April 21st, 2006

Suse and Kim both did lists of tens today.  I want to make an attempt.

  1. Wow man, looking back at that intro and glancing those two names in close succession makes me do a doubletake and reminds me of someone I used to know…
  2. There are so many things I think about or am briefly inspired about that I want to blog about, but I struggle with not having the time.  How I struggle with the time issue.
  3. How could I not have noticed the huge bruise on my baby’s head   I cut his hair extremely short this morning, and expected to see if there were any mishaps on his scalp, but didn’t notice any.  When he got home, he had a big red spot on his head.  Did this happen at daycare   Why didn’t anybody mention it   Of course, it was Mr. Gadget who did the pickup this afternoon, and he usually doesn’t chat or ask how the day went.  Tomorrow we will find out.  I’m almost certain it wasn’t there when I dropped him off.
  4. I’m going to drive many hundreds of miles this weekend to attend a memorial for my friend.  I’m thinking of driving by my old house to see what it looks like these days, now that we’re all gone and others have remodeled it.  It will probably be a wistful weekend.
  5. It’s after midnight and my husband thinks I should go to bed. 
  6. I only lost 1/2 lb last week.
  7. I wonder if my tooth will heal up well.  It seems to be a bit better, and now only one front tooth is still loose and sore.  I should have probably gone to the dentist, especially because of the headache, but I’m an expert at thinking that everything’s fine with me.
  8. Yesterday at work someone made the comment about not wanting to be the one to tell the emperor he has no clothes.  It was an excellent analogy for the situation.  Later, another coworker and I were talking about it and I told him I wouldn’t have a problem (telling the emperor…)  Because at work I have no fear.  I’m all about speaking out for the greater good.  I hold my own very well in my male-centric workplace.  But in my personal life   Not in a million years.  I’ve way non-confrontational when it comes to things personal.
  9. I want a cup of tea, but it’s now 12:30 and I probably shouldn’t.
  10. I read on Glamorouse that the famous Amalah quit her job, and I have weird mixed emotions after reading this.  She’s got a freelance writing project on the horizon that she will unveil before too long, and I feel a bit torn and guilty, maybe, because I could probably quit my job and we could probably manage, but I don’t want to teeter on a financial precipice and have to scrape so tightly as I have all my life when I’ve finally reached that time and place in my so-called-career where it makes a very decent wage and comes with full medical and dental insurance, a company matching 401k, pension, paid vacation and a degree of schedule flexibility.  None of which Mr. Gadget’s livelihood, bless his hard working heart, provides.  Being a SAHD is not an option for  him.  He says he’d go crazy. 
  11. I don’t know how I could possibly work at home with my child at home as well.  He wants to be interacting constantly, and he needs to be interacting.  I don’t know how I could work.  If I’m at the computer, he’s there too, helping me type.  Caps lock, ctrl, alt, anything that can be reached on the left half of the keyboard is fair game to him while he’s helping.  I gave him his own keyboard, but mine is better.  Of course.  Besides, I would want to play with him, and if I tried to work and get him to occupy himself, I’d feel even more guilty.  I go through this every weekend when I scurry to catch up on housework.  I do the mad dash when he takes his naps.  When he’s awake, we play, and I try to get little spurts of things done in between.  At daycare he learns to interact with other children.  He plays happily all day.  I’m very thankful for daycare.   And for this I feel guilty.
  12. I’m having some tea anyway.  Tetley British blend with milk and honey.  Given the time, I will likely pay the price tomorrow today.

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7 Responses to “Ten or twelve, random, footloose, and fancy free”

the kim half of glamorouse Says:

I just love this. L.O.V.E. it. Every word.

That is all.

the kim half of glamorouse Says:

Oh and the Amalah thing – same, such weird mixed emotions about it. But knowing that it is just not a reality for me that works, but still wanting it all the same.

Suse Says:

Oh I did the same thing … Suse … Kim!

hahahahaha

You CAN’T work with a toddler around. All work has to be done while they’re asleep or being taken care of by someone else.

It’s 10.30 and my husband is alone in the lounge room while I blog. Pathetic really.

The Bec Half Of Glamorouse Says:

Weird, it’s 10.55 and my husband is on the other lounge while I sit on this one and blog the laptop, and I was just thinking this is pathetic and surely we used to do something more kinda, together

And the Suse- Kim thing is there an in-joke here?

The Bec Half Of Glamorouse Says:

and yes, good daycare is wonderful for kids – can you imagine having all those toys and rooms set up just for you and lots of people trained to make your day fun

Plus the social side is really important – you can really tell the kids who’ve had no daycare/pre-school when you see them starting Big School!

And if this job is doing it for you, why not stick with it Freelancing is terribly hard (ask kim and My Float) and worse with kids at home and you need to think about the next 20 or 30 or so years you’ll still be working after these few baby years – – – actually, don’t think about it if you don’t want to, it’s depressing!!

myfloat Says:

Freelancing is a *nightmare* with a two year old. I work from home. Being the most disorganised person in the western hemisphere, I find it imperative to arrange my day to the minute, starting somewhere between 5 and 6am, and ending between 10am (on a good day) and 1am (on a very bad day at which point everyone runs for the hills).

I don’t send my son to day care because the freelancing pays, well, crap. But I have to work because my brain demands it and because we are desperate to break out of our two bedroom flat. My mum helps one and a half days a week and really, I’m more insane after she leaves (which I’ve often documented).

I know a certain trio of children who are the brghtest, most social, loving, caring children…and they’ve been to daycare/pre-school. Bottom line is that we feel guilt no matter what choice we make. May as well get paid a good wage and associated extras so you can give your child extra choices in the future. Good luck!

The Bec Half Of Glamorouse Says:

My Float – you should have seen them half an hour short of dinner tonight. U.G.L.Y.

Sueeus – here’s the mtc explanation – it’s an old-fashioned journo thing and it’s always just felt right. thanks for asking!
http://glamorouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday-mtc.html