Suess wannabe

Oh, what a day.
Oh, what a year.
These people I work with
Have taken my cheer.

I would not care.
I would not frown.
But this is bullshit.
So I can't lay down.

I've been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss to Emma lately. Oh, and I had an awful day at work.

"From there to here.
From here to there.
Funny things
Are everywhere."

And some things
Are not so funny
They make me want
To stop making money.

Tomorrow will come.
Friday at last.
And I will leave work
Very, very fast.

I will not look back
For a few days
Enough to make
Me forget this craze.

Am I losing my mind? You be the judge!

Power struggles

I've been learning a lot about them lately. Most of all, I just know I hate them. I hate it when I'm the one who wants the power , and more so, I hate it when I have the power and others want it.

I know I'm not the smartest, or even the most rationale, but I know that there are few things I control and there is a good reason I have that power. Sometimes the power struggle deals with Emma and her safety; sometimes it pertains to editing publications. Either way, I just wish everyone could pause and remember that small battles won't mean much when all is said and done. What is important is working together, sometimes that means resigning a position or listening more, to get the job done and done well.

For once, I just want people to give up their control. Please ... and don't put me in the middle anymore. Thank you!

Just making a point ...

I really don't want this blog to become whiny, but I just need to get something off my chest. A lot of stay at home moms often defend their jobs ... I think they do it rightfully so! I have had the pleasure of spending several days at home with Emma by myself, and it is a lot of work. Often, it's work that doesn't get results. These moms clean all day, but the house is never clean. They wash dishes all day, but there are always dirty sippies. I could go on and on. I think they have a hard job.

I also think working moms have a hard job. They go to work all day and when they finally get home, often after 10-hour work days/commutes, the only thing they have missed out on is time with their children. The house is still messy. Dinner still needs to be made. Dishes still need to be washed. Laundry still needs to be folded and put away. Those are normal days.

I won't even mention stressful days.

I know there are some working moms who can afford to hire a cleaning person, cook, etc. I'm not one of them. We are a paycheck to paycheck household, and sometimes I just wish we could get a little recognition. It's not easy to pick up Emma each day and hear the funny things she did/said while I answered emails from agitated employees. It's not easy telling Emma there isn't time to read her a book in the morning because I have to rush to work. And, it's not easy to clean the house when all I want to do is hold her.

Okay, I'm done for now. I'm just saying ... sometimes I wish my life was only as stressful as what playgroup to schedule or when to fit in a nap on a day full of errands.

What I love ... a vent

I love that our standards are constantly and unfairly compared to organizations with much larger staffs and resources, yet we can't get a snow when they do. On a day when banks, government organizations and even some Wal-Marts are closed, we can stay home ... we just won't get paid. Oh well. I know it could be worse. :)

Sunday blues and beyond

I am always sad to see weekends come to a close. Today is different. Today I am dreadful about what I will face tomorrow, and if not tomorrow, the next day or the next week, etc.

I'm not talking about the amount of work or the commute or missing Emma. I'm talking about ... well, things I probably shouldn't blog about.

I feel like there is a vendetta against me ... by someone I used to look up to, aspire to, really admire in every way. As each day passes, my attitude continues to go south. It isn't fair to others around me, but, I think, mostly it's not fair to me.

With that said, I know I'm not perfect, but I do the best I can. If it's not good enough, I'm ready to move on, and I hope that can happen one way or another.

I used to be a happy person with dreams. I will return, but I have to figure out how to get away from this situation. The sooner the better.

Tonight, before I go to bed, I am trying to psyhe myself up. The problem is, I keep thinking that no matter how I act, there is potential for negative vibes in my direction. How do I avoid this? I do I make it different?

I'm going to try to keep my mouth closed, my head down, do the best I can, and go from there. At the same time, I have to stand up for myself. I am hoping that I am blowing this out of proportion. I know I'm not, though.

I'm anxious to see what will happen next. Something has to change.

Health care and sick days

As a working mom, I have certainly had my share of days when I have fantasized about a job I could do from home, or even my own small business so I could stay home with Emma. Each time my mind starts to wander too far down that fantasy, I remember how wonderful my insurance is and how important that is to our family. I am so fortunate for the benefits I have, and days like yesterday are perfect reminders.

For the 50th I-don’t-remember-how-many-th time since December November October, Emma had a fever when I picked her up from daycare. UGH!!! She also fell asleep before dinner and has only wanted to read books for a few days. I decided on Monday night I would call the doctor at 8 a.m. sharp.

She screamed in the doctor’s office, which is just so not like her. She is usually so calm … poor baby. The verdict came back fairly quickly – strep! Here we go again. She slept a lot yesterday and only in my arms. The same went for last night … she hugged my neck while I sleptish through the night, but she still had a fever at 2:30 a.m. I gave her some more ibuprofen and she eventually fell back to sleep.

After I stayed home with her yesterday, today is Denny’s turn … which brings me to the importance of sick days. I used to take these for granted. Then I got pregnant and used all of sick time for that year. The same held true last year after a minor surgery and a bought of pneumonia. This year, Emma is taking up my sick time. If I didn’t have it, I would be screwed. If I worked from home, how would I have accomplished anything yesterday when Emma wanted me to hold her all day?

Thank goodness for my job, which fills me with great joy and takes care of me and my family when we are sick!

Day off?

Tomorrow I have the day off in celebration of Martin Luther King Jr. In the past, days off were such a treat. For tomorrow? I'm contemplating going into the office to catch up, and dare I say it ... get ahead.

I also need to go grocery shopping and return a few purchases ... errands I didn't have a chance to get to over the weekend.

Vacations and extra days are so different than before I had children. Luckliy, MLK Day is not a holiday Emma's daycare closes to celebrate. Kind of sad, yes, but I'm not going to complain.

Before Emma, I never would have considered going into work on a day off. Now, the thought of a quiet office, where I'm not tempted to turn on the TV for "background" noise, sounds like the best kind of vacation. The thought of knocking out some nagging projects so I'm not stressed out on Tuesday? Golden.

Most notably, I have no desire to stay home tomorrow, but I crave alone time. I used to love being home alone, but something about it now makes me miss my family and reminds me of all the areas in my life that I'm behind in ... that I'll probably be behind in for the next 20 years or so. Maybe forever.

Anyhow, to those who have tomorrow off. Enjoy it. Go serve your community in honor of MLK Jr. I know I should. For this one time, please do as say and not as I do.