My husband went on a business trip last week and invited me out. He went out on Monday, I joined him on Wednesday. (I didn't want to leave the kids for a full week.) Luckily I have super great in laws, and Brent's parents watched my kids and brought them back home Saturday night. Anyway, that is not the story, there are lots of stories from my first trip without children in five years, but this is the one I am sharing today on my blog.
Brent brought me onto his work office so I could meet the people he has been working with for the past two years. (He has been working for his company for almost three years but two years ago, they switched who is management is.) So I met all his old managers, he had three in two years, the switch took awhile to work out the kinks. But now he has been promoted so he is on the same level of his old managers since he is now a manager. I met some other people, and his director. There use to be two managers between him and his director, but now its just him in his new position then the director. I have heard about all these people for two years now. Anyway, so we met everyone including the director.
Later in the day after we left apparently they were having a meeting, the director was all stressed about the internet down on Monday, and in the middle of his rant, he stopped and said, "Weren't Brent and his wife so cute this morning?" Then he continued on his rant. This was very uncharacteristic for him, so apparently it was quite funny and weird. I should also mention Brent is probably 20 years younger than any of the other managers.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Two Thoughts
Two thoughts:
Number one, I have a new theory, people use the adjective independent when they really mean stubborn. I hear people all the time say, so and so is so independent, which causes me to think really? They are independent?! So and So always seems so needy to me. Of course I don't say this, but really most people I hear described as independent don't fit it in my opinion. I recently realized, a lot of people say independent about a person who is really quite dependent for certain things, they just are extremely stubborn about everything else. But I guess both me and the people I think are wrong are right. One definition for independent is not influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion, conduct, which is what I see as stubborn, someone suggests something and they absolutely refuse no matter what the suggestion, just on the sense they don't like advice. Where I think of these definitions when I think of the word independent, not dependent; not depending or contingent upon something else for existence, operation, etc.; not relying on another or others for aid or support; rejecting others' aid or support; refusing to be under obligation to others; possessing a competency: to be financially independent.
Number two, I have absolutely no problem with extracurricular activities, but I don't find a great need for them in my just barely 5 year old's life. We've done a gym class or two, swim lessons, I wouldn't say no to a toddler/preschool group music class, we love story time. But I have no need a competitive sports in my young child's life. Maybe in a few years, but I don't have much of a team player on my hands. Nor do I have a child that likes to be directed. I don't think they are beneficial for young children, but if you want to with your children more power to you, but don't expect me to sign my kid up, I don't want to deal with the tears that would ensue after the each game. But there is also a selfish reason behind all my "good" parenting. I don't want to do with all that work. I would rather walk to the park and let my kid run around in circles than watch preschoolers play ball. Not to mention I adore spending time with my husband, and choosing what activity we want to do. During the evening or weekend, ours lives revolve around us not our children. We aren't bad parents, we feed them, bathe them, care for the in the evening, but there is nothing like a healthy dose, of I'm listening to mom/dad, you need to wait to talk until we are done. We don't see much of my husband so why would I want to take precious time away from him doing what we want to do, for preschool sports. I have plenty of time to chauffeur my children around once they know how to ask. Why bring it on early?
Number one, I have a new theory, people use the adjective independent when they really mean stubborn. I hear people all the time say, so and so is so independent, which causes me to think really? They are independent?! So and So always seems so needy to me. Of course I don't say this, but really most people I hear described as independent don't fit it in my opinion. I recently realized, a lot of people say independent about a person who is really quite dependent for certain things, they just are extremely stubborn about everything else. But I guess both me and the people I think are wrong are right. One definition for independent is not influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion, conduct, which is what I see as stubborn, someone suggests something and they absolutely refuse no matter what the suggestion, just on the sense they don't like advice. Where I think of these definitions when I think of the word independent, not dependent; not depending or contingent upon something else for existence, operation, etc.; not relying on another or others for aid or support; rejecting others' aid or support; refusing to be under obligation to others; possessing a competency: to be financially independent.
Number two, I have absolutely no problem with extracurricular activities, but I don't find a great need for them in my just barely 5 year old's life. We've done a gym class or two, swim lessons, I wouldn't say no to a toddler/preschool group music class, we love story time. But I have no need a competitive sports in my young child's life. Maybe in a few years, but I don't have much of a team player on my hands. Nor do I have a child that likes to be directed. I don't think they are beneficial for young children, but if you want to with your children more power to you, but don't expect me to sign my kid up, I don't want to deal with the tears that would ensue after the each game. But there is also a selfish reason behind all my "good" parenting. I don't want to do with all that work. I would rather walk to the park and let my kid run around in circles than watch preschoolers play ball. Not to mention I adore spending time with my husband, and choosing what activity we want to do. During the evening or weekend, ours lives revolve around us not our children. We aren't bad parents, we feed them, bathe them, care for the in the evening, but there is nothing like a healthy dose, of I'm listening to mom/dad, you need to wait to talk until we are done. We don't see much of my husband so why would I want to take precious time away from him doing what we want to do, for preschool sports. I have plenty of time to chauffeur my children around once they know how to ask. Why bring it on early?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Best Friends
Tonight, my daughter was sad when Dora was turned off. Before this she hadn't watched TV since J was in preschool this morning, so I was quite proud she went 7 hours. But she was quite sad when it was turned off, I told her I know its sad, but its time for bed. I asked her if Dora was her best friend? She said no. Is Hannah? No. Is Johnny? No. Is your brother? No. I am? She smiled, said yeah, and gave me a big hug. It was good she finally said yeah, because I was running out of options, after me and then her dad. But it was nice to be rewarded after a long two days. This is why I love toddlers, because they honestly believe with all that toddler brain power, that their mommy is their best friend. I find a colicy bossy 2 year old toddler easier to care for most days than the preschooler. She may scream 10 hours a day but she never tells me in the middle of reading books, or cooking dinner, or driving to the library, or putting on shoes. "I'm BORED!" Then again maybe I'm not fair, because the 5 year old screaming is just as bad if not worse as I'm Bored!, and definitely worse than the 2 year old. I'm not sure if he and I are going to survive this winter together. Our seasonal affective disorders seem to be at odds with each other, last night's snow storm did nothing positive for such moods, in our small apartment.
But I'm off topic, this is a happy post, about how I am Nan's best friend. She gives the best hugs. That being said, please no one tell me how hard any amount of children over the quantity of two is hard, because I just don't think I can stand it. The longer my two children are alive the smaller my expected family gets.
But I'm off topic, this is a happy post, about how I am Nan's best friend. She gives the best hugs. That being said, please no one tell me how hard any amount of children over the quantity of two is hard, because I just don't think I can stand it. The longer my two children are alive the smaller my expected family gets.
Slob
I'm a little confused with my daughter lately. All she wants to do is stay in her pajamas and watch Dora or Deigo all day long, literally. She screams bloody murder, and wiggles, kicks, roll over everything else when I try to change her clothes. She hates taking off her pajamas. I have to hid them in the laundry, or she will try to put them back on. The uglier the pajamas the more she loves them. She is more than willing to take off her clothes and put her pajamas on at night, she doesn't want to wear clothes, even if I'm finding knit pants for her to put on. Then she wants to watch tv all day. Where did she learn this? I hate staying in my pajamas and feeling like a slob. I never watch tv all day. Where did she learn that its ok, to stay in pajamas and watch tv all day? She doesn't watch tv, all day, but when its not on, she points to the tv constantly screaming at me. The moral of the story, she is such a joyful daughter to have.
The previous picture was taken before she entered her slob phase.
The previous picture was taken before she entered her slob phase.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Official
My husband got promoted. He finishes his MBA in July, and on Monday he officially joined management. He is meeting with his director today. It goes manager, (upper) manager, director. So now instead of having two managers between him and his director there is only one. Since its internal things will take a while, they have to hire his replacement and he has to train him, and probably a few others. The job opening to replace him was posted yesterday so its official!
The great omen about it all, is he had a list of career goals to achieve by the time he was thirty. He turned 29 on Monday, the day his new position was official. So he now has completed all his goals.
(Sort of, he had a salary goal, I'm not sure if its polite to say actual numbers. Our salary is not that, but it was a salary goal if we lived in California, we planned on moving out there at one point. We have since changed our plans but since the cost of living is different here we have met it. Just not number wise. But comfortable life wise/ cost of living- yes.)
I'm very proud of my husband, for achieving his goals before 30. I'm also really glad he achieved his goals, because as a wife I fear I'm holding him back, so its nice to know I'm not. I actually think I'm probably fueling his goals, but I fear I'll hold him back. Emotional is not always logic.
He might also had had a goal to own a house, so we'll see if that happens in the next 12 months. But even if that doesn't, its better to have not owned than be underwater right? That and we paid for tuition by not owning.
Long story short, my husband is management. He accomplished another goal. He is very driven. I'm glad I interrogated him so much when we were dating, because I wanted to marry a man who was motivated with his career so I'm glad I pushed to figure out. (Brent doesn't like talking about himself.) If I was going to get married and give up my career for our family, he was better going to have a good career. Education didn't always come super easy for me, but I tried and was motivated, so I wasn't necessarily looking for the top of the class, just someone that was going to try and keep moving. I think I was very successful in finding that, Brent has done a lot in the last 11 years, since he got out of high school. I'm proud of him. I'm married to a stellar man.
The great omen about it all, is he had a list of career goals to achieve by the time he was thirty. He turned 29 on Monday, the day his new position was official. So he now has completed all his goals.
(Sort of, he had a salary goal, I'm not sure if its polite to say actual numbers. Our salary is not that, but it was a salary goal if we lived in California, we planned on moving out there at one point. We have since changed our plans but since the cost of living is different here we have met it. Just not number wise. But comfortable life wise/ cost of living- yes.)
I'm very proud of my husband, for achieving his goals before 30. I'm also really glad he achieved his goals, because as a wife I fear I'm holding him back, so its nice to know I'm not. I actually think I'm probably fueling his goals, but I fear I'll hold him back. Emotional is not always logic.
He might also had had a goal to own a house, so we'll see if that happens in the next 12 months. But even if that doesn't, its better to have not owned than be underwater right? That and we paid for tuition by not owning.
Long story short, my husband is management. He accomplished another goal. He is very driven. I'm glad I interrogated him so much when we were dating, because I wanted to marry a man who was motivated with his career so I'm glad I pushed to figure out. (Brent doesn't like talking about himself.) If I was going to get married and give up my career for our family, he was better going to have a good career. Education didn't always come super easy for me, but I tried and was motivated, so I wasn't necessarily looking for the top of the class, just someone that was going to try and keep moving. I think I was very successful in finding that, Brent has done a lot in the last 11 years, since he got out of high school. I'm proud of him. I'm married to a stellar man.
My Secret
I just wanted to share with everyone my secret to happiness. A pregnant women can get a multitude of free parenting magazines. They just seem to come and come and come, forever. I use to obsessively read them, at least two-three a month. To the point I was about to explode. Life was not happy, those magazines did not improve anybody's life in my house. My secret to happiness was to recycle those devil magazines immediately and/or cancel some of subscriptions. Oh, life has been so much happier now, for everyone.
I don't feel like a bad mom.
I don't feel like my children are failures.
I don't feel like my children are abnormal.
My husband doesn't have to play emotional damage control.
I don't worry about every little thing, and can just enjoy new things when they come.
We are going on at least a year of house free of parenting magazines. I plan on never reading another one again, unless maybe my next ob doesn't haven anything else in her office and I forgot my book.
No I'm not pregnant this is not an announcement.
I don't feel like a bad mom.
I don't feel like my children are failures.
I don't feel like my children are abnormal.
My husband doesn't have to play emotional damage control.
I don't worry about every little thing, and can just enjoy new things when they come.
We are going on at least a year of house free of parenting magazines. I plan on never reading another one again, unless maybe my next ob doesn't haven anything else in her office and I forgot my book.
No I'm not pregnant this is not an announcement.
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