the only one who had a positive experience in public school? I'm starting to wonder after reading all the horror stories about children "left behind" (GWB's words)in the current system.
Both of my parents are public school teachers. I was an honor student all the way through. I was taking math, science, and english two years ahead throughout elementary and highschool. I was given the opportunity to take college level courses with college credit at my high school or if I went to the college. That was a free perk, they paid for books, classes, and anything else that might be associated with the costs.
I participated in honor's "thinking" programs such as OM (odyssey of the mind) where we were taught to think outside the box.
This leads me to believe that not all is lost in our public schools. That there are some still trying and achieving a level of positive learning.
Either that or I was just a lucky kid.
Posted by: suz at May 25, 2005 03:45 AM (GhfSh)
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Well said, Elizabeth.
I have a theory that if the parents can provide academic support *and* the child is a disciplined student, then as long as the school is a "good" public school, public school might be a good option. The theory (this part is already proven) is that if you graduate at the top of your public school class, you can be accepted at any college or university in the country. I went to Georgetown for undergrad and got my JD and MBA degrees from Berkeley - and in college and graduate school I met a lot of people who had always attended public schools. These students were not only as smart but also as academically equipped as the rest of the student body.
BUT, if the parents cannot provide supplemental academic support, or if the student is not disciplined (to graduate in the middle of your public school class puts you in an entirely different category of college applicants), or if the public school is just horrible, then private school is the way to go (this is, of course, if one has the option of private school).
I went to private schools - but I was not a very disciplined student (after about the 6th grade), so I needed my school's reputation behind me. My almost 3 year old currently attends Montessori, but I will start her off in public school for Kindergarten and we'll go from there.
It's a tough choice . . . and we definitely all need to petition the legislature to spend MORE MONEY for our public school system!
Posted by: Monica C. at May 25, 2005 05:36 AM (gkN3L)
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Why is it that only parents are urged to volunteer in the schools, and that having your kids in the school is seen as a prerequisite for that? Couldn't you volunteer, and work to change the public school system for the better, while at the same time keeping Bear in Montessori because the public schools aren't good enough yet?
Posted by: ElizabethN at May 25, 2005 05:49 AM (ERU18)
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beautiful post, E. I don't have energy to comment further than I really enjoyed reading it. You always express yourself so well.
hugs,
Jen
Posted by: Jen_Jake'smom at May 25, 2005 06:05 AM (2/T1v)
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Wonderful post Elizabeth. I struggle with a similar argument, one which is put to me by someone who is not a parent. She claims that putting children in private school is one reason why public schools are failing. However, public school officials will tell you that private schools take a burden off of public schools.
After having a wonderful public school education as a child I never even considered private school for my children. It didn't take long to determine that we needed to change our stance and our spending habits, tuition would become a necessary part of our family budget.
Like you, I see the public schools need help; but I can't let them experiment on my kids. I'm the parent and I have to do what's best for my children.
Posted by: CursingMama at May 25, 2005 06:07 AM (PoQfr)
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Well put, Elizabeth. I am a believer in public schools but am a private (prep) school grad who will, if I can afford it, be sending my kids to private school.
Posted by: RP at May 25, 2005 06:26 AM (LlPKh)
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I don't know what's happened to public schools in the past twenty years. When I was a kid, I was never exposed to weapons or drugs. I was bullied a couple of times, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. The world is a tough place, and I think it's healthy for kids to learn how to deal with that kind of aggression early on. Like emotional inoculations, those experiences actually made me stronger and more self-confident. Although a few of my teachers were laughably inept, I graduated at the top of my class and got accepted early decision at Georgetown. Public school didn't hurt me at all.
Maybe my experience wasn't typical for the time, but I'm shocked at how bad things are now. I'd like to send my son to public school for lots of reasons: it's cheaper; it's socially responsible; he'll be exposed to a more diverse group of students, both racially and economically... But I don't want to play Russian roulette with his future.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 25, 2005 07:49 AM (82Da3)
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I went to a top boarding school for high school and loathed it. The "better" education I received there was incalcuably demeaned by the elitist, divisive, unrealistic environment. I am so looking forward to putting my child into public school AND being an active advocate for change; I consider it my duty, knowing what the alternative is.
Posted by: Anna at May 25, 2005 09:38 AM (IzFUT)
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My husband and I have had this kind of discussion many times. He went to school in the city of Chicago. I went to school in San Diego. No two places could be more different. He had tough city kids. I had ethnically oblivious peers with me. He had public and parochial teachers who hated teaching. I had granola eating and guitar playing breezy teachers who lived for their students. Public schools differ from state to state. City to city. District to district. So even though my public school experience was terrific. My husband's was not. It was that way when we were young. And that's how it is today. I respect Elizabeth's opinion on the schools in her area. It's her view. I don't live there, so I don't know. But what I'm happy about? Is that she's taking a stand. A stand for the Bear and his educational experience.
Posted by: Grace at May 25, 2005 05:43 PM (2NuSo)
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Sadly, our montessori (which I LOVE) only goes through kindergarten.
Yes, I love it anyway, because they also have a summer program, and I'll have two kids there this summer. And they learn tons and don't feel like it is "school" as much as "cool"
I would take a second job if it meant I could keep them there longer - at least through elementary, if not high school. It is fabulous.
Posted by: ben at May 26, 2005 04:36 AM (cMBPb)
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Oh, one more comment (I could write a book, but that's why I have my blog)
Anyway...
Our elementary school, which is less than a mile from my house, is one of the oldest in town. It is also considered a GREAT school by many residents (and these are people with school-age kids). They find out we are there and they say how GREAT the school is.
But -- and there's always a but - it isn't perfect for my son. He has had a horrid time getting through k-garten and first grade. Not for lack of caring teachers (at least in first grade, his kindergarten teacher not so much). It just isn't working right for him, and we've been jumping through hoop after hoop to try and adjust things so it will work better. Meanwhile, last summer he was at the montessori and THRIVED. He learned as much there in two months as he did in six months of kindergaten at the great public school. Because the focus is different.
I'm pretty sure at least half of the day at the public school is focused on socialization - standing in line. Waiting your turn. Speaking when spoken to. raising your hand. Getting permission to go to the bathroom. Etc.
At the montessori, they simply incorporate these things into other stuff they are doing. They don't stop lunch because somebody is talking. They don't make the class stand in the hallway until everyone is quiet so they can return to their desk. They don't focus on the negatives for so much of the day. Instead they read and draw and tell stories and build puzzles and work on problems and clean up after themselves and practice being polite to each other. Which is great for a 4 to 7 year old child to be doing.
Okay, enough from me...
Posted by: ben at May 26, 2005 04:46 AM (cMBPb)
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Taking a stand is all well and good, but what's best for your child has to come first. I'm fortunate that the public school here has an entire system set up for the gifted children from pre-school though high school. Though the district itself struggles with accreditation, it also boasts a top 5 elementary, jr high, and high school.
Every area is different, and the quality of public schools can vary wildly, even in neighboring communities.
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May 24, 2005
Die, Gerbils, Die! (Midnight Ramblings)
It's 1:04 in the morning and, well, I don't know how to break it to myself but sometimes a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do...
Self? You're not asleep.
*sigh*
Yeah, excuses, excuses. But we both know the terrible truth. It's those damn gerbils again.
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Get some sleep! Maybe try a trashy book to read yourself down?
Posted by: RP at May 24, 2005 10:31 PM (X3Lfs)
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I have the same problem. My doc gave me Trazodone, which is an anti-dep that "promotes" sleep without being an addictive sleeping pill. Also, I have to go to sleep with the TV on (but turned down very, very low). Keeps my mind occupied long enough to let me drift off.
Posted by: Kalisah at May 25, 2005 06:29 AM (B6gHW)
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For me, insomnia is a form of escapism. The fact that I don't fall asleep when I know I'm supposed to gives me some small measure of control over my life. It feels like I'm stealing time. Of course, I'm only stealing it from myself, and it makes me sick and crabby the next morning, but in the moment it feels really good. Also, in the middle of the night when all the world is sleeping is the only time I feel truly unfettered. My mind can wander freely, and I'm not obligated to anyone. It's addictive.
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Asleep at the wheel
CD's still out of town, which means I'm not getting any sleep.
No. Not "awwwww". Not sweet.
I lay in bed thinking thinking thinking ... the demon gerbils in my mind don't stop. "Was that a noise? What if there's a robber?! I've never been good with physical confrontation. If it's a robber what will I do? Oh, dagnabbit. I'm not in good shape, I'm overweight, I've got high blood pressure, what if something happens to me in the night? Bear doesn't know how to call 9-1-1!!!"
Yeah, need some kind of medication, yo. I get that. Years of this self-imposed opressive sense of total responsibility has meant that I get myself twisted up around the axle sometimes in a really bad way. I forget to let go of those things I have no control over. Or maybe just forgotten how.
In less freaky news, I'm making paella for dinner. I bought a clothspin for Bear's nose. A little aromatic hardship for Mr Snarkypants won't hurt the boy. Not my job to make his life a walk through the park. No, need to prepare him to live in a world that does, from time to time, STINK. And? I need some seafood. I need it now.
I'm also on a househunt. More on that later. Althought I can promise you right here and right now that mine is not as interesting as Helen's - who is bidding nearly $1Million American dollars on a lovely fixer-upper outside London. *swoon*
I haven't been this tired since Bear was a baby. I think I've had a total of maybe 12 hours sleep since Saturday. The gerbil in my brain spinning, spinning, spinning.
"Nick and Jessica, Good God. Are they a sign of the apocolypse? Is RP right? Should I balance my retirement portfolio more heavily at the expense of Bear's college fund? Am I a bad mommy if I have the dry cleaner hem Bear's karate pants? Gotta find a new family dentist. Are the long-term needs of the tsunami victims being addressed? I have to get my expenses submitted, have to, have to...."
Someone, please.
Kill the damn gerbil.
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I hate being in the house alone. Whenever my husband goes away, I set the alarm, check under the bed, barricade the bedroom door with a heavy chest... And you know what? I still can't sleep. If anyone ever did break into the house, I'm pretty sure I could subdue him with the sheer force of my anxiety. I have trained attack gerbils. They're vicious.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 24, 2005 03:15 AM (82Da3)
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There's an attack school for gerbils? Got to get me some!
Your gerbils and my gerbils should do lunch. Preferably at a place where we can drink margarita's and our sons will be welcome to bring the chaos
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 24, 2005 03:18 AM (MYWvr)
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Gerbils are a pain in the arse, they can drive me absolutely nuts. My fix is to go to sleep with the tv on, it's the only thing that keeps my mind occupied and blocks out all the little noises that might be the boogie man. Hopefully you'll get a good nights sleep tonight.
Posted by: cursingmama at May 24, 2005 03:40 AM (PoQfr)
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I suggest a glass of wine and a good book at night, so that your mind gets lost in a different place until you are so drowsy you fall asleep. Or a pot of warm tea, a hot neck warmer thingie and a good late night movie. Then when you close your eyes, imagine yourself at the beach with a summer all to yourself, just to relax. Where would you go the first day, what would you do? What would your cottage look like . . .
Posted by: Philip at May 24, 2005 04:38 AM (R3FWx)
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I totally understand the gerbil fears (both at work and at home). I sleep with a stuffed bear AND a stuffed dog when Angus is away. Seriously. I do. I have no shame.
Or I do, but not when it comes to fear of sleeping alone. Hey-I live in a house that's 150 years old. It's guaranteed that someone died in this house at some point in time. YOU try sleeping alone in those circumstances!
And seeing that $1 million dollars in print nearly made me wet myself. Eeps.
Posted by: Helen at May 24, 2005 04:39 AM (8wm0s)
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I don't have gerbils. I have anxiety and it wakes me up almost every night these days between 2 and 3:30 every morning. I understand and share your pain.
As for Helen's house hunting, you should see how little you can get in and around London for $1 million. It'd make you cry.
Posted by: RP at May 24, 2005 07:24 AM (LlPKh)
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Take a look at mostlyrisible.com's entry for today. 10 rules guaranteed to get you through this day and tomorrow and then some!!
Find yourself a great house and go for the life you know how to create!!
Hugs!
Posted by: Azalea at May 24, 2005 09:02 AM (hRxUm)
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I'm not so good at sleeping alone, either. I usually bring the cats and dogs into the bedroom and if I'm lucky that works, and I can get some sleep. If that doesn't work, I just leave the lights on and try NOT to fall asleep. If that doesn't work, I just stay mostly awake untill the wee hours of the morning, worrying about things I can do absolutely nothing about and if I have no real worries, I make some up. I love having the house to myself during the day, but at night, things just seem different.
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May 23, 2005
The Chocolate Bar Caper
OK, I'm going to call one of my current projects Operation Chocolate Bars.
I'm doing it in addition to my regular day job because its a pet project of my Exec VP. Operation Chocolate Bars is like a high-profile charity gig for the company. And? A pain in the ass.
Right now, I've got to refit a Chocolate Bar Factory to manufacture these special Chocolate Bars to be sold.
Last week, I headed into Chicago to tour the factory and sit down with the guys. The agenda was to drill down on the plan I'd drawn up, review the budget, and hash out where the risks were against the schedule.
I brought with me the Marshmallow Guys. It had been decided, on high, that the Chcolate Bars would be filled with flavored Marshmallow.
The Marshmallow Company, elitists but in a good way, would be actually setting up a piece of the assembly line to their own special specifications and staffing it themselves. This was to protect the secret recipe of their Marshmallow Fluff and ensure their excruciating standards of quality.
So we all got into the conference room; a group of us that included the Plant Manager of the facility and two of his minions, the Kitchen Manager, myself, and the three preppy guys from the Marshmallow Company.
We all sat down. They looked at me; I looked at them. The Marshmallow Guys started handing out business cards and introducing themselves and we all went around shaking hands.
And sat down again.
Then the Plant Manager took a deep breath, looked at me, and said, "Elizabeth. Explain to me why we are using Marshamallow."
I gave him a look that clearly telegraphed that a Plant Manager has about zero input on the ingredients.
The Plant Manager sighed again, leaned back in his char, and said sadly; "We have a problem. This factory was originally designed for peanut butter filling. My guys, they've worked with peanut butter. It is a much better filling choice than Marshmallow. I must insist that we use peanut butter."
The Kitchen Manager exploded, and said that the Plant Manager's job was to make chocolate bars to specifications. That it was outrageous that the Plant Manager would be so inappropriate.
One of Plant Manager's minions started badmouthing the Marshmallow Company in a mutter.
Oh yeah, then the Marshmallow Guys brought it.
Since I don't know how to wolf whistle, I just slapped the table. I asked Plant Manager if he was refusing to implement Marshmallow. He said he wanted an executive order, because he felt that peanut butter was the better choice. Then he walked out.
Meeting sandbagged, hijacked, and adjourned.
It took me 3 hours to get out of the building to my car. I was pulled into hallway corner after hallway corner by folks with a deeply felt need to express their STRONG opinions. I nodded so much that I'd become a human bobble-head.
Pulling on my headset as I finally began swimming upstream against Chicago traffic, I called the Plant Manager's manager. Who went through the 7 stages of grief in about 15 minutes. He couldn't believe his guy had headed off the reservation at supersonic speed. That he'd been such a pain in the ass, especially in a vendor meeting.
PMM: Elizabeth, my guess is that he's very concerned for his guys. They're all highly trained peanut butter technicians.
Me(groaning in frustration): We'll cross-train them in Marshmallow. It will expand their skill sets.
PMM: This was a disconnect between me and him, I was on vacation when the Marshmallow decision was finalized. I'll fix this, Elizabeth. Give me the day.
We hung up and a few minutes later my cell rung. It was the Vice President of Chocolate Affairs, who'd spoken with the PMM. He was forwarding me the Decision Memo that confirmed the Marshmallow Company as the vendor choice.
Another couple of minutes and the Director of North American Chocolate Production Factories called me, confirming Marshmallow and assuring me that the "local resistance" would be promptly resolved.
Then the Director of Recipes called me to say that Peanut Butter is not evil and it shouldn't be maligned. I told him that at no point had anyone bad-mouthed any other filling products. That the closest we'd come was to say that Peanut Butter had the market cornered and it was nice to be doing something different.
For the next two days it was a tempest in a Venti cup.
Last night, I got a message in my voice mail. Informing me that the peanut butter decision is being revisited.
You know, when I was growing up, my father sometimes worked from our home office. I can remember listening to the rumble of his voice through the door. The briefcase he carried, full of Very Important Documents that we were Not Allowed to Touch. I used to wonder what it would be like, to be "in the room" and having such serious discussions and making such hard decisions.
Well, now I know.
And I'm here to say: Dorothy? Head back! Oz is really run by lunatics and it's just a regular guy pulling all those levers!
*Thus pauseth the insanity. I'm taking a sick day.*
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Mmm... chocolate. Sounds like you need some.
P.S. I always called those sick (and tired) days. :-)
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 23, 2005 04:57 AM (82Da3)
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It's amazing that in the grand scheme of things, people can get stuck on the most trivial issues, completly ignoring the "real" ones.
I feel for you... I deal with the same crap on a daily basis, and its usually the men that cannot make up their minds, or are constantly changing them...yet women have the issues????
My husband and I argue all the time about who comes home more exhausted, him from physical exhaustion, or me from mental exhaustion - he doesn't understand how tiring the mental kind can be - and then we have to start the 2nd job - MOM.
Posted by: Misty at May 23, 2005 07:32 AM (d849V)
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That is so frustrating! I can imagine how crazy it all looked to you as it played out. They all just need to sit quietly and listen. Not think. Listen. Simple? As we see here in your post...not simple for others. Hope it all works out...and I hope you were able to relax on your "sick" day.
Posted by: Grace at May 23, 2005 08:07 AM (2NuSo)
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Bless your heart!! Please pass the chocolate!! I don't care if it is marshmallow filled or with peanut butter. I like both!!
Posted by: azalea at May 23, 2005 08:46 AM (hRxUm)
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I was just catching up on your blog...I wanted brushetta, but then, what's this? Chocolate! And marshmallows! And peanut butter! Can a blog make me fat?!
Posted by: Tammy/averagemom at May 23, 2005 09:41 AM (aFeo0)
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition...
(or, marshmallows)
(I'm a peanut butter guy myself, but like to think I'm open minded)
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May 20, 2005
How to gross out my kid
Have I ever mentioned that I cook? I am not great at it, but I love to do it and someday I am going to go to culinary school. In the meantime, Alton Brown is my love object - although I am ok with sharing him.
Have I ever mentioned that Bear hates to eat? He is incredibly picky not only about the food he'll put in his mouth but also about the food he even is willing to look at or smell.
Wednesday night, CD was late coming home and it was just Bear and me for dinner. So I made him Dinner #2 (Kraft Macaroni and Cheese) in the rotation of the 5 dinners this boy will eat (the others are: ramen soup, meatballs from IKEA, orange chicken from Panda Express, and pancakes and sausage).
Myself? I had bruschetta.
I cut up the remains of a loaf of french bread on the bias and threw the pieces under the broiler. Then I "whir-whirred" (in a clean coffee grinder) half a tomato, a quarter yellow onion, some basil leaves, olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper. Then I flipped the bread to toast the other side. Chopped up the other half of the tomato and stirred it in with the whirred-up mixture. Then I took the bread out of the oven, and spooned the mixture onto each piece. Shaved some romano on top (cuz, really, cheese makes everything yummy). Stuck it back under the broiler for about 2 minutes. Voila.
Rinsed the grinder. Put my meal on a plate, put his meal in a bowl, stuck it all on a tray with things like spoons and napkins and glasses of milk and presented the fine repast to Mr Snarkypants.
Who wrinkled his nose and sighed.
Bear: I can't eat now. My tummy hurts.
Me (Sputtering): Why?! It's your favorite Mac 'n Cheeese. I followed the directions just like Daddy.
Bear (A little whiny): Yeah, but you made my nose hurt. 'Cuz you made stinky food. AGAIN.
Me (Outraged): Bruschetta is NOT stinky food!
Bear: Mommy, just don't cook stuff, OK?
Me: Then what am I supposed to eat?
Bear (After a long moment of thought): Fruit gummies. And peanut butter. And you can have some of my Mac N Cheese after I'm full.
So we ate on opposite sides of the room. With him pinching his nose and making faces at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Afterwards, we made up and cleared dishes and made chocolate pudding together for desert. 'Cuz by then the "stink" of my food had settled down enough for him to handle being in the kitchen. That and the lure of running the mixer and licking the bowl.
P.S.: Funniest caption of the week: HERE!
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I read this post and what stuck out was bruschetta. I love that stuff like it was gold. Now I'm starving and think I'll pick up the fixins at the commissary tonight.
Posted by: rachel at May 20, 2005 09:52 AM (3Ta1y)
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Yeah, the recipe looked quite yummy. Still, what Bear proposed sounded better. Who is it who does not love the fruited gummy?
Posted by: RP at May 20, 2005 11:02 AM (LlPKh)
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I love Alton Brown too!! Cooking, science and clever word play--what more can a girl ask for?
Posted by: Angie at May 20, 2005 11:42 AM (PQx1b)
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It's good to know I'm not the only one with a picky eater. My son lives on Dinonuggets and ravioli (Franco-American, no substitutes).
He's also got this really weird "string" thing. I think it started with strings on his bananas. I can kind of understand that. But now it's taken on a life of its own. There are strings on just about everything, and I have to pick them off before he'll eat anything. He's going to drive his preschool teachers CRAZY. Better them than me!
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 20, 2005 01:23 PM (82Da3)
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Wow.
D is an incredibly picky eater, and clearly reacts to the texture of things as well as the taste. And he often screams in protest if we insist on putting a bite of what we're eating on his plate (even if we don't make him actually taste it). But he's never tried telling us that WE'RE not allowed to eat something because he doesn't like it.
I guess I should count my blessings.
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 23, 2005 02:37 AM (v+q53)
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That's such a cute story!!
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May 19, 2005
PARENTAL WARNING: Revenge of the Sith
*SPOILER WARNING SPOILER WARNING!!!!!!!!*
PARENT ALERT!
In the extended entry is a SPOILER for the movie. I'm posting it because there were a LOT of young kids at the movie tonight and this part was SCARY for them. I kept the spoiler as short and to the point as necessary so I don't ruin the movie for you, but if you're thinking of taking someone under 17 to this movie, please read!
more...
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check that one off the list. Not that it was on the list... but if it were... check!
Posted by: suz at May 20, 2005 03:02 AM (GhfSh)
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I went to a midnight showing and I was appalled as I was waiting to see a mother bringing her two boys (approx. 5 and
to see it, particularly at midnight. Has a PG-13 rating stopped signifying to parents that maybe it is inappropriate for their children under 13? And I remember that scene quite well--I was heart-broken and horrified when Anakin turned on his light saber.
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Death by Details
I'm begining to fall behind in everything.
Driving Bear and his babysitter to all the play dates and such, tracking all the end of the school year stuff, and not getting enough uniterrupted time to do my job means that I'm missing deadlines, skipping steps, running late, and feeling squished with all the stress.
CD shares his cubby at work so he keeps the personal stuff to an absolute minimum. That means he's unplugged from 8:30AM to 6PM every day. And, unfortunately, he hasn't built up the organizational effort to track the details that swirl like snow around a family - especially those that include Bear.
And because "I'm home", it is expected that I am both mom and employee - able, somehow, to juggle financial audits while convincing a screaming, overtired 4 year old that he HAS to take a nap while his adoring but non-confrontational babysitter murmurs gently beside me.
Yesterday, I discovered that CD hadn't yet made arrangements for Bear's summer care. This was the one thing I really needed him to do. Bear's school ends in 2 weeks. I am proud to say that I didn't scream or lose my temper. I did, however, cry with disappointment and stress.
Like planning a lovely night out at the movies for us but not getting a babysitter for Bear, CD's gestures can be sweet but incomplete. So I have learned this habit of hunting the details like a pig for truffles. Agressively seeking the minutae that will bitch slap my family if not tended.
But I often fail. It is too much. Things slip through the cracks. Like that contract we didn't sign and return on time - which precipitated a crisis about putting Bear into Kindergarten next year.
My job is high-profile and demanding. One of my mentors warned me, after my last promotion, that if I looked around at the successful people in my strata I would find they had one thing in common - a domestic situation that actually supported their careers.
She said: Elizabeth, a single shining performance or two will get you the promotion. But without a supportive home environment, you won't get there from here.
And she's right.
I try to see the forest for the trees. To accept my limitations and own that I'm dying in the details. That for my own sanity and health, the juggling act I've been doing as senior management and primary homemaker has got to STOP. But the person who needs to hear it most and do something about isn't listening -
me.
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Seems simple from this vantage point.
You need a new babysitter.
You need a real "nanny," who can not only drive to playdates but can also arrange them, who can not only put B down for naps when needed but also knows when he doesn't need one, who can find out about the summer camps and then create the overall schedule, who can double check on the kindgarten enrollment and also make sure the contract gets in, etc etc etc.
Like I said, it seems simple from this vantage point.
You can't do it all. CD can't do it at all. So you outsource it.
No big deal. Find somebody who can do the real job of "childcare" (which includes all the things I mentioned above) and then go back to your real job of providing for your family and providing an excellent role model of both accomplishment **and happiness** to your son.
Cathy
BTDT
Posted by: cathy at May 19, 2005 05:46 AM (9dQAj)
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You know what? Cathy has a brilliant suggestion. With more options comes more flexibility. For example, you could still pick Bear up from school, sing songs on the way home, then your new sitter could meet you at the house. She puts Bear down for a nap, then folds your laundry and/or starts dinner. After nap you have 30 minutes uninterrupted with him, then she drives him to playdate and brings him home. Bear might even benefit from the structure: he knows he's got X amount of time with Mommy in the afternoons, except maybe Friday afternoons, when you guys have a special "date". Something like that.
You'll figure it out, Elizabeth. That's what you do, right? Can you view it like a project? Somewhere along the line something isn't working... brainstorm solutions, pick the best one, and try.
--Stacy
Posted by: Stacy at May 19, 2005 06:18 AM (96yfM)
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You may also want to add to these fine suggestions that CD needs to plug the f*ck back in. People at his job have to understand that he is a parent and he has responsibilities that extend far beyond the office. Point the finger at him and tell him his time at work looking at internet whatever is no longer sacrosanct, that you need help and you need him to step up here and provide that help. Start copying him on all the to do lists. Make him be the equal partner he needs to be.
Or, conversely, you could just disregard my well meaning advice because there's no way to implement it and I've actually added to your stress by suggesting it.
Either way, you know I'm rooting for you!
Posted by: RP at May 19, 2005 06:33 AM (LlPKh)
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Bless your heart!! I agree with RP, Cathy and your mentor- a supportive home situation is a must. Been there and done that without one. Hang in there and know that there are many of us out here who support you in living the life you want to live. IMHO, CD needs to show up as an adult.
Posted by: azalea at May 19, 2005 07:45 AM (hRxUm)
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I haven't commented in a while, but I just thought I'd stop in and say I hear ya! I think Cathy has a great suggetion for you. I know you can make it work out for the best!
Posted by: t at May 19, 2005 12:43 PM (sjc/Q)
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I second Cathy's suggestion, but I also know how hard it is to accept that you will not be the person who is primarily responsible for your child's care, because your work situation demands it.
We'll always feel guilty, won't we?
Posted by: Jean at May 19, 2005 02:55 PM (g+uTc)
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Oh do I struggle with these issues. My husband is the at-home parent so, in theory, most of these responsibilities should be his. But he's not that kind of a planner. So if I left it up to him, I don't think he'd sign D up for any summer activities at all. And yes, he'd have to deal with the consequences of having to entertain two high energy boys all summer without a break. But that wouldn't really make any of us happy.
Last week he forgot about a dentist appointment for D that I had booked, even though it was on the calendar that we had gone over the night before. The appointment wasn't that big a deal --he got another appointment, the dentist didn't charge us for the missed booking. But I hate feeling like things will fall apart if I don't micromanage.
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 20, 2005 02:55 AM (v+q53)
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If it makes you feel any better, you're not alone in this. My husband also doesn't feel comfortable handling the little details associated with parenthood. Things like doctors appointments and childcare applications and birthday parties and extracurricular activities -- all that falls on my plate. You might think that since I'm not working a separate full-time job, that I would be able to stay on top of these things. But I can't. I let things slip through the cracks all the time. I think it's funny that I used to manage multi-million dollar projects with ease, and now I struggle to manage a house and a kid. (When I say "funny", I mean "humiliating".)
I know it's really tempting to blame your spouse for not pulling his weight, but that's only going to poison your feelings for him. You have to ask yourself whether you think he's doing the best he can. If the answer is yes, then you just have to forgive him for not being perfect and find another way to fill in the gaps. If you think he's not doing his best, then by all means, give him a good swift kick in the ass.
I agree with the idea of getting some domestic help, but I know from experience it's expensive. When I interviewed nannies a while back, the median salary was about $35k. If you can swing it, I think it would make a huge difference in your quality of life.
A cheaper option you might consider is to schedule periodic "team meetings" where you and your husband sit down to discuss household business. That will give you both the time to brainstorm all the little details and come up with a specific action plan. I know with my husband, the specifics really help. If he has the name, the phone number, and the day he's expected to call, he's much more likely to actually get it done than if I gave him the vague instruction to just "take care of it".
You might also consider revising your expectations of Elia. She really should be able to get Bear down for a nap. Maybe you could give her a raise and increase the scope of her responsibilities?
It sounds like you're tearing yourself apart trying to be Supermom and Superboss. I don't think there's an easy solution for that. I thought I could spare myself the internal tug-o-war by giving up my career and focusing solely on motherhood. In reality, it just made me resentful and restless to lose that part of my life. But, if I had kept the career, I know I'd be exactly where you are now. I'm not sure there is an ideal solution. I think at some point you have to abandon your quest for perfection and be grateful for the things you've done right, instead of worrying about the things that you haven't.
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In a day
Last night, about 1AM, we awoke to Bear calling to us from across the hall that he was thirsty.
Being the responsive, loving parents that we are, we both pulled pillows over our heads.
Bear's wail grew progressively louder and more insistent.
I nudged CD.
Me: Rock, Paper, Scissors?
CD: Mutter mutter mutter.
Me: What?
CD: Uh, Brick.
I peered tiredly at my hand in the dim. Me: Paper.
CD (groaning): Uummm clearly peas television.
Me: What?
CD: I'm exercising my nuclear option.
(Note: unfortunately for him, the nuclear option was not available. He ended up fetching the drink for Mr. Thirstypants.)
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This morning, as CD was chasing Bear around trying to get him out the door for school and I was still lazing in bed (after all, my commute has been sharply decreased from ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HALL to: the other side of my bedroom).
Bear scampered into bed with me with a defiant glare at CD.
Bear: I want to stay here in bed with you. I like you best.
Me: I like you, too, but you have to go to school.
Bear (outraged): But they don't let me bring my favorite pillow!
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Driving Bear and Elia to a playgroup this afternoon, we came to a congested intersection where a long funeral procession was streaming against the light. (This sparked a whole conversation about 'What is Dead' that I'm still having the shakes over.)
Then, just as the car snarl had grown completely outrageous, an ambulance tried to crash through on their way to, I dunno - save a life or make the day-old sale at the Sara Lee outlet store.
But, Alas!, the hillbillies in the funeral procession decided that the little orange flags on their windows trumped a lights-blazing ambulance and refused to give right-of-way.
All the cars surrounding this little show-down, having seen too many episodes of 'American Idol', thought they should vote on who should win and began chiming in by leaning on their horns. Into this cacophany, the ambulance decided to press the point by turning up its siren to ULTRA SCREECH setting.
As the blood began to gush from my ears,
I muttered: Oh, for heaven's sake! No amount of loud is gonna cure stupid!
From the back seat, Bear: Mommy! You said 'Stupid'! That's a bad word!
Me: Yes, I'm sorry honey. I lost my patience.
Bear: Well, that's no excuse. You should control your words!
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You might want to consider invoking the car word option with Bear, as I have done with my children. I get in trouble if I curse outside the car but in the car I can say whatever I want -- it's a location issue. If you search my blog for "car words", you'll get a fuller explanation (no link because I think it's kind of in poor taste to pimp my own blog on someone else's comment board).
Posted by: RP at May 18, 2005 09:10 AM (LlPKh)
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The Wife and I used to do Paper, Scissors, Rock to determine who's turn it was to change a daiper. Both of our parents still laugh about it.
'Brick' is a new one. I suppose that 'billboard' beats it?
Posted by: ~Easy at May 18, 2005 11:13 AM (PuO20)
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When My Kid was about 2 1/2 or 3, he overheard me cussing Big Daddy under my breath (if you knew the whole story, you'd cuss, too. Something about muddy boots. In my dryer.): "I can't believe he's so fucking stupid!" To which My Kid reprimanded me, "Hey! Don't.Say.Stupid."
Posted by: kalisah at May 18, 2005 12:43 PM (C7RFb)
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LOL at all of those. I love the way you tell stories. ;o)
Jen
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Elizabeth, how are you able to spout such words of wisdom in that situation? I mean, come on, the guy in the hearse isn't getting any deader (as opposed to the probably correct more dead which probably isn't in the dictionary either).
Stupid is a bad word? Uh oh, I just thought that included the F and S words, a few derogatory female words, and perhaps damn. I'm clueless.
RP, I'm loving the car words rule. I'll have to remember that.
Posted by: ieatcrayonz at May 19, 2005 03:20 AM (FLJz9)
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I always hope that when people refuse to give right of way to an emergency vehicle that it's a relative of theirs that needs help. Karma's a bitch...
As for stupid - I had to revise my rule. We don't call people stupid but we can call things stupid (i.e. - stupid car won't start).
Posted by: Alexia at May 19, 2005 04:45 AM (1EVH8)
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Well, at least you know he is listening when you are teaching him a lesson.
Posted by: Jazzy at May 19, 2005 09:04 AM (Zk9pu)
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I love what you wrote! What a great and quick-witted synopsis:
"No amount of loud is going to cure stupid."
Brilliant!!
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May 17, 2005
I dream of rooms with closets...
We bought this house full of dreams and energy. We knew we got an impossible deal in a great neighborhood, and rolled up our sleeves to make this neglected bungalow a lovely home.
Then the dark clouds pressed us back, and a couple of years ago I gave up on so many of those dreams we once had and just learned to tolerate things as they are. I often surprised myself with how much I could get done, considering the state of things. But nothing comes free and the toll has been on my soul.
Now that things seem to be getting better (knock wood), CD and I finally had a real conversation about the house. Not just one of our usual drive-by not-quite-talk-about-it email exchanges where I send him links to Realtor.com and beg him to think about how miserable I am working and cooking in rooms that were literally falling apart around me.
I pointed out that we live in a fixer-upper that neither of us has felt like fixing upping in a long, long time. And we can afford a house that fits - all it would take is making the decision to move.
But CD made the case for one more try. Because he and Bear love this little, rickety house on this wonderful verdant block in Pleasantville and don't want to budge - even to a house nearby. Then, to put his money where his mouth is, last night CD moved my desk and equipment into our bedroom so we could gut and rebuild my office/guest room.
It was a tangle of wires and screws and plaster dust, but I am now settled in next to the bed. My morning commute is, quite literally, 3 feet away from my pillow.
I still want, desperately, to move into a house that fits. With a kitchen that isn't stuffed into a hallway, closets, and a second toilet for those times when Bear has GOTTA go.
And frankly, it may not even be in our power to fix up this house. A contractor must be used for the big stuff (like putting in the dormer for the second floor addition) and renovations will cost as much as a move. But maybe more importantly - we can't even get contractors to return our calls.
(At a birthday party for one of Bear's classmates on Sunday, one of the fathers recommended his contractor to us.
"Can I ask about how much you're planning?" he asked.
"70 grand," I responded, factoring in everything we plan to do.
"Oh," the father replied, grimacing. "I don't think the contractors I know do jobs that small.")
But as he passionately explained - CD's and Bear's eyes don't see the tight quarters, failing plumbing, bad wiring, blown fuses, bugs, mold, dust, and clutter everywhere. No. They see the dream we all once had, of making this little house our home.
And I could see it, too - if only reflected in them. So I agreed to work from this corner and sleep in that one. For a little while longer.
CD thinks we're in a place now where we can start again on so many long-neglected things. He has been working hard, and it costs me nothing to give him - and us, I guess - this chance.
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Keeping my fingers crossed for you on the bigger issues!
Posted by: RP at May 17, 2005 05:27 AM (LlPKh)
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I am hopeing against hope for you
abs x
Posted by: fairyabs at May 17, 2005 06:23 AM (Ek1dv)
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How is your soul feeling about this?? I hope this is not a manic phase of CD's which will leave you and Bear in an even bigger mess. I pray that the office/guest room is completed in a fast fashion.
Hugs!!
Posted by: Azalea at May 17, 2005 07:32 AM (hRxUm)
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Part of me loves the idea of fixing up a cute little bungalow in an established neighborhood. In fact, it's been a life-long dream of mine to renovate an old Victorian.
But I think that's a project for newly married or retired people. I don't think it works so well when you have children at home. First of all, you just don't have enough time, and you'd probably rather spend what little time you do have with your son. Second, construction kicks up a lot of unhealthy building materials, and I personally would be nervous about having a young child breathing all that junk.
I'm sure people do it all the time, but it definitely wouldn't be my first choice. Remodeling is just so stressful in every conceivable way, and it sounds like you've got enough stress as it is.
Is it possible that CD just wants to do this because it was your dream, and he wants to make it come true for you? Maybe if you can give him another way to be your hero, he won't be so committed to this particular idea.
You definitely need and deserve a nice house. I can't imagine trying to cook and clean and raise a child in the conditions you described. It just makes everything harder than it needs to be, and that's just plain frustrating. Good luck.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 17, 2005 11:06 AM (82Da3)
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Good morning, m'dear. Have tagged you for a meme on my blog, hoping you'd enjoy a few minutes of fantasy. Because sometimes reality, she bites, no?
Posted by: Stacy at May 18, 2005 01:53 AM (yQ5Lm)
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A fresh start in so many ways. I like it.
Posted by: trb at May 18, 2005 07:12 AM (LRR15)
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Oh, do I know remodeling. The problem for me is my husband can do everything -- so my "to-do" list has more than a decade long wait until it is all done.
Talk about a wait LOL! But at least it is CHEAP!
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May 12, 2005
What It's Like (my side of the story).
* Note, this entry is PG-13 for language. The topic is close to my heart, and I'm not in a mood to censor my words. Also, this is MY side of the story - not his. It has taken me a year to figure out when and how to finally write this and and I have tried to write in such a way that doesn't violate his privacy.
On NPR, Brooke Shields was talking about her bout with postpartum depression. About finally getting medication and therapy, and then when she felt a little better deciding to go off the medication. Of visions of death and blood and a feeling of disconnectness from her child and hopelessness about her life.
Briefly, she touched on the reaction of her husband Chris. About how the experience still affects him. Them.
Yeah, from this I know.
Not that I have her book deal. Or her legs. Oh, her legs... Or her situation.
No, I had her husband's.
After the birth of our son, I had this life. This husband. This baby. This house. And then a dark cloud rolled over the sky. I didn't understand. I kept expecting my husband to "snap out of it".
Not so much.
So I got a clue that it wasn't just a bad mood. But even then I was still a mushroom in the dark about what was to come.
So maybe, OK, that cloud wasn't going to float away. Yeah, a storm was rolling in. But then, THEN things would eventually return to ... this life, that I was loving so much. My husband would awake one day and be once again that amazing, strong man I'd married.
So I faced the storm and did what I could to respond. If my life had been a house, I would have been boarding up the windows and putting sandbags on the perimeter.
The equivilent was to join a support group and gamely take on my husband's responsibilities on top of the ones I already had. Something bad was happening to us, and I couldn't stand idly by. So I went back to work and pumped my milk into bottles a caregiver could administer. I bought a suit, balanced the checkbook, and made all the sacrifices necessary to be two people.
Looking back, I realize I was living in a fog of just "get through today".
That is what it is like to be married to someone with an illness or a dependency. It happens not just to the them, but to everyone around them.
I had no idea how bad it would get.
One afternoon, I called our religious marriage counselor guy from a parking lot in tears, begging for advice. I told him about the dark cloud that only seemed to grow. I asked for help.
But even with his wisdom, by the time Bear was a year old we were broke, miserable, and in deep trouble. Yes, despite all our best efforts. Despite the counselor, the help, the constant battles to make each day the turnaround. Despite the compassionate support system of friends and family and neighbors all in the siege with us.
Not that he could see any of that goodwill. As I learned later, CD was completely isolated by what was happening inside his mind. There's a sort of tunnel vision of being the one going through it.
As he was striking out and hurting, he couldn't process his environment in any productive way. The pile of bills, the collection calls, the unwashed dishes were all just additional pain triggers if he saw them at all.
I'd grew tired of trying. So I kicked him out for a while. And he stayed away a little while more.
I did it because I was a heartless bitch whose internal alarm clock had gone off. I couldn't understand why everything wasn't better already.
The horrible, agonizing thing, was; neither could he.
The anger and frustration and pain were grew like a demon. The love and forgiveness and faith were all exhausted and hiding under the bed.
Fighting endlessly to keep the darkness from consuming every fucking thing. Watching all the good and light in your life fall under the shadow of what's happening to your partner.
I missed Bear's first steps, while on a business trip. Endlessly on the road trying to make enough money to keep us afloat while impotent against the cloud that was pressing us all flat. I was selfishly, endlessly frenzied. And screaming inside. I kept saying "This is IT. This is bottom. I won't take another step." But then I would.
And sometimes, he would reach out. A heartbreaking smile. A sympathetic expression. "How are YOU holding up?" I was asked. And it was my cue to put on a brave face and be ever so grateful that for a few fleeting moments when I was actually remembered in all the drama.
And as Brooke said in her interview, the weeks quickly become months. There are no quick fixes when you're talking about the human mind. Not medication. Not therapy. Not group meetings or behavioral change. No. It's gonna be a slow climb and it's going to be full of steps backward.
I was in therapy for over a year just to deal with MY anger and hurt. My counselor and I were able to cobble together enough coping mechanisms and skills to help me live my life without always being in reactionary mode. To live with reasonable expectations so I wasnÂ’t constantly feeling disappointed. To drain away enough of the bitterness to allow my soul to breath. To teach me that I absolutely couldn't fix HIM and had to keep my focus on what was in my control instead of what wasn't.
And there's no happy ending. A corner has been turned, but it is a shallow one. There is no moment when the doctor comes in and says everything is going to be all right. The best you get is that everything is better - for now.
And just like in Brooke's marriage, where her husband still holds his breath waiting to see what the mood of the day is, still hunts for signs that darker clouds are rolling back onto the horizon - I, too, have had my facility, my lightness of being, shattered and taped back together. Nothing is clear anymore.
The full cost of what has been lost is only just beginning to be counted. There is no way to go back to that time when I had that life. And so very, very much was lost.
Not that life stopped when the clouds rolled in. No, it continued. And there were still good days and even good weeks. Moments of subdued but very real joy. But it was life under a cloud, shrunken and colder from what it had been before.
And I still mourn those early, sunlit days of being a mom and a wife living such a halcyon dream. I am more fragile now. I am still angry. I have to remind myself to exhale.
Trust and forgiveness (of us both) are coming back in tiny, teeny steps. Feelings of love, long since roped back, aren't reawakening in a burst like the magical last 15 minutes of a movie.
So far, I am deciding to stay. There is no right answer, although many may tell me otherwise. And often do – and on both sides. But there is no right answer.
Things are better, and that gives hope. And hope is a powerful elixir. It can get you through the day. When I canÂ’t picture next year, or next month- I can surrender it to hope.
A day at a time.
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thank you for writing that, it was beautiful (although heartbreaking) to read. as pissy as I get at my husband sometimes for being stupid and inconsiderate, I do need to thank my stars that he's healthy and functional. I hate that you missed so much of Bear's first years, though. that just totally sucks. I missed Jake's first steps, too, when I was at work.
Jen
Posted by: Jen_Jake'smom at May 13, 2005 03:43 AM (2/T1v)
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I am out and out crying. Really crying. And each time I read this I cry some more. Because I hate that you went through this, but also because I'd imagine Mike would write this post if he had a blog. And that makes me so sad.
Posted by: Michele at May 13, 2005 04:27 AM (9hHpp)
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Oh, Elizabeth, I've been in a similar place this past year, while my husband has struggled to recuperate from cancer AND get through the horrible depression that followed his surgery. His depression took me down for a while, too; we have both needed therapy and medication to make it to the first shallow corner, turned about a month ago.
Thanks for writing this. I'm wishing you, CD and Bear more sunlit days to come.
Posted by: Kimberly at May 13, 2005 04:29 AM (Ba9x7)
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Michele, Kimberly;
I'm thinking of you with all the empathy in my heart. It feels so alone, how amazing to realize that others understand...
Thanks for having the courage to comment. That awes me.
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 13, 2005 04:30 AM (1/OnF)
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God Bless you for sharing your story. I never really thought about fathers going through depression until I read your post. I suppose I always expected the guy to be there for the mom when she breaks down, kind of like what I've been doing myself these past two days.
You are such a strong woman, for what you did, and what you continue to do.
Posted by: Robyn at May 13, 2005 04:39 AM (FLJz9)
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I'd never heard of the husband going through that sort of depression before.
It shows the depth of your strength and courage that you're able to share this. Here's hoping for better times and a bright future for you all.
Posted by: Ted at May 13, 2005 05:06 AM (blNMI)
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Mental illness is so much more frustrating than physical illness, because there are rarely any definitive diagnoses or cures. It's a lot of trial and error, a lot of blind alleys, and you can't help but think, even if you don't say it out loud, that maybe your loved one just isn't trying very hard.
I've seen mental illness from both sides, and believe me it's a lot harder to be the sick one. The crushing weight of guilt, anger, and futility is really difficult to bear. You know that you're responsible for taking your family to this dark, joyless place, but you feel powerless to change anything. It's easy to understand why a lot of people slide further into the abyss -- or even kill themselves -- instead of struggling inch by inch to climb out of it.
In my mind, I often compare mental illness to diabetes. Thinking of it as a physical defect over which you have little or no control somehow makes it less personal, less shameful. Like diabetics, most people with mental illness never really "recover"; they just learn how to manage their condition. And most of them, if they're willing to make the effort, live happy, productive lives.
You may never again have that innocent faith in tomorrow. But, in some ways, it might make you appreciate today that much more.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 13, 2005 07:13 AM (82Da3)
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Bless your heart!! I have been in the same places as NotDonnaReed, dated and engaged to a man with bi-polar disorder, went with him to his shrink appointments, weathered lots of critical comments and so forth. All of this is to say you need to do what you need to do to look after yourself and Bear. CD will always land on his feet. You and Bear are the ones I am concerned about.
I am so proud of you for sharing this and for looking out for yourself. Good for you that CD left the house. You are not heartless. If anything you are very compassionate and empathetic.
My therapy helped me enormously in dealing with my situation as well as focusing on re-building my life. I encourage you to think of a life filled with joy, love and abundance. Regardless of whether CD is present or not. I encourage you to enjoy every moment with Bear and if possible CD.
During the bad times, I would challenge myself to create the "perfect day" and then to begin to bring that into my life. What is your perfect day??
Hugs and lots of warm, loving support!!!
Posted by: Azalea at May 13, 2005 09:37 AM (hRxUm)
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I've been there, I've been there, I have been there. I can almost completely relate (and I mean, one hundred percent) to what you're saying.
In a nutshell, my husband and I were very happily married for the first two years of our marriage. Right before our first daughter was born, he was laid off. It ended up that he was laid off for a year.
Me, nursing a newborn around the clock, going to work all day, dealing with a baby who had to go to daycare (I'd wanted a nanny; he had the nerve to say we couldn't afford it); him, at home all day, napping, playing a TON of golf, playing video games and surfing the net, and yes, looking for a job - but not hustling for his family in the meantime (i.e., no job at Barnes & Noble for him).
There is so much video footage of me, in work clothes, feeding the baby, bathing the baby, etc., and him, scruffy and haggard in the background.
But his dad had died a few months before all of this, so I cut him some slack - or at least I tried to. The reality was that I built up a lot of resentment and anger. The whole thing changed my perception of him as a person.
Working my way out of that abyss has been really tough. And it was something I had to do on my own - because all that had happened was that he had shown me who he really was, and I just didn't like it - so there was nothing he could now do to "fix" that. I just had to work through it on my own . . . and things have slowly gotten better.
They will never be the way they were pre-2002 - but I hope they will be good enough (or maybe even better).
I hope you find resolution and peace, no matter what. Feel free to write me anytime.
Posted by: Monica C. at May 13, 2005 10:01 AM (gkN3L)
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Elizabeth, you are so strong, brave, patient, caring, loving--AMAZING. I said a little prayer for you after I read this. I hope you have bright days in front of you, and soon.
Posted by: Bond Girl at May 13, 2005 10:18 AM (8caiM)
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You really aren't alone, you know. As much as I know it feels like it. Your post cracked my heart. Then I read Michele's comment and it shattered into bits. I think my husband, too, could have written this.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 13, 2005 03:21 PM (MbhV6)
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Again...you've opened up your heart and your life to us. You've taught me something once again. I'm so glad to hear that there are 'tiny, teeny steps' happening. A glimmer of the joy that once way. There is hope. I too have moments where I have to surrender to the idea of that hope.
Posted by: Grace at May 13, 2005 05:48 PM (2NuSo)
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I never thought too much about looking at it from the other side. I have been suffering from clinical depression due to chronic pain and health issues. Initially, after being diagnosed and put on antidepressants I wanted to talk to my husband about how HE felt, and have him read some books for support, but he was not interested. he loves and supports me, but doesn't want to think too much about what could be.
This was such a well written post - well done for writing it. I felt your soul come through.
Posted by: Kiki at May 15, 2005 04:53 PM (ZqkK+)
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Man, both sides of the fence hurt, don't they? I was fine with the first child, but not so much with the second. He was so sick all the time and I spiraled downhill!! My husband couldn't understand and the hardest thing is not being able to make him understand. There are no words to explain what is going on inside you. You don't know how to cope with the wide range of thoughts and feelings that you have in a days time. My coping mechanism has always been laughter. When you feel unsure, alone - make a joke - if others laugh with you, they won't see the inadequecies. This can also hurt you...if your laughing, then you cannot be depressed... right? It's hard. Your supposed to take the medications, but the medications make you feel drugged out and weird, so which is worse? Being depressed, and crying all the time or living your life like your in the twilight zone all the time?
I feel for you guys, and understand! Do you think this much depression has always existed and there just wasn't the means to share?
Posted by: Misty at May 16, 2005 05:27 AM (d849V)
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This was a beautiful entry. So honest and real and more than a little haunting. I hope the dark stays away.
Posted by: erraticblogmatic at May 17, 2005 01:10 AM (HkwLH)
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A day at a time I too stayed. I needed to stay because of my son, my love and the vision we once had. In the process I discovered there was no right answer. So instead I found a shelter in my friends and when they were gone it shifted to my son, my writing and my work.
A day at a time I became free. The dark clouds returned, and the storm brewed once again. While the waves pushed my shipped in every direction all around me I was forced to make a decision. I chose the least painful and the most serene decision for all concerned. I finally chose to pull anchor and move on.
I think that having realized that this new normal was not what I wanted for my son made it infinitely easier. The truth is my partner was in a place that he couldn't help being but I could. So I opted for sunshine and life. As you say, in retrospect I still mourn the loss of our visions and dreams, but less so; finally without regret, for today at least.
Thank you for your honesty and bravery in sharing this with us.
Posted by: Michele at May 17, 2005 03:38 AM (ht2RK)
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I too have dealt with both sides of depression and on either side the biggest feeling I think is helplessness. The person who is sick is helpless to pull themself out of the funk and the person outside feels helpless to solve the problem. Stay strong. You have an amazing ability to bounce back and I admire you more and more each post for it.
Posted by: Jazzy at May 17, 2005 04:59 AM (Zk9pu)
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Wow, what great writing. This one touches me deep inside, and I keep finding myself nodding along as I read it repeatedly.
You are right, there are no quick fixes, no easy answers. Just a long, grinding climb with lots of slipping back.
Posted by: ben at May 17, 2005 10:30 AM (cMBPb)
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Your post was so amazing. My husband's father and sister went through terrible times of depression and still struggle with it, and I find that our feelings toward them are so totally altered and poisoned from that time. We know it isn't their fault, and we try to understand, but you still peek over your shoulder all the time waiting for it to come back.
Thank you for sharing. Depression is so scary and difficult to fix and more people need to talk about it.
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Where the Year Ends?
So the calendar year ends on Dec 31. And that time is slam-full-busy with the holidays (and all the holiday letters, the creation of the family calendar, celebrating the Scandanvian Yule traditions as well as my American Christian Christmas traditions, family visits, cooking, decorating, cleaning, and gifts -buying wrapping giving receiving and acknowledging.
(Breath Deep. Cleanse. Celebrate the gift of Jesus. Eat peeps.)
The fiscal year ends on Mar 31. Slam-full-busy with end of year financial reconciliations, audits, tax work, final deadlines for several submissions: travel vouchers, medical and child-care receipts, program cost-center invoices, and not the least it is also review time - for me from my managment and for my team members.
(Breath Deep. Switch summer and winter wardrobes. Attend a Memorial Day parade. Enjoy the lilacs.)
The school year ends on June 3. Slam-full-busy with year-end plays, rehersals, board meetings, recitals, projects, last payments for school, goodbye parties, finding summer programs, paying for summer programs, completing annual volunteer requirements, student assessment meetings with teachers, decisions about next year.
(Breathe Deep. Take a summer vacation. Plant some tomatoes and herbs. Take a nap in the hammock with Bear.)
And people wonder why, from November thru June, I babble to myself like a crazy person and repeatedly find refuge hiding under my desk.
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I was thinking of getting a radio & a pillow for under my desk so I could have a little nap at lunch time, I wonder if that would be frowned upon.
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UPDATED: Which way do we go?
UPDATE:
Well, we got the contract and gave our deposit. We are putting Bear into Kindergarten in the fall so he can stay in the same class with all his friends and the teacher he's had for the past 2 years. We've decided to decide next year whether he's ready for 1st grade or if we should keep him a second year in the Kindergarten. This idea came from you guys, and it was a fabulous one. Montessori combines the 3,4 and 5 year-olds so it wouldn't be confusing or hurtful at all to keep him back next year since he'd just be returning to the same class with 2/3 of the same kids.
Some folks asked, so here it is: Tuition is about $6,750 for preschool, about $7,500 for Kindergarten (which is an extra 3 hours/day), and about $8,000 for 1st thru 3rd grade at this well-respected Montessori school in a decent suburb just outside Chicago. Plus activity costs, supplies, and a minimum comittment of volunteer time on the parents.
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Because Bear's birthday is the first week in September, and he'll be 5 this year, we are deeply torn about whether he should start Kindergarten next fall.
On the one hand, since he is in a Montessori classroom, it doesn't matter - he is in a blended environment with other 3, 4 and 5 year-olds and there is no diferentiation on which ones are the "Kindergartners".
But then at 11:30 every morning, most of the kids go downstairs and get picked up to go home. Except the Kindergartners, who go out to the play area for recess before lunch and then to merge with the other Kindergartners for afternoon class.
There are so many arguments about whether it is best for a child to be the youngest or oldest in the class and this is exactly where we are stuck with Bear. He will either be one or the other.
His teacher says he's almost ready for Kindergarten, and that she could support whichever decision we make.
With some allowances made so that kids can stay with their favorite teachers for all 3 years if they want, there are quotas for each class with a third percentage of the population in each age group. Bear's current teacher has only has a few spots open for next year and they are all for Kindergarten kids. Another teacher has some non-Kindergarten spots.
We missed initial enrollment but the director has kindly offered us our choice of these two remaining spots. But of course, we need to decide quickly.
Yikes.
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My oldest child was young to start K. I won't make that mistake again.
It didn't make that big of a difference in k, or first or second grades. But now, in 7th, I can see that it would have been better to wait. Academically, no. He's doing really well - all A's and B's. Socially, he's on the outskirts. He's also one of the few that haven't begun to go through puberty yet - some of the girls are taller than he is.
My third child, and my fourth, as well as my fifth, all have summer birthdays. All either have started a year later, or will start a year later, when they do go to school. I have no doubt about that at all. My third child is leaping over the stuff that they other kids in her class are doing; I think it's because she's a bit older. She also has more confidence. Child #6, she's a December birthday, so no problems there.
Anyway, that's my (long) two cents.
Good luck!
Posted by: Carmen at May 11, 2005 02:47 PM (6h91R)
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Thanks so much.
I wonder if it is different for boys and girls.
But then again, I'm a November birthday and was pushed ahead so that I graduated at 17 years old and I was always socially just a step behind too.
Thanks Carmen, for the long-term view, you've given me a perspective I didn't have!
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 11, 2005 02:51 PM (BAn4z)
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I wouldn't do it. My two boys have August or September birthdays. My oldest turned 6 just after kindergarten started and my youngest will be 6 likely just days before kindy. They're better off, I think. And yes, especially boys.
My daughter on the other hand has a May birthday, is one of the younger kids in her class and she's just fine. My boys - well, my oldest in particular - would have been socially far, far behind. These are all children who've been in preschool and they go to public elementary. So your educational miles may vary!
Posted by: bev at May 11, 2005 04:39 PM (xOu0z)
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My daughter has got a late September birthday like me. I started K early. So did my hubs (early Sept bday). And we both did fine. We've had our girl tested for readiness at two different schools. All the teachers at her preschool and all the Moms who've stayed in the class to help out during this school year all agree. That's she's ready. So with all that input we decided to get her started in kindergarten this fall. She'll be attending a small charter school. We chose this route so that she'll get more individualized attention and be in a more intimate setting.
Posted by: Grace at May 11, 2005 05:46 PM (2NuSo)
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My grandmother's best friend was a teacher and when my parents were faced with this question for me (mid-August birthday), she said that since I was already reading it would've been cruel to keep me in kindergarden where I would've been bored and drive the teacher nuts. Yet since then, we've agreed that boys end up two years behind the girls in maturity somewhere around middle school and they could benefit from being a little older.
Posted by: Angie at May 11, 2005 06:47 PM (PGmfY)
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I wouldn't worry about the social thing as much. Age isn't the determinant of social ability and acceptance. If he is ready academically, let him go. I was a november baby, if they had held me back I would have been bored to tears. Some bored and frustrated kids can be trouble.
Posted by: Susan at May 11, 2005 07:48 PM (pO1tP)
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I think you're in a really good situation, either way. It's great that he doesn't have to change schools, and possibly even teachers. That kind of continuity will be very helpful, whatever option you choose.
It's so hard to predict a kid's social development. Some are early-bloomers, and others are late. Some are naturally charismatic, and others will always be awkward. I personally don't think it's bad for a kid to be a little out of step with his peers, since kids these days do some really stupid things.
I always thought sending a child to school early was a good idea, but now I wonder if, from an athletic perspective, it's better to wait. If you think Bear will want to be active in sports, I suppose it might put him at a disadvantage to be so much younger than the other kids.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 12, 2005 01:35 AM (82Da3)
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Do you see public school in the future at some point? What's the date cutoff there? I also have a November birthday, and graduated HS at 17, but at the time the NYC cutoff wasn't until December, so it wasn't unusual.
Are any of his good friends from preschool going to be in kindegarten next year? If so, and if you like his current teacher, I think I'd go ahead and sign up for the kindegarten slot. You can always send him to kindegarten again the next year if he seems to be overwhelmed.
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 12, 2005 02:32 AM (v+q53)
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Wow, this is a tough one, and you won't know what the right answer was for several years. For future public school, they generally won't/shouldn't make him repeat grades he's successfully managed at the Mont. school.
My kids also have fall birthdays, and I started them both early because of the academic boredom factor. (Teachers and schools SHOULD put most weight on the academics, but you know, eventually they don't.) And yes, I worry more about the boy's social development (now in second grade) that I do about the girl's (now in fifth).
I have come to understand that even for kids with the same birthday, there's a great variance of "normal" social development--being six months younger does NOT mean you will be smaller, or quieter! Kids don't age/move through stages in lockstep.
I agree with the first poster--put him in K, and you can always repeat K depending on how the next year turns out. (On the other hand, if you're going to quit your job and stay home with him for a year of fun mom-and-kid time, then you want him to keep coming home early, right?)
P.S. We've managed the sports thing by participating in extra-school soccer, where team assignment is strictly based on birthdate, not grade.
Posted by: cc at May 12, 2005 02:56 AM (O2Ovh)
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Well, only you know Bear and know what's best, but here's my two cents. I was among the youngest in my class, started Kindergarten at 4 and was 17 when I graduated (turned 18 in October of my freshman year at college). I never struggled academically, really (just from laziness, not because it was too hard). I did feel less mature sometimes than my contemporaries, but I STILL feel that way every now and then
. I just think school is such a long haul, giving the child the extra year of freedom at the end is worth it, especially if the teacher thinks he's ready. Good luck with your decision!
Posted by: Kris at May 12, 2005 03:11 AM (zqNbM)
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yep. My Kid turned 5 on Aug. 30. He was JUST UNDER the cut-off (Sept. 1).
I was a November baby, so I was the youngest in my class. I was fine with that. Like My Kid, I was more than ready (academically as well as socially) to go ahead and start.
One parent asked me, "Consider this: do you want him to go off to college when he's 17 almost 18 or 18 almost 19?" That's a good arguement, but we started him anyway.
He's done fine. I seriously do not think you or he will suffer from either decision. Have you talked to him? What does he want to do?
Posted by: kalisah at May 12, 2005 03:44 AM (Asbv8)
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I've moved from antisocial bitch to www.ded63.com. Please update your link when you get a chance.
Thanks!
Posted by: D~ at May 12, 2005 04:11 AM (g2gUG)
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I always wondered if there was a stigma from being the "oldest" in a class. There wasn't on me, being the "youngest" - but then, there were always a few kdis who'd skipped a grade so I wasn't really the youngest anyway.
Bear isn't all that interested in academics yet, although he seems to learn by osmosis - since he is starting to read and write now just the same as his classmates who spend a lot of time with the sandpaper letters at school.
He loves karate but other sports not so much yet. He will spend hours and hours running around the playground at full speed with the kids playing tag and "chase me" but he isn't quite "there" for organized sport.
I had never thought about a possible 2-year stint in Kindergarten. That's really got me thinking. Has anyone else done that?
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 12, 2005 04:22 AM (BAn4z)
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I was a september birthday. They held me back so I was the oldest. Forever after that I always had older friends. I feel more comfortable with people 2+ years older than me. However, at the district I went to school they had advanced learning classes so I was taking classes 2 or more ahead of each grade I was in. I think it really doesn't matter. He'll fit in just fine. Kid's adapt.
Posted by: suz at May 12, 2005 05:00 AM (GhfSh)
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From the point of view of academics, studies have pretty consistently shown that it's better to have them go ahead and start kindergarten sooner for kids whose age is on the borderline. (Source of random factoid: Einstein Never Used Flash Cards, which I just finished a couple of days ago). Especially since this way he gets to keep the same teacher, that's probably the way I'd go. But I think Bear will land on his feet no matter where you put him - he seems to be that kind of kid.
Posted by: ElizabethN at May 12, 2005 05:54 AM (ERU18)
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I'd say ignore ages, ignore social strata, ignore youngest/oldest. Put him where the content will appeal to him the most. If he's interested in what he's doing he'll be comfortable where he is.
Posted by: Jim at May 12, 2005 08:08 AM (tyQ8y)
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I say shoot and ask questions later!
Oh wait wrong cliche'
We started one early and the other we may need to wait until his teen years to enroll. I think it's a gut feeling. Yeah go with your gut.
Posted by: Genuine at May 12, 2005 08:35 AM (bSmzT)
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Ooh - tough decision! My son (12) is an August birthday & started kindergarten at 5, my daughter (9) is a Septermber birthday & started at 6. I wish I would've held my son back, he was mentally ready but not socially (which we learned too late)and still hasn't really caught up. My daughter, on the other hand, is doing much better all around; but I can't trace that to starting Kindergarten late.
Hopefully you'll find the answer for Bear soon.
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May 10, 2005
Heart Sick
I came down with a fierce cold Friday that persisted through today. I feel ucky and swollen and drippy.
It has been a sick, long, and - did I mention sick? - winter. I am glad that it is now officially spring, and my lilacs are in bloom.
With the flowers comes an unbearable sweetness of Bear. He offers me piles of freshly plucked dandelions and handfuls of fallen petals from the fruit trees crushed in his chubby hand.
I savor them all, carefully putting them in water. In the garage, I have a bags of "special fertilizer" that will obliterate these weeds to a chemical hell from wence they best not return. In my office, however, they're drooping bouquets that we pretend are soup and make me all better.
He sings to me, and pats my hair, and tucks the yellow buds behind my ear.
I pull him tight until he squirms and I thank him sincerely. Pleased, he runs off to gather more. To heal me.
And I don't let him see me cry, the crushing fleetingness of these moments doped up on Dayquil and pressing my heart.
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Oh, that is so sweet. I loved giving my mom dandelion bouquets, but I don't think they ever wound up in water.
Hope you feel better soon. I agree, there have been some nasty bugs going around this winter.
Posted by: Robyn at May 11, 2005 04:50 AM (FLJz9)
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Hey, so we share a passion for bad tv shows, ha?
I found this place looking for Dawson's creek pics :-)
Saludos!
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May 04, 2005
Anniversary Plans
Hi there,
My Blogiversary is coming up in a couple of weeks and to celebrate, I am going to hire someone to overhaul the look/feel of Corporate Mommy. I am desperately seeking suggestions - won't you? Please? Be my neighbor? Er, I mean, give me your ideas?
(Please, no, really, - leave a comment even if you think it should just stay the way it is - as you may tell, I'm not big on changing what isn't broke. Maybe I should spend the money on a spa day instead?)
1. I'm thinking of changing the color scheme. Is black text on white backround the easiest to read? Should the text box be wider? The sidebar easier to read? Less cramped full 'o stuff? What grade do you give the color and layout now?
2. Should there be a picture of me? A different banner?
3. How do folks feel about a a midi of "Dream the Impossible Dream" that would play every time you loaded the page? Maybe not? Maybe "Wind Beneath My Wings"? *heeee*
4. What kind of gin can I use in a celebratory appletini if I really don't like vodka?
5. Recommendations for designers? Packages?
6. After all this time, should I bring over the old blogger stuff? Because I got TONS of old blogger stuff.
7. How do you feel about the "100 things" and the "About" - would a list of "Best Posts" do a better job of introducing newbies to Corporate Mommy?
8. Should the Bear Stories have a button all their own?
Thanks! Have I told you lately that I love you?
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Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Maria at May 04, 2005 10:30 AM (Vsfva)
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hmmm. First I would get rid of the most recent comments thing on the sidebar - seems a bit cramped. While we're talkin about the sidebar maybe remove the AOL instant messenger thing since I don't think I've ever seen you actually online on that thing.
I like the about page and the 100 things. When I first found your site I read those first to get a feel for who you were. It helped and made me read on.
Who am I to judge these things though. I simply have the template that looked the least offensive at blogspot.
Happy early blogoversary.
Posted by: suz at May 04, 2005 10:45 AM (GhfSh)
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I think it's great the way it is! Sometimes change is good, though. You could always just buy a new skin. I personally like bright colors and big, bold graphics, but nothing that's too busy or hard to read. After I've gone to a site a few times, though, I don't really pay attention to the layout. I guess I just get used to it, and my brain filters it out. Huh.
I'd stay away from music. If people are surfing your site at work or in the presence of sleeping children, that could get them in trouble. :-)
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 04, 2005 11:15 AM (82Da3)
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I love it the way it is and wouldn't change a thing.
Posted by: RP at May 04, 2005 02:02 PM (X3Lfs)
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1) Just an FYI, but people with vision problems can usually only read black text on light background. So FYI.
2) Yes. Cause we're nosy.
3) It may cause me to commit random acts of violence, but at this stage of my life, that's probably ok.
4)Bombay Sapphire. You'll never think about Tanqueary again.
5) Calvin Klein. Or Prada if you're feeling really naff.
6) Technical web question. I think I just blew a fuse.
7) Sure. I never read stuff like that, but sure. Then again, I'm not a newbie. Well, not at blogging anyway. Numchucks and I still haven't gotten acquainted.
To quote the fabulous Steve Martin: Set your heart free and your mind will follow.
Posted by: Helen at May 04, 2005 07:17 PM (AabhR)
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I really love your site - I can't think of anything changes specifically. In terms of #3 - I vote no on the music.
'100 things' lists are okay as introductions, but I rarely make it through all 100 when people do that.
Happy blogoversary and thanks for writing!
Posted by: Rachael at May 04, 2005 09:22 PM (LVFlU)
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I love this look! The banner is great. It's always nice to have a picture to put a face with the name. And I like the idea of a Best Posts, it's nice to learn the history if you're new. Have fun!
Posted by: trb at May 05, 2005 04:55 AM (LRR15)
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1. White on black is definitely the best. Easy to read, classic and classy all at the same time. You can go with a very lightly shaded background but nothing more than that.
Kathleen's background is the darkest I'd ever go.
2. A picture? Absotively. Bet you can't beat my cow pic though. Heh. I think your banner is kick-ass right now. I wouldn't change it except for colors if you go with a different color scheme.
3. No.Midi.Ever.
4. Gin glows under blacklight. Substitute a decent single malt instead.
5. Um. No idea.
Rob has been the only one to ever stroll through my templates. You might be able to get some help here with a post at
Munuviana.
6. Yes! And we'll even be able to do this soon.
7. 100 things is too long. Lists of facts, even when presented with humor, just don't hold my attention. Now those same facts wrapped up inside of juicy anecdotes are a fine repast. Go for the "Best of" option.
8. Yeah. Give Bear his own category. With MT you can assign more than one category to a post so one post could be a "best of" as well as a "Bear".
Posted by: Jim at May 05, 2005 05:43 AM (tyQ8y)
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Black on white definitely easiest to read -- keep it. Keep the rest. Add a picture of yourself somewhere. Now go to a spa day!!!
Posted by: Kelly at May 05, 2005 06:52 AM (VPwLk)
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Okay, now I feel incredibly guilty for not finishing the design I started those months ago. Augh! The guilt! It hurts!
Posted by: Anna at May 05, 2005 07:41 AM (PI7/g)
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I'm going to have to vote yes on the picture, a big 'ole NO on the midi and leave the rest the way it is. Oh, and no suggestions on the alcohol, unless it is a microbrew - I can't help you.
Posted by: B at May 05, 2005 09:02 AM (TQHLW)
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I used www.web-divas.com to do my blog, they are great. You should give them a try.
Posted by: PB at May 05, 2005 12:20 PM (j22Qh)
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I personally like the 100 things, I always read them.
I just employed web-divas also, they are quick and good! I suggest getting Cherry to help you out. I have seen some good pics at getty images of corporate women with kids at their feet.
Posted by: Misty at May 05, 2005 01:40 PM (YxFcv)
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Yes to a pic, best posts would be nice, but leave everything else that way it is. Now stop obsessing and go to a spa!
Later
Posted by: Cathy at May 05, 2005 03:47 PM (VndOb)
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I like the current color scheme. I like the bear story button idea and yes to a picture. Personalizes the site. But I wouldn't change just to change. I've left mine exactly the same since I first designed it.
Posted by: Philip at May 06, 2005 02:32 AM (vhWf1)
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As long as you end up with a comfortable place to write, and do, in fact, keep writing, I really don't care how the blog looks. It'll be perfect, as long as you like it.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 06, 2005 04:08 AM (jl9h0)
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Happy Mother's Day! I never fail to smile when I think of you and your gorgeous way with words. Have a wonderful day!
Posted by: Jenny at May 08, 2005 04:23 AM (fcvxR)
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I hope I am not too late to provide feedback on the blog:
Would love to see a picture of you and please please keep the 100 things, it's one of my favourite reads. Bear surely deserves his own button and otherwise the banner and general look is great, so I would not change a thing (except removing the column with latest comments). Hope you had a fantastic mother's day! Love.
Posted by: sol at May 10, 2005 11:01 AM (wrjyf)
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Hey, just found your blog as I was looking for Dawson's creek pics to ilustrate my blog about this "shame-show"
Looks like we share that ;-)
Posted by: P at May 12, 2005 08:53 AM (PGBbq)
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Hmm...I will have to get back to you about overhauling the web site. I kinda like it now. I like the 100 things. Give Bear a button. I like blue and your banner is great. Change a few things just to keep things fresh, but there's no need to go nuts; a day spa sounds great! NO MUSIC. I've been staring at a screen all day and am fresh out of design ideas, but I tell you what...Bombay Sapphire is the best gin for martinis. I think I'll go make myself a martini now, since you mention it. Quite tasty. Great way to unwind at the end of a day of staring at a computer screen!
Posted by: Laura at May 17, 2005 03:35 PM (3cOz+)
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I like your basic design as is, though I understand the desire for a new look.
Just a response to your question re: width of text box. A friend of mine who is involved with graphic layout (including books) has a rule of thumb that a column of text should be 70-75 characters wide. Much arrower than that makes the text seems choppy; wider, your eyes don't scan the column easily, leading to eyestrain.
Posted by: Kimberly at May 17, 2005 08:17 PM (Ba9x7)
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Post-Script to Constipation Nation
Picking Bear up from his Montessori morning preschool program (when did we stop calling it 'Nursery School'?) this morning, I swung into the carpool lane listening to my most recent homemade CD*.
Bear marched up to the car with his teacher, Miss HotChick, holding his hand.
"We heard Bear had quite a morning," she said with a grin as she helped Bear into the van and into his car seat.
"Yes!" he agreed enthusiastically. "Remember, Mommy? I had a stuck POOPY and it hurt a little but then it was ok and then I medicine in my boom-boom and then it came RIGHT OUT and then I watched it in the potty and I was all better!"
Miss HotChick tried to keep a straight face at this recitation as she pulled on the seatbelt to get enough for Bear to click it into place. She was careful of her 1-inch purple sparkly fingernails.
Bear informed me, "You know what? Miss HotChick has a Tongue ring! A red one!"
"Really?" I asked.
"Five years I've had it and Bear is the first student to ever notice," she admitted. She stuck out her tongue at Bear with a smile. It is a red enamel stud - about as low-key as a tongue piercing can get.
Bear stuck out his tongue back and giggled.
She told me that she'd been honest with the kids once Bear had announced her piercing and explained that it had been done for decoration and only by a doctor when she was a grown-up. And that it had hurt a little when the needle had gone through.
"You know what, Mommy?" Bear asked as we pulled away from the curb. "I told her the medicine for her owie tongue!"
"What, Bear?"
"Just like my boom-boom - a 'POSSITORY' !!"
more...
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One of these days we're going to have to have a play date with your son and my daughter. Let me know next time you head up to the Cape or out this way. Y'all can crash with us and break your journey. It'd be big fun!
Posted by: RP at May 04, 2005 09:11 AM (LlPKh)
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The director of my son's last preschool also had a pierced tongue and dagger fingernails. What's up with that? I'm not saying they should all dress in Laura Ashley (although that would be nice), but do they need to look like porn stars? I also have a problem with daycare workers who smell like cigarette smoke. I don't want my son to associate unconditional love with that dirty ashtray smell. Ewwww.
Posted by: notdonnareed at May 04, 2005 11:19 AM (82Da3)
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how in the world does anyone teach preschoolers with one-inch long sparkly purple fingernails???
Posted by: kalisah at May 05, 2005 03:46 AM (B6gHW)
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Very carefully?
They match her streaked hair. Props for being coordinated?
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 05, 2005 03:54 AM (G9wRx)
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It's so fun when our kids "share" bodily function stories. Little ones (especially preschoolers) have the BEST memories too. He-he-he!
Posted by: Grace at May 05, 2005 06:21 AM (2NuSo)
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That is BEYOND funny. Even if the body piercings may have been different, we've all been there to a certain extent.
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Early Morning Constipation
I was dreaming of living in a NYC penthouse, with - and I don't understand this - Ashton & Demi and clan in the other apartment on the floor and sharing the large deck. I wore gorgeous gowns and amazing shoes and smelled like Coco by Chanel.
I was twirling into the apartment, in a striped silk cocktail dress that would make Sarah Jessica Parker weep with envy, when I heard it:
Bear: It won't come out.
CD: Well sit some more and keep trying.
Bear: It's hard and it won't come out.
*Pulled a pillow over my head. Reminded myself that it is definitely CD's turn to deal with this. I have taken off two mornings from work in the last couple of months when over-indulgence in goldfish crackers or molasses cookies caused this problem before.*
In my dream, there were tall trees providing dappled shadows into my lovely apartment. And a view of Central Park. A riot of sunset on the horizon. Count Basey was providing the soundtrack.
CD: We have some pills. They go up your boom-boom and will make the poopy soft and come out.
Bear: Do they hurt?
CD: They shouldn't. They feel funny, though. Can you be brave?
Bear: Yes, I can be brave, Daddy.
*Rolled over and pretended I was still asleep. Reminded myself that last month CD had been happily sitting in his cubby while I had been rubbing Bear's back and speaking in soothing tones while he sat on the toilet and waited for the orange juice to work.*
CD: I can't find the suppositories.
ME: I bought new ones, in the medicine cabinet in the kitchen.
CD: What's this other stuff?
ME: Oral medicine that does the same thing.
Bear: (After tasting it) Uh, that's yucky. Can we do the other one that goes in the boom-boom?
CD: (Tasting it himself) Gross.
ME: Cod liver oil and flavorings.
CD: (Making a face) No amount of flavorings can help cod liver oil.
I dig back under the covers and try to recapture my sepia dream. The light, the breeze, the music. I change the neckline of my dress to more low cut, night falls and the lights of New York come alive on the other side of the floor-length windows.
I have a martini, and stroll out on the deck. A tall, dark man (maybe CD? Maybe Clive Owen?) is there, smoking a cigar. I hear the faint sounds of a party from the other apartment.
He looks at me, and grins. I grin back. He leaves the cigar in a large crystal ashtray and walks towards me, holding out his hand. The moment we touch, I get shivers.
Bear: The poopy won't hurt?
CD: No, the medicine will make it soft.
Bear: OK.
CD: (Trying to hide his grossed-out expression) Now let's put it in your boom-boom.
ME: (Sighing, opening my eyes and getting out of bed) Let me get a towel, this could be messy.
All's Well That Ends Well: Sure enough, while CD ran to Dunkies to get us some coffee and bagel, Bear had a successful run to the potty. Grinning, he explaimed that the poopy had been soft and had come "right out"!
Mysterious guy on the deck, however, has drifted away for good into the mist of dreams. Ah, well.
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Okay, tell your secret. How do you get your husband to be willing to do that? Hubby has watched me push the medicine in the boom boom, but I don't think any money in the world would convince him to do the pushing. I'm not sure he would even THINK of such a thing on his own!
Posted by: Tammy/averagemom at May 04, 2005 05:53 AM (aFeo0)
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I pretended to be asleep
But he knew it was his turn for sure!!!
Between you and me, I'm actually the more grossed-out one of the two of us. Really, I'm a woos.
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Oh God! I just love your Bear stories! I was waiting for your dream to incorporate Bear's issue after a while.
Posted by: B at May 04, 2005 07:01 AM (TQHLW)
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That's something that CD was about to handle all this on his own. But I would have definitely been doing the "I'm still sleeping" business too!
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May 03, 2005
Viva la Blog-Linking Revolution!!
Grace over at
I Am Dr. Laura's Worst Nightmare has started a love-fest by announcing that she will not be party to any link-cliques. Huzzah, huzzah.
I understand link-cliques. I do. There's only so much room in a sidebar- and if you belong to a whacko-boffo-rocking blog colony like Munuviana then half of it is already spoken for. Also? Sometimes long-haired freaky people* step on the grass AND link to you and then you ask yourself; must I link back?
Well, everyone must swing the way that fits them best. Some people prefer to keep their linking policy to themselves, but I'm not the shy and retiring type. So to be loud and clear, here:
The Corporate Mommy Blog-Link Policy is "If you link to me, then I will link to you".
Despite that "Marauding Marsupial" title from TTLB, 'Corporate Mommy' is just a little blog in a big kalaidescopic electronic pond. I write because to stop is to go bonkers, and not in a good way.
It is amazing to me that despite my little footprint, people think that I am worth visiting. And whoever you are, whatever your walk, if you take the time to link to me then you have honored me. And I thank you. And I will reciprocate.
*P.S. Personally, I dig long-haired freaky people. Just saying.
** P.P.S. If you HAVE linked to me and I haven't linked back, for heaven's sake - tell me! Thanks.
***P.P.P.S. My borderline Obsessive/Compulsive personality dictates that I mention that I reserve the right not to link to you if you are abusive, cruel, exploitative, or spam-for-profit.
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It's okay that you don't link to me. Most days I definitely fall under "piece of crap." (hopefully without the biggoted part)
Posted by: Robyn at May 03, 2005 04:19 AM (FLJz9)
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Fixed!
You are now officially linked. And you are NOT a piece of crap.
Everyone, visit RObyn. Tell her she's not a piece of crap!
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 03, 2005 04:21 AM (q6wXP)
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I link to you...
but I'm a newbie, a freshman, a rookie etc etc. I totally understand I have not done my time yet in the blogosphere to be requesting linkage.
Posted by: suz at May 03, 2005 04:44 AM (GhfSh)
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Oh, thanks for saying that. Today's probably not the best day to visit. I'm not funny or witty. I committed blog sin and did math for my mom. I had to prove to her that even though gas is high, it's not worth buying a new vehicle over. Everyone is like, whoa, too much math for me, freakazoid. Where's that baby? This is crap!
Posted by: Robyn at May 03, 2005 04:47 AM (FLJz9)
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Suz, you're linked!
Welcome to the blogosphere
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 03, 2005 05:13 AM (q6wXP)
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Interesting policy. I only link to people I want to visit on a regular basis. That includes you, of course.
Posted by: RP at May 03, 2005 07:13 AM (LlPKh)
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I have a question on postscript 2 (**P.P.S.). How should the long haired freaky people let you know when they link to you? Cause...you know...they need not apply.
I can't believe I went there. I'm so ashamed.
Posted by: Jim at May 03, 2005 07:31 AM (tyQ8y)
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I dont have a blog these days but if i did i would link to you
i am just glad you write - not to stop you going bonkers - just because you write so well!
abs x
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*blush*
Get thee a blog again soon, please
And yes, long-haired freaky people should definitely take off their hat and reveal themselves.
Heavens, I went there too. But NO SHAME, man! No Shame in it at all!
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And here I was just going to write you a thank you note for adding me to your blogroll (noticed it over the weekend) - now I can thank you publicly instead!
Posted by: Betsy at May 03, 2005 09:35 AM (XnNE6)
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I link you, you link me, we're a happy family...
Actually, I do have you in my blogroll, but for some reason the link never works. I've taken it down and redone it, but still, nothing. Hmmm.
I guess I don't have a policy, really. I use my blogroll as the easy link list of blogs I visit regularly. That's it. If I don't read you, you aren't on the list. Easy!
Why do I have stars next to my name? Cause I'm extra special?!
Posted by: Tammy/averagemom at May 03, 2005 09:46 AM (aFeo0)
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A) I used to link everyone that even fleetingly thought about me.
B) I used to feel obligated to check these links everyday.
C) I used to feel stressed if I didn't check them.
D) I stopped checking them.
E) In fact, I stopped updating most of my links
F) I have removed many links of places I just don't visit anymore.
G) I've been thinking of removing my links and just making the whole list private. It's the guilt. It's always the guilt.
H) Dude. Way long comment.
Posted by: Helen at May 04, 2005 06:30 AM (AabhR)
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I know - the GUILT! Why do we DO This to ourselves??
I give myself permission to scan through the entire list when I feel like it. There are those I read compulsively *cough* and those that wax and wane.
But linking also encourages new bloggers - I know that when you linked to me, I practically cried. It certainly gave me a boost to keep going!
Wait - NO GUILT attached to that. You know that right? This should be all about the love. And No guilt
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 04, 2005 06:36 AM (nuRFq)
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Babe, you'll always be on my list.
Ooh-unless you wear black sneakers and encourage readers to drink special kool-aid while waiting for their spaceship.
We might have issues then.
But only then
Posted by: Helen at May 04, 2005 06:39 AM (AabhR)
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