Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2013

The price of a letter

Canada Post announced on last week that in March letter rates will be going up to 85¢/$1 for a domestic letter (I haven’t been able to figure out if the US and international rates get the extra hike too or just the expected hike in January). There’s a whole bunch of rhetoric about it flying around the interwebs right now with arguments for and against the rate hike (and a phasing out of mail carriers and some job losses). I haven’t linked because there is so much of it and so much of it is changing. The most confusing part is the two rates for a domestic letter – it all depends on whether you purchase a single stamp or a booklet of stamps. Booklets have a less expensive per stamp cost. But what is the value of a “P” stamp?

We send a lot of mail at our house. We like mail. We belong to Postcrossing and J and I both write letters to penpals and friends. I know we’re rare, but our personal mail far exceeds our bills. Lots of postcrossers like stamps as well as postcards…so sometimes we put multiple stamps on our cards…I will likely stop using perpetual stamps for those and stick to numbered stamps because who knows what that “P” stamps is really worth.

But what really is the price of a letter? I’ve seen so many people say this is the way Canada Post should be going because we can send email and attach pictures and send text messages. Who cares about mail?

I care…I’ll continue to shell out for the more expensive stamps because I like to open that envelope and savour that letter. I like seeing the wear and tear from the letter’s journey. You can sometimes see the way a letter writer’s emotions change through a letter in the way that their handwriting shifts. Letters are better for sharing secrets. The mail I receive is worth more to me than the cost of the stamp and the postcard or paper…I love getting letters…don’t get me wrong, email is awesome too and I won’t stop using it, but it is so nice to get a letter from an old friend (or a new one) and take a few minutes to sit down and read (and reread) their words…the price of a letter might be $1, but its value is certainly greater.

I was also sad to hear they are phasing out postal carriers…I remember one mailman we had when I was a kid…I’d run out to meet him and he’d often have a mint for me. Remove the mail carriers and that personal connection is gone…the postal system isn’t really dead…I think ours just needs to be revamped…when I lived in the UK, I couldn’t believe the mail people sent and received and the efficiency of Royal Mail…next day delivery? Little notes just to say hi? Their postal system seems to still be working better than ours…

Should Canada Post be cost effective? Definitely. Should it be costing us money as taxpayers? Probably not. Is a revamp a good idea? Certainly…but making the price of stamps prohibitive isn’t really going to solve the problem…

Anyway…I rambled. A lot. If you want to do something cool and maybe help Canada Post stay relevant, check out Postcrossing. We love it!

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Good morning January

Well, 2013, you're here. I've been wishing for you for a while, but when I woke up this morning, nothing had changed except the calendar. I guess those changes are up to me and aren't some miracle that happens at the stroke of midnight between December 31 and January 1.

Your good friend 2012 threw a few fast ones our way last year, but we just kept pushing forward. I think, for now, 2012 will stay on record as being the most challenging year of my life (to date). Just when I figured it couldn't swing anything more at me, it mustered up another punch from somewhere and aimed for my head, or my heart.

But we outsmarted 2012. We won because we made it to 2013 and 2012, well, it needs to stay back there in memory land and it doesn't get to move forward. Maybe it's in a perpetual 2012 Groundhog Day. It can stay there.

At our house, and in the homes of many of our family and friends, 2012 dealt out too many servings of heartache, poor health, loss, uncertainty and general misery. But do you know what, we're better for it. Our family left 2012 as a stronger, more cohesive, harmonious, happy unit, despite the challenges the year brought us and some it refused to take with it. And even with the challenges, there were so many joys. We have so much in our lives to be grateful for and yes it was challenging, but remembering how blessed we really are kept us going through the challenges.

So to 2012, thank you for giving everyone in my family strength(s) we didn't know we had, when we needed it (them) most. Thank you for the kindness, empathy, sympathy and warmth shown to us when we needed, when we didn't need it and most especially when we were certain we didn't need it or want it but couldn't do without it. Thank you for reminding us in so many ways to be thankful for the people in our lives and grateful for what we have. Thank you for the challenges, because they made us stronger. Thank you for the constant reminders to tell the people who are important to us just that. That they are important. And to tell them why. And often. Thank you for forcing us to grow and change because that is where we'll find our happiness this year. Thank you for showing us we are resilient and stronger than we ever knew.

And 2013, thank you for being here this morning to offer us the hope of fresh beginnings. Thank you for the happy times we know you hold. Thank you for the arrivals we're eagerly anticipating. Please be gentle to us as you, like every year before you, give us whatever challenges you think we need and as you keep something dear to us when we move on to 2014 (I know, it's still a long way away).

My promise to you 2013? I am going to savour every moment I get with every person I love. I am not going to dwell on 2012, but I'm going to look forward to the wonder 2013 promises. Every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed (even if it is multiple times) I am going to remember all that I'm grateful for.

So 2013, give me your challenges, give me your joys. I'm ready for you. This is going to be a good year.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Is it the time of year?

My blog has been quiet. Very quiet. Not because there is nothing to write about, but I just haven't been writing about it.

And today I realized, I'm not the only one!

Some of my favourite blogs, some of my friends' blogs, they've become quiet(er) too. Some are still posting, just not as regularly and some, like me, seem to have stopped...maybe it's the busy time of year?

We'll see what happens here...blogging was one of the things I enjoyed doing that I could cram into an half hour at the end of the day after J went to sleep. Maybe once the pregnancy related fatigue eases up a bit, I'll be back? Or maybe not, because that might just morph into new baby related fatigue...I guess we'll see...

I hope all you silent ones are well and just too busy! I miss you!

Saturday, September 01, 2012

Fresh Start

I've posted a few times before about September and how I always feel like it's the beginning of the year for me, not January 1 and this year is no different. No one is starting a new job or daycare this year (or school...next year we have school to add to the excitement), but I think it's time for us to have a fresh start.

I woke up this morning and the air felt different - cooler, crisper and more fall-like. I know, I know, all you summer lovers will hate me for saying this, but I am very glad to see the autumn.

she likes summer too
See, she likes summer too!

September and October have always been my favourite months, so it's not surprising that I'm welcoming them. I love the feeling in the air, the delicious, fresh-off-the-tree apples, the fall clothes that don't require as many layers (and sometimes don't need a jacket) as they do in winter.

We're looking forward to the last four months of this year. 2012 has been a challenging year pretty much from day one, so we're going to make the last four months count. The next four months are going to have so many smiles in them that the last eight months won't seem like they've been so challenging!

Happy September everyone.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Until the fall...

Not news: The Canucks lost last night, ending their playoff run.

Maybe I'm a bad fan, I don't know, but I'm kind of looking forward to not spending my evenings watching hockey...don't get me wrong, I'd be cheering as loudly as possible if they were still playing, but there is so much to look forward to with no more hockey, like more evenings at the park and less "Luongo is evil" chatter.

My kid on the other hand cried twice last night when we explained that hockey was done until the fall. The first time she stopped pretty quickly when we said it would mean lots of park time. The second time she sobbed for a long time. She would miss her Chris Higgins and her Ryan Kesler. And maybe even Robert Luongo. We explained that the hockey players' kids would be happy because they'd get to see more of their dads at night and because she understands that very well, she decided it was okay. But only if they come back in the fall.

Who knows what the team will look like when the new season starts...I do feel badly for Roberto Luongo. Sure he's had some spectacularly bad nights in goal, but more often than not he has spectacular nights in goal - just look at his record. I'm pretty sure he had substantially more wins than losses this season. And he played well in Games 1 and 2...you can't expect the goalie to stop the other team AND score...

Anyway, hockey, have a good summer. We'll see you in October.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Let's talk hockey

Specifically, let's talk about injuries caused by the opposing team. I ranted a bit about that during the playoffs last year, both when Rome hit Horton and when Boychuk hit Raymond, but it's up for discussion again this week. Just for the record, as a Canucks fan, I felt that Raymond's hit deserved to be penalized, although perhaps, based on the criteria applied to other hits, four games was a big much (but maybe it wasn't, I'll get to that in a second) and I was APPALLED that the league didn't even review the Boychuk hit on Raymond.

Wednesday night we were watching the Vancouver - Chicago game. I really enjoy it when Vancouver and Chicago meet because the rivalry is so intense, it brings a lot to the game. J and I listened to the first half of the first period in the car but we were in the house when Duncan Keith hit Daniel Sedin. J started yelling, "That man has to go to the penal (yes, that's the word she uses, but it's pronounce more like PEN-ll than peenal) box because we don't hit and Mommy, that other man is lying down. Now there is going to be blood on the ice. That man needs a time out." And while, there was no blood, she was right about going to the penalty box

[aside: J loves watching hockey and is just starting to grasp the concept of the opposite teams. She doesn't understand checking because at home and at daycare she has been taught that we never, ever, ever hit another person...so watching the game with her means there's a whole lot of "Why didn't that man have to go to the penal box for a time out? He hit someone."]

It wasn't until the second period intermission that they showed us the earlier hit where the roles were reversed. And I can't say that made me like Duncan Keith any more.

We've been noticing over the last few weeks that the officials aren't calling a whole lot of penalties and that seems to result in games that aren't much fun to watch for a variety of reasons. This game was a perfect example of how a bit more effort in penalty calling by the officials might have prevented a whole bunch of hullabaloo later.

Like, maybe if Daniel Sedin had been called on the initial hit and done his time in the box, Duncan Keith would not have lost his mind and hunted down Daniel Sedin. If that initial hit had been penalized maybe neither the Canucks nor the Blackhawks would be facing the indefinite loss of one of their key players.

Daniel Sedin threw a bad hit. Duncan Keith made a ridiculous decision and if the rumours of his threat of I'm going to make you pay or whatever it was are true, he made more than one dumb decision. And the officials, they lost the plot. I know it is best if the officials don't get too involved because they can kill the momentum of the game and they don't want to be seen as influencing the outcome, but their JOB is to enforce the rules and make sure the play on the ice is safe. I don't know exactly how much NHL officials are paid, but I've heard that starting salaries for linesmen run about $75K. Anyone else making that kind of money under such direct public scrutiny would be without a job at this point.

And then there are the fans. I'm not talking about the rational fans - the ones who can maintain their team loyalty but still see that a player on their team made a big mistake which goes for both sides in this case (check out the anti-Canuck vitriol spewed by a Chicago journalist who can still see that what Keith did deserves punishment). I'm talking about the ones who are saying things on twitter and forums and comment sections of newspaper articles and blogs saying stuff along the lines of Sedin deserved it, glad someone finally gave it to the Canucks etc. No one deserves to get hurt by an intentional play. No one. It's professional hockey, so yes, injury is something of a given, but being intentionally sought out should not be a worry.

Does Daniel Sedin deserve a suspension? Probably. Does Duncan Keith deserve a suspension? Definitely. Did Daniel Sedin "deserve" to get hurt? No way. Should the officials be disciplines as well? Probably, but unlikely. How do we make this go away?

The NHL keeps saying they want to crack down on head shots and prevent concussion and other dangerous hits and injuries, but all they do is hand out these 3-5 game suspensions that are obviously not having much of an effect on the players. I say change the rules. If you injure someone, intentional or not, on an illegal play, you sit until they are able to play again. And THEN you serve your suspension. One or two of those and the players might wake up and change their behaviour.

So now, we wait for Brendan Shanahan to make a decision. And there will be upset people on both sides of the situation. But maybe the attention this hit is drawing will drive some change. And maybe one day people will realize it's just a game and the players are human and cheering when one gets hurt is just not the way to go.

/rant over

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Plans

I had plans. Lots of plans. For lots of organizing and lots of writing and lots of reading. Reading is about all I got done this month. So I made a list tonight. And maybe I'll actually get around to some of that writing (or blogging) in February...we'll see I guess...

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Let the holiday season begin...

It's grey. And not very warm today.

But our house smells heavenly. And I've got a nice warm sweater. So it's all good.

There's a turkey in the oven. J is resting. Alex went to pick up the last minute groceries for our turkey dinner (umm....who forgot the potatoes...) And I'm gearing up to go wash the first round of dishes.

That's the only think I hate about making a turkey dinner...it's time consuming and can be hard work, but the loads and loads of dishes kill me. And then there are more loads of dishes.

Whatever. Thanksgiving is the beginning of holiday season as far as I'm concerned. That means this week Alex and I ahve been slowly planning for the next few months. We have a few free days in December, but that's it. It's only October. How does that happen? Oh well. We have sort of cheated. We purposely "booked" a few days for us. Days with no plans.

It also means it's time to start Christmas shopping. Except. Well, it appears we have already started...there is a bag in my closet with gifts for three people. And there is a gift for a fourth that is decided on, but can't be purchases until closer to Christmas. If I can keep up this organization, well, the holidays should be a blast!

I have a list that's twice as tall as I am (which, I think, accounts for my relative absence from the land of blogs) and once I've checked a bunch of things of that list, I get to really start planning. Which means making more lists: lists for gifts, lists for cards, lists for projects around the house, lists for gifts to be made...

Uh, yeah, can you tell I like the holidays?!?!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Slow down...

I seem to have slowed down...completely...

I will be back eventually (and I'm fine. Really. No more scary headaches. The all-clear is still an all-clear)

Maybe I'll be back this weekend...maybe not...like I said when I popped in to say hello at the beginning of the month, I have a list...It's grown a little bit. I also have a list for this weekend - it's long. It might allow for some blogging time. It should allow me to cross at least one more thing off the 101 in 1001 list...I sure like lists.

Okay. Since it's Friday and I also have a list at work, I should get back to crossing things off that list so that I can have fun crossing things off the other two lists this weekend...

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My love-hate relationship with the book of face

Dear Facebook,

I know I curse you almost daily and I wonder why you change as often as you do, but I should probably take a moment or ten to thank you periodically.

Without you, I wouldn't know who just checked in at the grocery store. Maybe one day I'll work up the nerve to ask that person to bring me a loaf of bread.

Without you, I wouldn't know who just got dumped by whom before the dumpee finds out. Wait, do I really want to know that?

Without you, I wouldn't have the opportunity to see seventy-four almost identical shots of a friend of mine and a friend of theirs, posing in front of something.

Without you, I might forget my sisters' birthdays, my wedding anniversary and my name. If I used my real name.

Without you, the hits on my blog would be slightly higher and my real mail box would be happier more days of the year.

Without you, I would have more hours in my week because that two second log on to see if something was happening that turns into two hours of mindless clicking? Yeah, that wouldn't happen.

But in all fairness, I do have some things to sincerely thank you for.

Without you, I wouldn't have a clue how to track down a few very important people in my life who regularly move and never let their friends or family know (before Facebook, I think they thought we could find them telepathically?)

Without you, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to reconnect with a few very good friends from long ago who I had lost touch with somewhere along the way. It's so good to have them back in my life and even though most of them are far away, it's nice to know they're there...

Without you, I would have gone crazy in my first 18 months as a mommy. But when things went sideways, I could post it on Facebook (and annoy the crap out of half of my friends...sorry) and I'd have eighteen suggestions, reassurances or answers in about six minutes.

Without you, our family reunion would have been over in 24 hours. But it started two months ago and it's still going.

Without you, I'd never hear from some very important people in my life who apparently never learned to dial long distance or to use the post office. I'm okay with that. Because they're awesome at Facebooking.

Without you, I'd have a hard time keeping up with my friends from my days living in other countries. I wrote lots of letters when I lived in the village in the Alps. Because the village had maybe 1500 people and I only spoke English and you can't really ski in the dark. So I wrote lots of letters. But now I have things to do. Other than write letters.

Without you, I'd never get to see my cousin's pictures from the family reunion because he lives in another town or my dear friend's amazing pictures of her trip because she lives in another country or my other friend's beautiful children because they live in far away now.

So, while you annoy me and I threaten to get rid of you, regularly, I really do appreciate you.

Thank you for keeping me connected...

Monday, July 04, 2011

A look back...

Back in 2006 I filled this out...and because I have nothing better to do tonight (like the dishes or sleep...ahem) I thought I'd see what my answers are now like (sisters, I know you drop by occasionally...you both answered the questions in 2006 too...) Green ones stayed the same, blue ones are new answers.

1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? plain white

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING RIGHT NOW? The Disappeared

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? red stuff

4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? trivial pursuit

5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Real Simple

6. FAVORITE SMELL? J after a bath

7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? the asbestos building I work in

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? really? morning already? please let it be Saturday

9. FAVORITE COLOUR? I like blues and purples and pinks

10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR? yucky orange (there is nice orange too)

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? no more than four, because that's when the answering machine picks up. no one ever calls me anyway!

12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? There's going to be more than one?

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? living

14. Uh...there is still no 14?

15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? vanilla

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? sometimes

17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? I have a teddy who sits on my bed during the day, but usually sleeps on the floor at night

18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? very cool

19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? Alex's Honda Civic

20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? my grandma

21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? what is alcohol? I think it makes me sleepy

22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN AND YOUR BIRTHDAY? cancer - July 3 - odd that this is the same...

23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? yup

24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? I have that job - I'm J's mommy!

25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOUR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I like my brown hair even though it's got golden highlights right now (yellow according to J!)

26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? mmmhmmm

27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? half full

28. FAVORITE MOVIE? love actually

29. TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? yup...I was forced to take grade nine typing and as much as I loathed it, typing has probably done me more good than the table I could have made in woodwork.

30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? under the bed storage boxes filled with towels and sheets

31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 13

32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? hockey

33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? something happening to Alex or J

34. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? I have too many...Bones, Rookie Blue, Criminal Minds, NCIS, NCIS Los Angeles, Law & Order (the original and SVU)...

35. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? ick..neither

36. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS? burgers! but sometimes hot dogs are the right thing to eat (usually those times involve a campfire and burnt marshmallows too)

37. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? San Pellegrino - limonata

38. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? home, London, Italia, Copenhagen

39. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? ummm...the screen goes blank after a few minutes of being ignored

40. BURGER KING OR MACDONALD'S? neither

Okay, now I'm going to do what I should have done an hour ago...I'm going to bed...good night!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

What DO you call it?

Okay, you've been warned. I wrote this when I was tired and cranky. I think I made sense at the beginning, but it goes downhill...and then I get rambly...sorry...I'm not even sure I ever got to the point.

Somewhere along the information highway today I clicked on something that led me to something that led me to an article called "Married Single Mom." Charlotte Latvala over at Parenting.com wrote the article about her life as a mom to three kids and wife to husband with his own business that keeps him away from home for hours and hours every day.

I read the article and chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement and thought, wow, I sort of see my life. Sort of. But the title kind of bugged me.

I quickly forgot the title when I saw the mudslinging in the comments: single moms who were offended by a married woman using the words "single mom;" others, married or not, who seem to be offended by single moms. All kinds of assumptions. Like married women have it easy. That stay-at-home moms have the "princess shift." That married women have no financial concerns because they have working husbands. That married women can have "me time" whenever they want because their husbands will take their kids. That single moms get a break a few times a week or month (depending on arrangements) when the kids go to dads. That single moms do the jobs of dads, even if the dad is in the picture.

I don't understand these Mommy (and Daddy) wars. There was an essay in the Globe and Mail a few weeks ago by a single dad and the comment section was full of people accusing him of not being a *SINGLE* dad because he shared custody with his son's mother.

Why the hate??? WHY????

Everyone has a different situation, shouldn't we be supportive of each other, regardless of the situation? I know a couple of single moms. Some of them struggle to make ends meet, their children's fathers don't pay child support on time, or at all, the fathers don't show up when they're supposed to etc etc etc. I also know a couple who are financially well off, who have marvellous relationships with the children's fathers. But I also know married couples who worry about how they're going to get dinner on the table tomorrow and others who worry about how they're going to choose between a holiday in the Caribbean or in the Mediterranean. Marital status doesn't necessary dictate what a family's financial status will be.

I fall into the same category as Ms. Latvala. But I don't consider myself a Married Single Mom. I'm J's mom and Alex's wife and while I would love it if he was here more, that's not our reality at the moment. But I'm not a Married Single Mom.

I get up every morning just an hour or so after Alex goes to bed. J and I get ready for our day together and commute to the university together. I drop her off at daycare and get myself across campus to my office as quickly as I possibly can so that I can put my hours in and get back across campus as early as possible to pick J up. But it's still usually between 5:15 and 5:30 before we get home. Alex has to leave by 6:30 to go to work. We're still working out our afternoon routine - our schedule has been this way for eight months, but apparently it takes a year or so to really get a routine happening. Most nights I make dinner and ideally J and Alex get some time together. Some nights that doesn't happen for a multitude of reasons, but we try. Often there are tears when Alex leaves. Or some time later in the evening. Or at bedtime. On good nights we're able to eat dinner together before Alex goes. On not so great nights, we don't. I spend the evening with J. We go for a walk or to the park. I do the dishes. I do the laundry. I do bath time. I do story time. I do bedtime. I sweep the floor. I fall into bed exhausted at 10:00 (or 11:30 like tonight) and we do it all over again the next day. Weekends aren't even all ours...Alex doesn't get home until the early hours of Saturday morning, so that's another stolen morning.

There are many reasons this is our life right now. Some of them we can change. Some of them we can't. But we're working on it...but that's how it is at our house right now and I see no reason to defend it or make excuses for it.

So please don't hate me because even though most days I'm the one parenting, solo, and doing a lot of housework, I have husband. Don't hate me because some days it's a struggle, but I have a husband. Don't hate me because some days we worry about bills and finances and future tuition costs and maybe even retirement. Yes, I have a husband. But that doesn't mean I don't have those worries and concerns.

Instead, why not share the things that made you stronger. Maybe they'll help me. Maybe I can share what worked for us. And maybe one of those things might make your life a little easier. Maybe we can swap babysitting. Maybe you know a secret place to get 2 for 1 coupons for a bunch of the products I buy.

Parents, single, married, co-parenting, whatever, all have pretty much the same goal - to raise happy, healthy, well-adjusted kids in the best possible environment. So instead of attacking each other because our family situations aren't the same, why don't we embrace each other and support each other and be kind? Hillary Clinton wrote It Takes a Village and years earlier (just before I was born) my grandmother told my dad that a child is raised by his or her parents with considerable support from their community (community defined by each family...each family's community is going to be different)...and they're right.

I don't know what we'd do without our family and friends to turn to for advice and support, our doctor for not only medical expertise, but helpful suggestions and assistance, community health nurses who not only figured out J wasn't gaining weight when she was tiny, but were also available to listen to my frustrations and fears in a safe and non-judgmental way, and of course our family and friends. Yes. They're there twice because that's the first and last place we (meaning me and Alex) tend to turn when we're stuck. Some of my community lives in the computer. Some of them are single moms. Some are moms with husbands who work somewhere else or work shift work or are unavailable to be full-time parents for some reason. Some are moms who have husbands who are able to share the household responsibilities 50/50. Some are stay-at-home moms or work-at-home moms. Some have nannies. Some haven't had a day away from their kids in months. Some are working moms with stay-at-home husbands. Some are single parents - for a whole bunch of reasons. Some are same-sex couples. We all have our challenges, but I'm ever so grateful that these moms aren't engaged in mommy-warfare...

Maybe you, my community can help me: I'm not sure what I'm called, but I'm still not a single married mom. I think I just want to be called Mom.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Who makes the better boss?

Recently, I've had a few interesting discussions with people about bosses, specifically, who makes a better boss and who is a better professional mentor and role model, a man or a woman. Wow, what a loaded question with a wide range of answers...

If you had asked me a year ago, I would have had said I would prefer to never work for a woman again.

My most recent experience working for a woman was not good. I moved back to Vancouver from London in 2002 and began working at a corporate office downtown. I started on the reception desk and before long I was assisting the accountant and then the President and the CEO, Sammy. The President was hands off. He didn't need much from me, except when Sammy insisted. The accountant was lovely and I had a few tasks to do for her, but nothing out of the ordinary or strenuous. She was predictable and the tasks were too.

But then there was Sammy. UGH. I think women like Sammy are the reason so many people have negative experiences with female bosses. Sammy was demanding. Sammy was flighty. Sammy was a narcissist. Sammy was just like Miranda in The Devil Wears Prada. Except Sammy wasn't wealthy, Sammy just *thought* she was wealthy. And Sammy didn't have the status in her industry that Miranda had in hers. She just *thought* she did. Sammy made my life hell.

I hated working at that corporate office and I wanted out. I had also decided that I didn't want to work for another woman. Everyone I talked to who worked for a man seemed so much happier with their work situation than those who worked for women, or at least they seemed happier than me, and I worked for a woman.

Men seemed to be more fair. Men seemed to be about business when it was business time and when that was over, personal relationships picked up where they left off. Women were petty. I saw this not just in Sammy, but in the other female executives as well - if there was a disagreement about a business matter, they took it personally. There were weeks when two of them wouldn't go for lunch together because of a business decision one made that the other didn't agree with. The guys, they got over it because the beer and game after work were about the beer and the game after work. The business decision? It was made for the betterment of the business and it could stay at the office.

Sammy was unpredictable. One day she'd be lovely - I spent a pleasant afternoon in Holt Renfrew with her picking out Christmas gifts for the staff one year – and the next day she'd be horrible and everyone would go out of their way to avoid her. Not so easy for me...my desk was literally right outside her door. She would ask for one thing and when I brought it she's say, that's not what I want, why can't you read my mind. She'd ask me to remind her when it was five minutes before her next meeting and then scream at me for interrupting her. She'd tell me to go home early because I'd been there late all week only to yell at me the next morning because she needed me two hours after I'd left the night before.

I looked for a new job for a long time. I was reluctant to let go of my miserable job with Sammy because (a) I had a job, (b) I had benefits, (c) the job market sucked, (d) while she was crazy and unpredictable, she was also out of town often enough that is wasn't as bad as it sounds up there, and (e) I had some really good friends at the corporate office and they made me happy and sometimes we had crazy adventures. Then a new job pretty much landed in my lap and I hugged it and jumped at the chance for a change.

It was a big change. I no longer had Sammy to contend with; I had a male boss who was also an academic. Someone who needed to be reminded to get his haircut, not someone who had to be persuaded to get a manicure on the weekend, not during the week when we had a crucial conference call booked.

Sammy was a piece of work...and working for a man for the first time was heaven compared to that. I never wanted another female boss again.

Apparently I had totally forgotten about life before Sammy.

My first "real" jobs were at a shoe and clothing store and a fast food joint. My bosses both places were women. They were temporary jobs and pretty routine and I didn't think much about my boss. In both instances, she was just someone who trained me, scheduled me, and signed my pay cheque and pretty much left me alone otherwise. My next job was one I returned to for two summers. My supervisor was another student who was my peer and quite honestly didn't really supervise me. We were a tiny team that fortunately worked well together. My real boss was a man in a government building a few blocks away who occasionally stopped by for an extended coffee break to make sure everything was working the way it was supposed to.

None of my bosses was particularly inspiring. None of them provided much in the way of leadership or mentoring. I didn't look at any of them and aspire to do better or greater or more worthy things. They happened to be the people who would have something to say if I messed up, so I just made sure I didn't mess up.

After I graduated I went to live in London and work for WAGGGS...not only did I have a female boss, but all of my coworkers were female and we all lived TOGETHER. EEEeeep...I didn't really understand why people thought I was crazy until after I'd been there a while...um, ever heard of hormones synchronizing themselves when women live together...yeah, interesting times!

D was my first "real" boss. Actually technically she wasn't my boss, but that's a different story. If I screwed up, well, I cared about what D thought.

D was all those things my previous bosses hadn't been. She was a true leader. She cared about Pax Lodge. She cared about the staff. She cared about our guests. She made me realize why it was important that I cared about the guests too. She inspired me to do my job better because it could make someone else's experience better.

D taught me that respect is to be given, not earned. Because she respected us, we respected her and life was much easier...Of course, if we did something to lose her respect, we would have to earn it back, but everyone started on a level playing field - everyone was given respect from the get go...and it worked. D pushed us to be the best we could be and to move outside our comfort zone.

After I left, I worked for two more women, but because I loved Pax Lodge and felt that D was a good boss, I was back at Pax Lodge within a year, this time working for her. I would have stayed longer, but my visa had other ideas.

But Sammy had wiped those memories from my mind. After changing jobs and working for my male boss who needed haircut reminders I was convinced I was never going back to a female boss again.

Then a year ago there was a major shakeup in our department and some people were let go and some were reassigned and our department was closed. I lucked out - I was reassigned. To work with a woman. Someone I'd never worked with and had met only briefly. She didn't intimidate me but I knew I wanted to have her on my side; I could tell being on the wrong side of her would be bad. I was terrified.

I had flashbacks to Sammy. I felt physically ill. It was not fun. For the first four months we were in different buildings a 12 minute walk apart. Things were going on in both our personal lives. There was upheaval. I didn't want the new building to be ready. I didn't want to move in across the hall from this woman.

I saw myself going on 45 minute lunch runs to pick up a sandwich because I had to find a place that made shrimp and avocado sandwiches and I couldn't come back until I had one in my possession. I saw myself not getting any work done and getting yelled at for it because I spent my day babysitting the boss's kids (for the record my new boss doesn't have kids). I saw my child languishing at daycare long after the day was over because I hadn't been "released" yet because there was an "emergency." I saw myself feeling sick all the time. I saw myself quitting. I didn't know what to do.

Luckily my new boss is not like Sammy. My new boss is an energetic, intelligent, inspiring woman. She's got great stories. She expects a high level of work, but she outlines her expectations very clearly. Even though she doesn't have kids, she's been excellent when it comes to picking J up early or working at home when J is sick. She encourages me to take vacations. She encourages me to take courses and buy and read books for professional development. She is constantly challenging me to push my boundaries and take on things I'm not entirely comfortable with (even though she's confident that I'll be fine). She is friendly. She is respectful and she is kind. She’s predictable - not in a boring way - I know that if she asks for x, she’s not expecting me to come up with f.

She is one of the people I've had this discussion with...her perspectives have been enlightening and many of her role models have been men, so she's tried to emulate some of their behaviour. We agree that things in the business world would likely run a little smoother if everyone was a little gentler with each other but also had teflon skin. It's not going to happen though.

I know this boss is not going to be my last boss...but I'm going to enjoy working for her as long as possible, because male or female, she's an excellent boss and she has reminded me that long ago, before Sammy, I had another amazing boss in D.

What do you think - do men make better bosses than women? Do women make better bosses than men? Or is it all about each individual's personality?

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Burn the candles

My mom sent me one of those inspirational PowerPoint-set-to-music things.

I don't normally open them, but then, I don't normally get them from my MOM either.

And this one was quite good.

There were lots of little reminders that I needed reminding of. (If that makes sense. And yes, I'm going to end that sentence with a preposition. There's nothing wrong with that.)

This is the one that's been dancing in my head all morning:
Burn the candles; use the nice sheets. Don't save it for a special day. Today is special.
I need to remember that. I'm a pack rat. I've mentioned that a few times I think. I'm not as bad as I used to be though - I'm even using the shower gel I got for Christmas this year.

When we were kids, we used to get small, novelty soaps (shaped like animals and flowers and even once I got a Cabbage Patch Kid!) in goody bags at birthday and other events. I stashed all of mine away in a box because if I used them, they wouldn't be special anymore. I remember finding the box when we moved when I was fifteen. The soaps were all stinky and dusty and sticky. I threw them away even though it pained me deeply. That's not an exaggeration.

So sometimes I need reminding that if we don't use something, it will actually become worthless because it will spoil or go bad or spill or get lost. So there are nice soaps in the bathrooms. We have lovely sheets on our bed. When our towels get old, we get to use the new ones (I have about 20 bath towels that we received as wedding gifts stashed in a storage box) instead of cycling the guest towels to us and giving the guests brand new towels. Because we deserve to use the nice stuff too. And really, we rarely have overnight guests, so the current guest towels ARE like new!

Tonight, I'm going to get out a lovely candle that my grandma gave me. That I'm pretty sure she had since the seventies. And after J goes to bed, I'm going to work by candlelight instead of electricity. Well, sort of. The computer still need electricity...

Thanks for the reminders, Mom! I saved the PowerPoint on my desktop so that when things get hairy at work, I have something to remind me of what life is really about!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Clawing my way out of the chaos

How is it that you spend months getting organized and developing routines and it all falls apart after a week (or part of a week) at home with a sick kid?

My schedule is so far off, it's not even funny. To be honest, I never got on top of it when we came back from our Christmas vacation, but it was working well enough. I got to work on time. We ate decent food. We ate at dinner time, not at bed time.

But now, after missing a full 25% of work since the beginning of the month due to illness - mine or J's - we're somehow way off schedule.

Our house is still relatively clean, but not clean like I'd like it to be. Cleaning is erratic and I know that if I just FOLLOWED THE SCHEDULE it would be much better. I spent way too much time being concerned that I didn't get the bathroom done last night when I could be cleaning it now...instead of fretting about it.

I haven't made a proper meal plan in a month.

The laundry is threatening to take over our bedroom. I'm almost out of clothes to wear but I can't find any to wash because there are so many that I'm scared to start sorting. I might just get devoured by the mountain of washing and no one would notice I was missing because there's just so much of it...

But we started today off on a good note. While I didn't get lunch made or breakfast prepped last night, it didn't take long this morning, and we were out the door and at daycare at a decent hour. And I was at work pretty much on time. I had been aiming for early because I'm off to the dentist for some evil dental work this afternoon (I think I'm discovering why people are scared of the dentist. I'm a bit scared today) and I'm not sure how much that is going to impact (my already dismal) attendance at work.

The dentist told me to take it easy this afternoon, but going back to work tomorrow shouldn't be a problem. Someone I know (okay, fine, my mother) had a similar procedure done in the fall and it was three or four days before she could talk properly and for an extended period of time again and over a week before she stopped eating baby food pureed food. I'm worried about J and who's going to read her bedtime stories this week. I'm worried it's going to hurt.

UGH.

I just want to have a organized, functioning home again and I want to spend five full days a week at work...

Chaos, consider this your notice, I am evicting you.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

So much to say...

and no time to say it...okay, so maybe it's no computer to say it with... {and really, when do I not have a lot to say?!?!}

It's too late now, but I have all kinds of things in my brain, waiting to explode out.

Things like Valentine's cards, a start to decluttering, some lightbulb moments about the clutter problem, a new recipe, and maybe some love thoughts....

Have a good Wednesday night...maybe my computer will be healthy again soon. I miss it...

Monday, February 07, 2011

Changing our internet habits...

So, we've been trying to change our internet habits lately. The internet is a big time suck for both of us. Sometimes I set the timer for myself and that usually works, but it's so easy to say "I'm just going to check my email quickly/pay a bill/check something" and then it turns into three hours of lost time.

We've been doing well. We hardly use the computer on the weekend and our weekends are so much more fun now!

But there's a little problem with not checking the internet daily...at least for me. It's my Google Reader. I haven't been on the computer since sometime on Friday afternoon.

I have 491 unread items.

491.

In three days.

UGH.

You think I'd learn.

I used to have around 60 each morning and I'd check three or four times throughout the day and there would be maybe 10-15 each time. Most of the blogs I was reading were in the eastern time zone and apparently lots of people blog first thing in the morning.

But I use my Google Reader as a storage place for blogs that I thought were interesting once or that someone else suggested. And over time it grew and grew and grew.

And then I really intelligently checked out the finalists for the 2011 Bloggies. And checked out all the other blogs on Kath Eats Real Food. Not so smart. 491 posts.

I'm not entirely stupid about blogs though. I filed mine into folders. Which means I can select an entire folder and mark it read. And I've been known to do that.

Okay...off to manage my Google Reader and then to bed...

Friday, February 04, 2011

Mommy, I am disappointed

I know I've mentioned it before, and I'm sure I'll mention it again, but I LOVE J's daycare. One of the things they've worked hard on with the kids is teaching them to express their emotions. So J will tell us she's cranky or disappointed or frustrated. And she'll ask if we're happy, unhappy, disappointed, or frustrated. She won't ask if we're cranky or grouchy though; she just points that out.

As all two year olds do, she still has melt downs and tantrums, but now that she knows the words to use to tell us WHY, it's much easier to deal with.

Last night we left the house right after dinner intending to go to the pool with Fifers. We picked her up and drove to the pool and parked the car. And J was so excited she could barely contain herself.

Except then we left.

Because some kid had a little accident in the pool and it had to be disinfected. So it was closed. For at least an hour.

So we went to Fifers house where J was alternately scared and fascinated by the cats. And she got to draw with the most awesome crayons ever (that F has had forever. I remember them from when we were kids). And she got to eat two whole yummy muffins. And she had a great time. And she chattered away all the way home.

And then she remembered why we were at the black puppy the black kitty Stella's house in the first place. Because the pool was closed.

So she asked a few times why the (alternating) little boy/little girl didn't use the potty or their diaper to go poo. And why their mommy and daddy didn't tell them it wasn't nice to go poo in the pool. And when could we go back soon because she wants to go swimming. And why didn't that kid use the potty because she was a little bit sad and disappointed.

Thank goodness for daycare!

We sure seem to have bad luck with the pool and accidents! That particular pool is new and we've been trying to go for a while, so we'll try to go again in a couple of weeks (it's closed for maintenance next week and the week after) and hopefully then J won't be disappointed!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Daydreaming...

Decluttering is progressing very well, although so far it is kind of hard to see the results. Alex got rid of two boxes from the storage room on Sunday night and I think we only kept two things. Total. From two full-sized bankers' boxes.

Before you read on, I'm not keeping any secrets from you guys about moving. We're not moving. Just to be clear. Okay. And this does relate to decluttering. I'm just a bit longwinded (like you didn't know that...)

I don't know where it came from but for the last week I've been daydreaming. About moving. About moving far away. Moving far away to a foreign country. But only for a few years. Like maybe three. So we'd get the feel of the place. But then we could come home. Because I'm all about home.

In my daydream we'd have to leave pretty much everything behind. And each take two suitcases. Eeeep. Two suitcases multiplied by a family of three equals six. That's it. Except really it's eight. Because somehow Alex gets a great job and has to go over before us so I go with him for a week to find somewhere to live and make it inhabitable and then I come home and deal with the loose ends here before J and I head over to wherever our new home is.

So, as I've been doing normal house stuff, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, picking up eighty million toys twenty four times a day, I've been evaluating our stuff - would I keep this? Would I store it? Would I pack it?

If we were coming back there's lots we would store - furniture, books, kitchen stuff - and lots we would give away, toss, or donate - clothing, toys, books (yes, it goes both places), things - but there's not a whole lot we'd take.

I'm having a great time furnishing our new "home" in my head. I figure I'd get most of my stuff there, but on a much smaller scale than here. Because really, I could survive with just a blender. don't *need* an immersion blender, a full sized food processor, and a mini food processor as well (just for the record, I do use all of them). We could get by with fewer things like sheets and towels, we'd just have to do more laundry.

And because I've been home, feeling sorry for myself, with a sore throat, I've been browsing rentals and properties for sale all over Europe. And you know what, I might complain sometimes that we don't have much space, but we have two bathrooms. And a dryer. And a dishwasher. And 950 square feet. Some of the places I've been browsing have, oh, 800 square feet and THREE or FOUR bedrooms. And cost six times as much as our place. Although, if I look at more rural properties or in larger cities that are not London or Paris (hello suburbs of Manchester) we could potentially (based on similar lending laws and salaries) purchase a large home.

I'm having fun thinking about how to scale down and how I'd decorate a clean slate like that...and it's actually motivated me to get rid of more things that I would have. Besides a tidy, well organized house with minimal clutter, my goal, one day (likely years from now), is to only have Christmas decorations, baby stuff, and one set of tires in our storage room. And maybe all those boxes for small appliances that we haven't tossed yet because they make moving so much easier. We don't need them. And if we needed space for something more important they could go, but the coffee pot and the slow cooker and the food processor all fit so well in their own boxes and that made our last two moves so much better....

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A typical cancerian

That's me. I fit many of the Cancer traits. Especially the parts about being a homebody. That's me. I collect stuff. I like alone time almost as much as I like visiting with my (very close) friends and family. Just ask Fiona, I remember all kinds of things...things that will never, ever serve a useful purpose, ever! I can be untidy...

But no.

Apparently I'm not a Cancer.

I'm a Gemini.

Say what?

Interestingly, when I read the definition of a Gemini, I see some of my traits. I pretend to be a manipulator of language. I collect lots of information in my little brain (see above). I like to think I'm fairly flexible when things change. I loved my book club. I like intelligent conversation.

So what does this tell me? That we bend ourselves around our horoscopes...I can make myself fit Cancer and Gemini (although I see Alex way more when I read Gemini, but that might be because my brain is conditioned to think he's a Gemini, not the Taurus the article tells me he is) because really, the definitions are so broad that pretty much any personality can be contorted to fit whichever one our birthday tells us we are, even if heavens were to shuffle it all up and we were all assigned some other random sign...

Do you read your horoscope every day? Do you believe it? Do you read it at the beginning of the day or at the end of the day?