My Vote

Let me state for the record, I don’t like working for other people and if I must, I prefer to be as autonomous as possible, preferably working for someone who is older than me so that I’m not as quick to disregard their instructions or cast off constructive criticism. I do not like green eggs and ham, Sam I am.

That said, I have a lot on my plate in light of the troubled economy.  It’s a juggling act I don’t enjoy mostly because I watched my mother endure this when I was growing up and had hoped that I would never have to experience it myself when I got to become a mother.  In some ways I was jealous she had a life outside of home and that she often seem distracted when I needed some one-on-one time.  But in the years that have passed, I think that part is just her, she’s a true multi-tasker and seems to be “at her best” when she has many pots on the fire (how’s that for a bunch of cliches?).  It would have been good to have known that back then, though.  Whether her distractibility quotient existed prior to starting a family and is now a part of her character as a result of the many years of being “forced” to multi-task is certainly to be considered.  Still, for me, being a mom is a full-time job.  There’s a lot of work required and to multi-task that, I personally feel, is a detriment to my kids.  I’m not saying every mother is that way (and I’m not saying that it was in my situation as a kid growing up), I’m saying that for me, I see it as such. 

The economy’s slump was in the cards.  We went through some living-high-off-the-hog years with high salaried jobs, material possessions that could have paid an entire family’s entire year’s living expenses back when I was still living at home,  exotic vacations and multiple ones at that.  Sadly, my own family has succumbed to those glitzy aspects, too.  It’s evident in my children’s faces as they are beginning to realize that no, we really cannot afford this or that; it’s not a lesson we’re trying to teach, we just do not have the money.  It’s evident in my husband’s face when he realizes that no, I’m not being a selfish penny-pincher, we really cannot afford to go out and replace the sluggish weed-wacker, either make do or do without.  And now it’s become perversely evident as I longingly wish (need) to take my semi-annual “mommy” break and know that it’s impossible, unless I go pitch a tent somewhere, to go. 

Returning to work is troubling.  There’s no getting ahead, this won’t fluff the account out enough to buy the kids the “extras” or to replace the wacky weed-wacker or go on a “mommy” break.  And if that’s not enough to have to wrap my fading red hair around, I’m trying to figure out where to get enough time in the day and weekends to get projects going so we can make our holiday gifts.  But I’m not singing the song you probably have been humming already.  It’s just frustrating.

So it all comes down to a vote.  Whose the best candidate for the people?  I’m twixt and ‘tween (and no, don’t take this as an invitation for commenting with your propaganda) and am leaning more towards the Bozo the Clown/Howdy Doody ticket.  Seems to me, they’ll keep me laughing through it all. 

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The Ooh’s and Ah’s of Motherhood

Tres instantes...

The other day I pulled up the log-in information and accessed the school’s records giving me an overview of how well my Pie Dudes were doing in their classes.  I know this is a difficult, transitional year for any kid their age and remember how rough it was for me. 

Naturally, kids this age (12) are starting to test their wings, which aren’t very strong; they’re lucky to get to the end of the branch before hopping back into the safety of the nest.  Yet they’re defiant in their struggle to achieve a sense of autonomy.  It’s best not to attempt to break that bronco quite yet, my bones can’t handle the thrashing! 

What I have found works is what many parenting books and forums herald as the way to strengthen the bonds Omg now hiringbetween parent and child at this turning point: relating to them.  Some suggest sharing stories of your own childhood that are similar to the experiences they’re enduring and relate how the problem was resolved. 

I certainly hope this doesn’t apply to when they’re preparing to go off to college.  My stories might have to be made up at that point.

According to the progress report I accessed online, Z-dude was struggling with his math.  Good to know, better now than in a few more weeks when the first trimester comes to a close.  Instead of harping on him, demanding to know what was wrong and why he was struggling with it, I shared with him a story.  In a few months from now, the Pie Dudes will be the same age I was when I was uprooted in the middle of the school year and my family and I trekked across the country to the Left Coast.  Aside from the normal “new girl” experiences and my own frustrations of being in an old, run down school that looked about a bazillion years old after coming from a state-of-the-art brand spanking new school (the misery!), it quickly came to light that I was exactly two years ahead of my classmates in every subject save my social sciences class.  I wasn’t the only one who caught on.  My teachers also learned from the get-go that while I appeared not to be paying attention (in truth, I wasn’t, really) and didn’t raise my hand to participate in the activities, they couldn’t blindside me by calling on me to answer the question and “catch me.” I always spouted the answer right out and it, more than not, was the correct response.  And thus, I was left out to pasture without anyone paying me much attention.  For the new girl, that was fine by me.  I had enough problems trying to fit into the social pack. 

Now while my husband gives me grief about how I go on and on with my stories instead of getting right to the point (wow, that makes me feel all warm and bubbly with the love), my kids actually enjoy listening to the stories and I think it offers them the ability to “relate” better than if I just blurted out “the point.”  So I shared with Z-dude (and let it be noted that Ry-guy was nearby, rapt) that I sailed through the remainder of my sixth grade classes and on into seventh grade.   And then came the fateful dayBig Fat F when my world crashed down around me.  Well, okay, not really, but at the time, it sure felt that way.  The papers were handed back during 6th period math and when I turned my four-page test over, I almost burst into tears when I saw the big, fat, larger-than-life “F.”  From thereon, it was a struggle.  It didn’t help much when my German algebra teacher two years later felt that the best way to teach me how to solve the problems was to put me up in front of the class day in and day out, to work the strange array of alpha-numeric’s while my peers snickered behind me.   I wound up failing that class entirely which is why, I informed them, you need to stay after school and take advantage of the help your teacher and the high school tutors can give you.  The point of my story here is, if you are seeing your grades slip, get the help immediately, get extra credit, find out if you can do any make-up work and push that right back up to where it needs to be.  If you don’t, it could quickly get so far ahead of you, you may never catch up.

A few days later, Ry-guy reported back that Z-dude indeed was spending his time after school before catching the bus, in the classroom and yesterday, he had a packet of extra-credit he was working on.  Boo-yah!

Along those same lines, Ry-guy is in a class where they have a writer’s How I write...workshop on a  weekly basis.  In reviewing his notes, he’s in for a lot of writing this year.  I mean a lot.  I’ll admit, I’ve had my concerns.  He can tell a story, but when it comes to actually writing one, he gets tangled in an interesting way of repeating himself and not going back and reading what he’s written to see if it flows.  We’ve been working on it together and he’s taken off with some of the most wicked imaginative stories he’s come up with to date.  Make your mother proud, kiddo!  Taking it a step further, he’s already signed up and ready to participate in the youth version of the annual National Novel Writing Month in November.  I couldn’t possibly gloat any more than I am! 

“So how come your classes aren’t doing a lot of writing?” I asked Z-dude after the second week of Ry-guy’s edits.  He merely shrugged his shoulders and mumbled (Lord how I hate this stage where they mumble too much!) something about “I don’t know” or maybe even the text version, IDK.  Until yesterday.  He came home and reported he had to write a story for his Roman history class and promptly asked me if I could help him look up some maps to better prepare him for his story. 

Not as easy of a task as I thought!  But we muddled through, thanks to the help offered from some FB buddies and he was soon bent over his desk with his lined paper, writing furiously.  He’s quite a bit like me and doesn’t want anyone looking over his shoulder, so I let him go at it.  Without even having to prompt him, he handed me the story (he’d written two full Aug. 2: Woot!pages within a short period of time, woot, woot!) to read while we sat down to dinner.  It was a very funny story, one that most likely will appear on their blog once it’s graded and returned.  I’ll try to remember to post an announcement when it happens (go anyway, several of their work is already on their Pie Dudes blog).  The best part was: “Why is thou here?” Chris said.  “Why has thou put a two-inch hole in my leg?” He responded.  I about fell out of my seat laughing so hard.

Man, I’m so loving seeing my kids grow up! 

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Ahhhhh Summer!

Today consisted of scheduling and filling out forms for summer events and activities.  Why anyone needs my email address on an emergency form is beyond me.  I’m guessing it’s for notifying parents of an injury that didn’t result in emergency medical treatment.  Another portion that was disturbing was the unilateral release of photos, video footage, etc.  I don’t have a problem with my child’s photo being used.  I do have a problem if his name is used.  What a cheesy way to get model releases and free publicity.  Do I get a fee for his photo? 

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huh? by ~K~, on Flickr

I think I’ve said this before, but never again will I allow our summer time to be left unplanned this late into the game.  Spaces fill, tuition increases, dates get shuffled until the prime camps and activities are no longer viable.  It sucks, to put it in the words of a twelve-year old kid. 

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Crossing The Line

 

My second favorite redhead, Catherine, blogged about this and immediately tears were streaming down my face.  I only watched this one video, it’s part 2 of a series, but for anyone who has kids (present, past, future) or you are a kid, this is a must see.  Be part of the change!

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