OK, so I realized today that we all live our own lives. Point blank. Some lives appear better than others, but that's just it- it's what it appears to be to the naked eye. Relationships compare to diamonds.
Let's look at the 5 C's...
1. Cut- some relationships are square and rigid and some are full circles and you can't tell where they begins and they never end. At times the cut changes and molds to the current life situation at hand, and that's the nice thing about life being abstract vs definite like a diamond cut.
2. Color- people come in all colors leading to different flavors of personality. Some relationships are fiery red, some are placid blue, and some are calm and serene like green.
3. Clarity- this is a hard one to point a finger on. Relationships at any time can be clear, they can be cloudy and sometimes dull and other times brilliant.
4. Carat- this one, like a diamond, shows that size sometimes makes all the difference. Relationships that evolve over time build the "carat" and when you look at longevity and life of a relationship, with each year, each obstacle, each moment in time the carat builds. You can have quality diamonds of large carats, but you can also have quality diamonds in smaller versions. It's all in how the diamond appears, and just like relationships, how well it's been manicured, too.
5. Cost- this is the newest description to diamond ratings. And in comparison to relationships is a pretty strong one to consider. Do you want the flawless precious diamond that you saved yourself for and it wasn't worth it, or do you want the slightly imperfect one that is just perfect for you?
So consider your relationship a diamond, where do you compare?
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Next American Idol?
OK, so I admit that I'm one of those stinkin American Idol watchers. I can't help it, ever since a season or two ago when my husband's in tax season and there's nothing to do at night to humor myself but watch TV during the winter weeks, I do start to watch a few shows religiously here and there. And for some reason American Idol has become one of them!
So I'm watching the big Idol show lastnight and I realize that I feel guilty b/c I'm not donating money that I myself don't have right now, and I know they asked for a $1 or $5 even, but my wallet is downstairs somewhere and I'm not on the computer and I'm trying to put the baby to sleep, so all in all it's not a win situation to be giving. I give to other charities tho, mind you! And b/c of this guilt I now feel, I feel like I can't actually watch the whole show, so I flip the channels...
I start watching the Food Network show called 'Challenge' where people go head to head to break world records with food. Lastnight's contests: ice cream scoops in a minute, pancakes in an hour, pumpkin carving, oyster shucking, and onion cutting. And I'm hooked, just like that!
So while I'm watching who the winner was of the pancake record and with how many made in the hour, I miss the American Idol boot off. I call my husband (who mind you is out of town working) and beg him to check the internet for the result. He can't find it. He's conspiring with his co-worker on what websites to check. And finally at 1030 at night I get a text message on my phone that NO ONE was booted this week, but that the PussyCatDoll winner was Asia! :)
What a good husband I have!
So I'm watching the big Idol show lastnight and I realize that I feel guilty b/c I'm not donating money that I myself don't have right now, and I know they asked for a $1 or $5 even, but my wallet is downstairs somewhere and I'm not on the computer and I'm trying to put the baby to sleep, so all in all it's not a win situation to be giving. I give to other charities tho, mind you! And b/c of this guilt I now feel, I feel like I can't actually watch the whole show, so I flip the channels...
I start watching the Food Network show called 'Challenge' where people go head to head to break world records with food. Lastnight's contests: ice cream scoops in a minute, pancakes in an hour, pumpkin carving, oyster shucking, and onion cutting. And I'm hooked, just like that!
So while I'm watching who the winner was of the pancake record and with how many made in the hour, I miss the American Idol boot off. I call my husband (who mind you is out of town working) and beg him to check the internet for the result. He can't find it. He's conspiring with his co-worker on what websites to check. And finally at 1030 at night I get a text message on my phone that NO ONE was booted this week, but that the PussyCatDoll winner was Asia! :)
What a good husband I have!
Monday, April 23, 2007
Customer Service Follow Up
The kiddies are sleeping (my son, the dog, and the little boy I watch on Mondays for my friend) so I check my email. I got a response from the DirecTV replier person!...
What crap! It's a simple apology. That's it. There's no, hey- we'll flip you the movie for free because our customer service rep stinks at her job and curteous nature, there's no enjoy a free flick on us, or we'll acknowledge the employee. Not that I want her fired or reprimanded or anything, but c'mon gimme something! And yes, I do feel slighted and somewhat deserving. My husband and I go around and around about the customer service we have to give and uphold for a standard, so call us crazy that we would expect it in return! Now, if I worked for DirecTV I would have said something to this woman myself. In my older, younger, less mature life I would have yelled at her and ranted about incompetence (which I think I almost did anyway, so how mature am I really?), but in my new focus I would simply tell her she's being rude and inappropriate tho the entire time I would be thinking what an idiot she is really (sorry). But I would let her know either way that she was wrong myself instead of tattling on her and getting her in trouble of some kind. I despise that about work places, that grown ups tell on each other instead of dealing with things on their own quietly, and then the "boss" has to discipline his ADULT worker.
Anyway that's my update and my rant for now... hmph!!!
What crap! It's a simple apology. That's it. There's no, hey- we'll flip you the movie for free because our customer service rep stinks at her job and curteous nature, there's no enjoy a free flick on us, or we'll acknowledge the employee. Not that I want her fired or reprimanded or anything, but c'mon gimme something! And yes, I do feel slighted and somewhat deserving. My husband and I go around and around about the customer service we have to give and uphold for a standard, so call us crazy that we would expect it in return! Now, if I worked for DirecTV I would have said something to this woman myself. In my older, younger, less mature life I would have yelled at her and ranted about incompetence (which I think I almost did anyway, so how mature am I really?), but in my new focus I would simply tell her she's being rude and inappropriate tho the entire time I would be thinking what an idiot she is really (sorry). But I would let her know either way that she was wrong myself instead of tattling on her and getting her in trouble of some kind. I despise that about work places, that grown ups tell on each other instead of dealing with things on their own quietly, and then the "boss" has to discipline his ADULT worker.
Anyway that's my update and my rant for now... hmph!!!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Customer Service Unsatisfactory
OK, so I realize that working as a customer service representative of any kind probably doesn't pay all that well in comparison to educated careers like being a doctor or a lawyer or an accountant, but customer service is customer service darn it! I do it everytime I work. I have to go to work, deal with my patients in a respectful and mature way and make sure that their visit with me is pleasant enough that they want to return and that word of mouth spreads about their care and needs being met. So what's the difference in any other aspect of customer service then??
I mean, I realize there are different types of service and different pay scales to it, but does it really come down to money? Regardless of how much a person makes or doesn't make, the money still pays some of the bills if not all of them, right? I mean, the person still needs a job I'm guessing to live and pay for their life's expenses. So why do some people take it more seriously than others?
Here's my example: My husband and I try to rent a movie on the pay per view lastnight. Sounds easy enough, we're in our own home, bothering no one, figuring the stupid directv is going to let us down as its been in the recent past, and knowing that my husband will go on a rampage about how much he hates it and how we're getting comcast for the umteenth time in the past 3 months. So I go online after we view our options on the tv, and lo and behold the movie we want is "coming soon". How is that possible when it's on the channel to come on at 9pm? So I call... well, I'm greeted to find out that I have to pay a fee since a HUMAN has to do the ordering for us. But it's not our fault I explain and I want the fee waived. The woman refuses but states she can charge me less if I do the automated option (mind you I already tried that but it said the movie wasn't playing either) and when I tell her that doesn't work either she just argues with me. Why? What is this going to accomplish? I tell her I want her supervisor. She won't get him and says she can do it and we hang up... she didn't do it.
I call Ralph, my new customer service rep. He orders the movie and waives the fee in less than a minute. He then says a supervisor is going to get on the line. I get put on hold. I'm missing my stinking movie by being on hold for over 5 minutes so I hang up. Ugh! What the heck is wrong with people???
I mean, I realize there are different types of service and different pay scales to it, but does it really come down to money? Regardless of how much a person makes or doesn't make, the money still pays some of the bills if not all of them, right? I mean, the person still needs a job I'm guessing to live and pay for their life's expenses. So why do some people take it more seriously than others?
Here's my example: My husband and I try to rent a movie on the pay per view lastnight. Sounds easy enough, we're in our own home, bothering no one, figuring the stupid directv is going to let us down as its been in the recent past, and knowing that my husband will go on a rampage about how much he hates it and how we're getting comcast for the umteenth time in the past 3 months. So I go online after we view our options on the tv, and lo and behold the movie we want is "coming soon". How is that possible when it's on the channel to come on at 9pm? So I call... well, I'm greeted to find out that I have to pay a fee since a HUMAN has to do the ordering for us. But it's not our fault I explain and I want the fee waived. The woman refuses but states she can charge me less if I do the automated option (mind you I already tried that but it said the movie wasn't playing either) and when I tell her that doesn't work either she just argues with me. Why? What is this going to accomplish? I tell her I want her supervisor. She won't get him and says she can do it and we hang up... she didn't do it.
I call Ralph, my new customer service rep. He orders the movie and waives the fee in less than a minute. He then says a supervisor is going to get on the line. I get put on hold. I'm missing my stinking movie by being on hold for over 5 minutes so I hang up. Ugh! What the heck is wrong with people???
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Change
Man, just checked my work email and there's a new program that if I contract with a unit in the hospital to work 13 weeks and 36 hours a week that I could get a bonus at the end of the period! Sounds great, right? Well, not completely. The catch you ask?... my son.
In my old life, the one pre-baby I would have jumped at this and worked my butt off. Heck, leading to the birth of my son I was working 32-40 hours a week up until the day he was born, and in nursing that's quite an accomplishment! I didn't mind picking up extra days if my boss asked, I even offered if the clinic seemed overwhelmed! But not anymore.
He is my priority. He is my full time job. And I'm coming around to the notion that I actually don't mind giving up my career temporarily anymore. It is just that- my career, a path that I chose. But he is my whole world and my whole life, something that I have wanted, and that is the difference now. It's something that just recently has occured to me actually. It's taken quite a while for me to realize, but at the end of the day, my mentality is that of small town PA- family first and it's enough. I have struggled with my decision of stepping away from my career until recently, but I think now that my son is of the age and development where he's fun and interactive, I now appreciate being home with him more.
Ah, and here I am going back to work 2 almost full days a week. I'm sad to give up my everydays with him, but it's not much in the grand schema, so it'll be fine. Anyway, CHANGE is good sometimes!
In my old life, the one pre-baby I would have jumped at this and worked my butt off. Heck, leading to the birth of my son I was working 32-40 hours a week up until the day he was born, and in nursing that's quite an accomplishment! I didn't mind picking up extra days if my boss asked, I even offered if the clinic seemed overwhelmed! But not anymore.
He is my priority. He is my full time job. And I'm coming around to the notion that I actually don't mind giving up my career temporarily anymore. It is just that- my career, a path that I chose. But he is my whole world and my whole life, something that I have wanted, and that is the difference now. It's something that just recently has occured to me actually. It's taken quite a while for me to realize, but at the end of the day, my mentality is that of small town PA- family first and it's enough. I have struggled with my decision of stepping away from my career until recently, but I think now that my son is of the age and development where he's fun and interactive, I now appreciate being home with him more.
Ah, and here I am going back to work 2 almost full days a week. I'm sad to give up my everydays with him, but it's not much in the grand schema, so it'll be fine. Anyway, CHANGE is good sometimes!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Baby Phases
OK, so with every progression there is regression...
My son in the past few weeks has learned to master crawling, he is cruising and getting into everything now, and he just figured out how to climb up the stair to our bedroom (but just up so far and not down). He is now eating table food in addition to baby food, so eventually the transition will occur and I can stop buying jars of baby food making our grocery bill that much more expensive. He has started squealing and screaming like a little girl, and tho I find it completely hilarious when he does it, my husband's poor ears get tweaked time after time! And he is finally getting the 2 front uppers, which now all of a sudden he finds so interesting that he is grinding his teeth making a noise similar to the sucking of his paci. I come to realize today that there is no paci in his mouth and that's actually his teeth! And then instantly I get chills and that watering in the back of my jaw that nails on a chalkboard so kindly provide! Eew!
So with all the big boy stuff going on, here's the regression: he won't sleep alone. He's back in our bed sleeping right between us, him and the dog vying for prime space in our FULL sized bed. He used to at least entertain the pack and play (he will not even consider his crib since the construction on the house) for a few hours before waking and wanting in the bed, but not anymore. It's instant the moment his head hits the mattress pad and he's awake and crying. we give in and he's now a fixture with us night after night after night... He's waking up in the middle of the night and sometimes needs to be soothed back to sleep, but I hold my ground and don't even think of nursing him til at least 4am! But then 4am rolls around and he's being fed and I'm fighting off teetering over in my sleep counting the minutes til his belly is full enough! And the sippy cup... he was doing so well with at least taking a couple ounces out of it, but now he refuses it and closes his little mouth stubbornly.
But the one thing that's getting a teeny bit better: he's better with the separation issues and he's getting better in the car. There is no longer instant screaming when the door is closed, but if he's hungry, thirsty, or remotely tired, the whining and sometimes crying still continues. So we take it day by day, one phase at a time. We'll get there. My husband and I are pretty laid back about the issues, and hopefully that doesn't bite us in the butt later on!
My son in the past few weeks has learned to master crawling, he is cruising and getting into everything now, and he just figured out how to climb up the stair to our bedroom (but just up so far and not down). He is now eating table food in addition to baby food, so eventually the transition will occur and I can stop buying jars of baby food making our grocery bill that much more expensive. He has started squealing and screaming like a little girl, and tho I find it completely hilarious when he does it, my husband's poor ears get tweaked time after time! And he is finally getting the 2 front uppers, which now all of a sudden he finds so interesting that he is grinding his teeth making a noise similar to the sucking of his paci. I come to realize today that there is no paci in his mouth and that's actually his teeth! And then instantly I get chills and that watering in the back of my jaw that nails on a chalkboard so kindly provide! Eew!
So with all the big boy stuff going on, here's the regression: he won't sleep alone. He's back in our bed sleeping right between us, him and the dog vying for prime space in our FULL sized bed. He used to at least entertain the pack and play (he will not even consider his crib since the construction on the house) for a few hours before waking and wanting in the bed, but not anymore. It's instant the moment his head hits the mattress pad and he's awake and crying. we give in and he's now a fixture with us night after night after night... He's waking up in the middle of the night and sometimes needs to be soothed back to sleep, but I hold my ground and don't even think of nursing him til at least 4am! But then 4am rolls around and he's being fed and I'm fighting off teetering over in my sleep counting the minutes til his belly is full enough! And the sippy cup... he was doing so well with at least taking a couple ounces out of it, but now he refuses it and closes his little mouth stubbornly.
But the one thing that's getting a teeny bit better: he's better with the separation issues and he's getting better in the car. There is no longer instant screaming when the door is closed, but if he's hungry, thirsty, or remotely tired, the whining and sometimes crying still continues. So we take it day by day, one phase at a time. We'll get there. My husband and I are pretty laid back about the issues, and hopefully that doesn't bite us in the butt later on!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Little Human Parts
I was holding my son this morning and just looking at his little hands and feet. He is a miniature size adult. It is just amazing to look at his features and realize that he is a little human made up of a ball of cells initially and now he's here in the flesh sitting on my lap while I read him a book. He is a tiny version of my husband and I and he will eventually grow to be a big person one day. I just find him and the whole existence of him keeps me in awe. I never just look at him blankly it seems. I always have these realizations that WE made HIM.
Science, God creating man, and the whole dispute of evolution just gets me sometimes. I can see the theory behind both beliefs and I myself was raised to believe that God created man, but Science truly has invented man, and there is a difference, neither of which I am about to delve into right now for this entry. I'm just saying.
Anyway you look at it tho, children never cease to amaze in some capacity.
Science, God creating man, and the whole dispute of evolution just gets me sometimes. I can see the theory behind both beliefs and I myself was raised to believe that God created man, but Science truly has invented man, and there is a difference, neither of which I am about to delve into right now for this entry. I'm just saying.
Anyway you look at it tho, children never cease to amaze in some capacity.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The Luck of the Irish?
OK, so I know that I can't make it as a 24/7 stay-at-home mom. I love my child and my little "toddler" weiner dog, but it's harder work somedays to keep them both occupied and happy than it is just to put in 8 hours at work!
So I've been staying home since our babysitter was done watching my son til we could find another sitter of the same caliber. She was great. But we knew it was only temporary and as all good things, her turn came to an end. And so we started looking into daycares- in home and facilities. The prices were fair for in-homes, but there were no openings. Facilities want more than our current mortgage! And a nanny wants to work part time, have the run of our house, all the while getting paid for vacations that even I don't get to take! So that wasn't an option right now either. So we held out and by the grace of God a new babysitter fell into our hands!
We are both very excited, my husband and I, to have her start but a little part of me is sad to give up my easy mornings with my son, breakfast and the routine we have. I'm going to miss the daily walking of the dog and the playing and all the funny little quirks that happen throughout the day. But this is good for me. It keeps me working and it keeps me adult and in conversation with a social twist.
Sounds like I'm going back to work full time, right? Nah!, I'm only going to work 2 days a week and 6 hours a day at that. But it's 2 days a week and 14 hours (with commuting) in total that I'm missing my baby grow. But I'm so much luckier than most mom friends I have, so I am glad and fortunate that I have my life the way it is. No, we aren't going to be rich off my salary, but I will feel fullfilled more so for my personal hard work, and I will treasure the moments with my son even more knowing that I selfishly don't have every single one with him all the time. I'll be alright!
So I've been staying home since our babysitter was done watching my son til we could find another sitter of the same caliber. She was great. But we knew it was only temporary and as all good things, her turn came to an end. And so we started looking into daycares- in home and facilities. The prices were fair for in-homes, but there were no openings. Facilities want more than our current mortgage! And a nanny wants to work part time, have the run of our house, all the while getting paid for vacations that even I don't get to take! So that wasn't an option right now either. So we held out and by the grace of God a new babysitter fell into our hands!
We are both very excited, my husband and I, to have her start but a little part of me is sad to give up my easy mornings with my son, breakfast and the routine we have. I'm going to miss the daily walking of the dog and the playing and all the funny little quirks that happen throughout the day. But this is good for me. It keeps me working and it keeps me adult and in conversation with a social twist.
Sounds like I'm going back to work full time, right? Nah!, I'm only going to work 2 days a week and 6 hours a day at that. But it's 2 days a week and 14 hours (with commuting) in total that I'm missing my baby grow. But I'm so much luckier than most mom friends I have, so I am glad and fortunate that I have my life the way it is. No, we aren't going to be rich off my salary, but I will feel fullfilled more so for my personal hard work, and I will treasure the moments with my son even more knowing that I selfishly don't have every single one with him all the time. I'll be alright!
Monday, April 9, 2007
Never an Opening Day
So while all of the city is heading to Camden Yards today for the excitement of opening day, I am baking chicken pot pies and cupcakes, forgetting that Opening Day is a treat itself since my husband is an accountant and currently in tax season, and my son and dog consume the other half of my no brainer day!
We take little walks over here in The Hill, and while we are close to the stadiums, I think it's the fact that the day is sort of gloomy that makes me realize that it's not as crazy around here as it could be given the fact of the O's playing at home for the first time this season.
I realize that I have never been to an opening day game and if I want to ever go with my husband accompanying me I never will. He will never have a "free" day to go to the stadium tho his other co-workers do. I will never understand the phenomenon that my husband can't go and so many others there can. Oh well. It's the life of the accountant's wife. Is it prestigious?...
But that's OK, I bask in the glory of other sports things- our Sunday walks thru the tail-gaters of football season and the occasional treat when we get to attend a game as well! I enjoy the few intense weeks of March Madness year after year. And I actually get a kick out of seeing people flocking to Camden yards when I'm heading home at the end of my work day somedays.
So I might not get to an opening day unless it's cleared of the month of April, but that's ok.
We take little walks over here in The Hill, and while we are close to the stadiums, I think it's the fact that the day is sort of gloomy that makes me realize that it's not as crazy around here as it could be given the fact of the O's playing at home for the first time this season.
I realize that I have never been to an opening day game and if I want to ever go with my husband accompanying me I never will. He will never have a "free" day to go to the stadium tho his other co-workers do. I will never understand the phenomenon that my husband can't go and so many others there can. Oh well. It's the life of the accountant's wife. Is it prestigious?...
But that's OK, I bask in the glory of other sports things- our Sunday walks thru the tail-gaters of football season and the occasional treat when we get to attend a game as well! I enjoy the few intense weeks of March Madness year after year. And I actually get a kick out of seeing people flocking to Camden yards when I'm heading home at the end of my work day somedays.
So I might not get to an opening day unless it's cleared of the month of April, but that's ok.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
No Sick Calls
Why is it that when Mom is sick is when Dad works the longest day and can't come home to help out, the baby thinks that TODAY is the day where he'll find his loud voice and squeal and scream in excitement time after time after time after time..., and the dog can't follow me around enough to get one walk around the block.
All I want to do is lie down. I just want to pull the covers up over my head and vegetate, be it sleeping or watching mindless television shows during the daytime. But the baby wants to try to explore today and he wants to yell like I said and he can't help but to climb all over me and jump on my stomach which is queasy enough without a small human playing on it. And the dog sees me get up to head to the bathroom or to the next room to grab a diaper and she instantly is off the bed and heading to the door with the glint of hope that this time Mom will take her outside!
And why is it that when I get sick does my husband have the one set schedule of plans- he's heading out of town for a bachelor party this weekend (yes, I am aware that it is Easter, our FIRST Easter with the baby!)- and I have to ruin his schedule just enough that it tweeks his entire day tomorrow and he kindly reminds me that for ME he'll do it. Would he do it for anyone else???
And so that's the worse part about staying home to raise the family- I don't get a sick day.
All I want to do is lie down. I just want to pull the covers up over my head and vegetate, be it sleeping or watching mindless television shows during the daytime. But the baby wants to try to explore today and he wants to yell like I said and he can't help but to climb all over me and jump on my stomach which is queasy enough without a small human playing on it. And the dog sees me get up to head to the bathroom or to the next room to grab a diaper and she instantly is off the bed and heading to the door with the glint of hope that this time Mom will take her outside!
And why is it that when I get sick does my husband have the one set schedule of plans- he's heading out of town for a bachelor party this weekend (yes, I am aware that it is Easter, our FIRST Easter with the baby!)- and I have to ruin his schedule just enough that it tweeks his entire day tomorrow and he kindly reminds me that for ME he'll do it. Would he do it for anyone else???
And so that's the worse part about staying home to raise the family- I don't get a sick day.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Little Boys
I don't know what it's like to have a little girl. I imagine that girls play all nicely and that they like to have tea parties and hold their dollys tight and kiss and hug them. I bet dressing them in little girl clothes is so much fun. It's some of the reasons why I wanted a daughter initially.
I have a son.
I love him to death. I can't imagine not having him in my life. He is the apple of my eye and the soul of my existence now. After my husband and I found out we were having a son we never wondered again what a little girl would be like. It's funny, we thought we were having a daughter for some reason and when the ultrasound revealed his little man parts we were mixed with emotion. And shortly after that we only ever dreamed of meeting our baby boy! Now I look at him and I watch him and I feel how much he needs me and I never think of pink.
Little boys are rough and play hard. They explore and love to play in their food. They have toys like noisy simulated cars and bang on drums while squealing with excitement. Little boys like to get dirty and don't like to get clean very much. They have cute clothes to wear that make them look like little men sometimes! Little boys can have all the doggy stuffed animals and blue paraphernalia that manufacturers make and they can have green and yellow and white and red and it's OK, too.
All of my girlfriends have sons. It makes me happy because my little boy will have play mates that he can pal around with and share some same interests. And then I start to think about the someday. Someday when he gets older and doesn't want his Mommy and someday when he brings his first girlfriend home, or when he wants to get married, or when he has his own children. I know how close I am with my Mom because I am her daughter and how my child sees her so much because I go home to my Mom, my parent. And I wonder if boys are like that with their Moms when they grow up... and that's when I wonder about having a daughter- years down the road when they are all grown up. Weird, huh?
I have a son.
I love him to death. I can't imagine not having him in my life. He is the apple of my eye and the soul of my existence now. After my husband and I found out we were having a son we never wondered again what a little girl would be like. It's funny, we thought we were having a daughter for some reason and when the ultrasound revealed his little man parts we were mixed with emotion. And shortly after that we only ever dreamed of meeting our baby boy! Now I look at him and I watch him and I feel how much he needs me and I never think of pink.
Little boys are rough and play hard. They explore and love to play in their food. They have toys like noisy simulated cars and bang on drums while squealing with excitement. Little boys like to get dirty and don't like to get clean very much. They have cute clothes to wear that make them look like little men sometimes! Little boys can have all the doggy stuffed animals and blue paraphernalia that manufacturers make and they can have green and yellow and white and red and it's OK, too.
All of my girlfriends have sons. It makes me happy because my little boy will have play mates that he can pal around with and share some same interests. And then I start to think about the someday. Someday when he gets older and doesn't want his Mommy and someday when he brings his first girlfriend home, or when he wants to get married, or when he has his own children. I know how close I am with my Mom because I am her daughter and how my child sees her so much because I go home to my Mom, my parent. And I wonder if boys are like that with their Moms when they grow up... and that's when I wonder about having a daughter- years down the road when they are all grown up. Weird, huh?
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Thank God for Weekend Daddy
I love to watch my 8-month old son interact with his Daddy on the weekend. Because my husband works all week and doesn't get home til it's almost bedtime each night, when weekends come around he goes into "weekend Daddy mode". I love it. I get to run errands without the screaming torment that is my child in the car, and I am out in the world alone for a little bit for the week. I get to do the mundane tasks that are maintaining the home- dishes, laundry, cleaning, but I enjoy it now because I can just do these things as there is another pair of hands now holding the baby and changing his diaper for these 2 days, and another person keeping him entertained that he can be with that it's OK to be away from Mommy sometimes.
The separation anxiety phase is not only tormenting my son, but it torments me as well since I can't do anything away from him if he knows I'm around or in sight. If he sees me he wants to be attached to me, either climbing on top of me or having me hold him. If I walk away he follows me on hands and knees. But when Daddy's around he is such a novelty to my son when he's home all day for these 2 days that he can't decipher which parent he wants more, and since I'm still around somewhere he chooses to hang out with Daddy til he absolutely needs me. And I love that they get along so well. It's the 48 hours of the 168 hours out of the week that I don't feel so needed and can sigh a breath to myself.
And let me not forget the weiner dog! She, too, is so excited to have the Daddy at home for the weekend that for 2 days she is his little girl and not vying for attention from me with her "brother". We can double up and each "child" gets fair love and attention. She prefers to snuggle up with the Daddy and I am child-less for some moments out of the day!
So if I can't say it enough, Thank God for Weekend Daddy!
The separation anxiety phase is not only tormenting my son, but it torments me as well since I can't do anything away from him if he knows I'm around or in sight. If he sees me he wants to be attached to me, either climbing on top of me or having me hold him. If I walk away he follows me on hands and knees. But when Daddy's around he is such a novelty to my son when he's home all day for these 2 days that he can't decipher which parent he wants more, and since I'm still around somewhere he chooses to hang out with Daddy til he absolutely needs me. And I love that they get along so well. It's the 48 hours of the 168 hours out of the week that I don't feel so needed and can sigh a breath to myself.
And let me not forget the weiner dog! She, too, is so excited to have the Daddy at home for the weekend that for 2 days she is his little girl and not vying for attention from me with her "brother". We can double up and each "child" gets fair love and attention. She prefers to snuggle up with the Daddy and I am child-less for some moments out of the day!
So if I can't say it enough, Thank God for Weekend Daddy!
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