Monkeys!

September 3rd, 2010

The morning was not off to a good start.  I hadn’t slept well and I woke up with a headache.  I was grumpy.  I really, really wanted to go back to bed.

I lifted a groggy Pinky out of her crib.  As I changed her diaper, she protested being up so early.  When I pulled her little sausage

arm through the sleeve of her shirt, she pointed to a sock monkey (the theme of her room) and very clearly said, “monkeys”.

I was shocked.  She says “mamama” and “daddy”, but that’s about it for her verbal skills (although make no mistake, she makes her wishes known quite clearly).  She hasn’t even said “no” yet, a word to which she has quite a bit of exposure.

“Monkeys?!?!  I said.

“Monkeys,” she confirmed.

And then we celebrated.  I showered her with praise and kisses.  We ambushed Willis as he got out of the shower with our good news.  We did a monkey dance of happiness.

And just like that, grumpiness turned to joy.  Mental and physical exhaustion transformed into gratitude.  With that one word, I no longer dreaded the day ahead.

I appreciate Pinky’s reminder to focus on my blessings and the opportunities that each day brings.

Monkeys to you!

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Things I Wish I Wrote

September 1st, 2010

Couple of things I came across this week.  Enjoy!

Caught In the ‘I’ll Do It Myself’ Cycle - Wall Street Journal

How To Do It ‘All”: Get Lots of Help – Wall Street Journal

Saying Yes To Yourself - Illuminated Mind

I Am Enough – Tracey Clark

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Six

August 30th, 2010

Get out of my face.

Six is proving to be a strange age.  On one hand, my sweet, thoughtful, funny little boy has turned into a loud, gross, hyper spaz.  G is always right up in people’s faces.  I say ‘shhh’ so much, the muscles in my face actually get tired.  While I love him to pieces, he’s a lot to take.

On the other hand, G is so smart and our conversations (when he can calm down long enough to have one) are getting more and more interesting.  His explanation of how popcorn works and how Legos are made are great fun.  He’s fascinated by the flags of the world, so we’re studying geography together.

Since he started first grade two weeks ago, he’s developed an interest in being helpful.  He wants to pull weeds with Willis, he wants to carry the bags out to the car for me in the morning.  He’s been a great help.

After dinner the other night, G said, “Mom, can I please, please, please learn how to do the dishes?”

“Um…yeah.”  So we had some on-the-job training.

“See how it’s like a puzzle to find the best way to fit all the different shaped dishes into the dishwasher?”

“Yeah.  Cool!”

“After you put the soap in, you close the door and push this button right here.”

“I get to push it?  Awesome.”

“Now that you’re an expert on the dishes, you want to learn how to use the new washing machine?”

“Yes!”

I almost feel like I should warn him about the terrible precedent he is setting for himself, but I will certainly not discourage housework!

New compromise:  You can be loud and talk about boogers as much as you want – as long as you do it while cleaning up the kitchen at the same time.

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Does It Count As a Date If It Involves a Hardware Store?

August 27th, 2010

Grandma wanted some time with the kids this weekend, so Willis and I found ourselves childless on Saturday morning.  We spent the time running errands together at Costco, Lowes, Bed Bath & Beyond and other such mundane places.

Romantic?  No.  Except it kind of was.

We grabbed lunch at the Chinese place we used to go during our poverty years.  We had uninterrupted conversation.  We enjoyed each other’s company and reconnected with each other.

It may not have been a candle light dinner and a stroll in the moonlight, but that’s OK.  The most important elements were there.  Our romantic stroll just happened to be at Target.

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Marriage in the Balance

August 25th, 2010

What the secret to a long-lasting happy marriage?  It’s a cliché question with no true, comprehensive answer.  Every marriage is different and each relationship has its own unique and complex challenges.  However, I think that perhaps it can all be boiled down to a simple concept – balance.

Is he high energy, while you’re more quiet?  Are you more self-focused or more nurturing of your partner?  Who makes the most money?  Who does most of the work at home?  Is one of you more of a creative thinker while the other is structural and organized in their thought processes?  Who has the more active libido?  Who talks more?  Who has the power in your marriage?  Who’s the most ambitious?  Who makes the decisions?  Who handles the day-to-day details?

There are no right or wrong answers – it’s just a matter of finding the delicate balance between the two of you to make sure everyone’s needs are met.  My idiosyncrasies balance out your idiosyncrasies.  When the relationship is disrupted in either small or large ways, we work together to pull it back into balance.

Perhaps this is why they say that opposites attract.  Because two extremes balance one another out.  And every couple’s balancing act is different.

What do you think?  Does this ring true in your relationship?

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Saved By the Books

August 23rd, 2010

I claimed a bit of joy last week.  The past two weeks have been crazy.  In addition to our normal family scurrying, there was something going on every night – a meeting, or an appointment, or a lesson.  All I wanted to do was come home and have a quiet meal with Willis and the kids.  Maybe throw in a load of laundry.  But instead, I was grabbing a burger in the car on my way from one place to the next – again.  It was two straight weeks of go, go, go and I was worn out.

Towards the end of this hectic time, I was surprised to find an unclaimed hour in my day.  It would take me ½ hour to get to my meeting, but I didn’t need to be there for 90 minutes.  I drove towards my destination trying to remember what errands needed to be run and thinking about how I could squeeze some productivity out of this extra time.

Then I saw it.  Coming up on the right was a Barnes & Noble.  “Hey!  I can do something fun with this time!  Why didn’t I think of that?”  And that’s just what I did.  I spent a whole hour in a bookstore.  By myself!

I browsed through the books about architecture and design.  I scanned fiction that I haven’t read yet.  I lingered in the bargain books.  I love books and I love solitude.  I was in heaven.

I may have looked like a completely normal person to other shoppers, but in my head, I was screaming, “Whee!  I’m free!”  I looked at the kids in the children’s section.  “Do any of them need to pee?  I don’t care!  Wahoo!”  Perhaps I need to get out more.

Nonetheless, it was just the boost I needed.  We’re through the busy time on this month’s calendar, so I can get back to my time with Willis, Pinky & G.  I’m grateful for that and I’m extremely grateful for that gift of a free hour.

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A Woman Should Have

August 20th, 2010

This list was originally published in the 90’s and has bounced around the internet a bajillion times.  It was written by New York Times Best-Selling Author, Pamela Redmond Satran, but is often mis-attributed by Maya Angelou.  Oh how I wish I wrote this! – but to be clear, I didn’t.   It’s a superb list though, of things women need to know about relationships, marriage, parenting and adulthood in general.

By the age of 30, a woman should have:

  1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come.
  2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
  3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour.
  4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
  5. A youth you’re content to move beyond.
  6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
  7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it.
  8. An e-mail address, a voice mailbox and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you.
  9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded.
  10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
  11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra.
  12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it.
  13. The belief that you deserve it.
  14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30.
  15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.

By the age of 30, a woman should know:

  1. How to fall in love without losing yourself.
  2. How you feel about having kids.
  3. How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
  4. When to try harder and when to walk away.
  5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next.
  6. The names of: the secretary of state, your great-grandmother and the best tailor in town.
  7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
  8. How to take control of your own birthday.
  9. That you can’t change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents.
  10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
  11. What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love.
  12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs or not flossing for very long.
  13. Who you can trust, who you can’t and why you shouldn’t take it personally.
  14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault.
  15. Why they say life begins at 30.
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What Nourishes You?

August 18th, 2010

A while back, my work team took the Myers Briggs personality assessment.  Then we had a day of training about how our personality types impact our leadership styles and our interaction with each other.  I don’t know how useful the time was, but it was a fun day.  Something in particular that sticks in my memory is our discussion of introversion and extroversion.  The way it was defined was whether or not being around a lot of people in energizing (extroverts) or taxing (introverts).  As an introvert (an INTJ to be precise), I’m more than happy to be around lots of people, but I need to recharge by being alone for awhile. I really like to be alone.

It’s funny how different people respond so differently to the same things.  Some love running.  To them, it’s invigorating and relaxing.  For me, running is more like punishment.  I am happy to spend a whole day with my spouse.  For others, that’s entirely too much togetherness.

When I look at all the things I do in a week, I’m afraid that I don’t see a balance between things that energize me and things that are chores.  Being an INTJ, I made a list – what feeds my spirit and brings me joy? Versus what drains me emotionally and physically?  My goal is to lengthen the first list and minimize the second.

How balanced would your two lists be?  Is your spirit getting enough nourishment?

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Mandatory Family Fun Time

August 16th, 2010

When I was maybe 13, my family went on a road trip.  My parents and my two siblings piled into the Ford Fairmont and drove for what seemed like an eternity to Minnesota where we had a rented cabin on a lake.  Here’s what I remember about this trip:  Dad yelled.  A lot.  The rest of us did some crying.  There was sand and dirt everywhere – in our beds, in the food, everywhere.  I remember my mother working like a slave to keep us fed, clean and occupied in our primitive home away from home.  I can’t imagine that this was a vacation for her.  I spent most of the week playing video games in the main lodge or begging for more quarters.  Even at 13, I thought, “Why are we doing this?”

Now I think I know.  I make G go for walk with the rest of us even though he’s bored and whines the whole time.  I drag poor Pinky to restaurants she’s too little to appreciate and then work my ass off trying to keep her entertained long enough for everyone to eat.  Because we are a family.  We are going to enjoy each others’ company, godammit.  Imagine my hand smacking my own forehead after I heard my mother’s voice come straight out of my mouth, “We are having fun so KNOCK IT OFF!”

I hope that Pinky & G will have happy childhood memories (as I do).  If I have to drag them kicking and screaming into happiness, so be it.

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Just For Fun

August 13th, 2010

When is the last time you did something silly for no other purpose than fun?  If you’re like me, up to your eyeballs in diapers and spreadsheets, you can’t remember the last time.  Adulthood can sometimes suck, so let’s reclaim a bit of childhood and try something frivolous today.  Here are some suggestions:

  • Build something out of Legos
  • Log roll down a grassy hill
  • Play with Silly Putty
  • Blow bubbles through a straw
  • Make a silly face at someone who isn’t expecting it
  • Twirl around and make yourself dizzy
  • Make up a song and sing it loudly on the spot
  • Dress up in a crazy costume – not for Halloween

Think about something silly you used to love as a kid.  Now go do it.  Do you smile just thinking about it?  Please let me know what your silly thing is and how it makes you feel.

Enjoy!

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