Finally got myself “out” last Friday. Meaning: I forced myself to leave P with the boys, on his own (after they were asleep, but it still counts) AND I forced myself to get ready (even though I felt totally out of it) (what are the kids wearing out these days?) (answer: lycra dresses) (yuck)
I actually let loose (and ended up tipsier than tipsy so my brother had to drive me home) (baby-thought-free-what?!)
I went shopping today and (shockingly) didn’t buy anything for myself (the boys made OUT though!)
Actually cleaned the house a bit (which is actually a “luxury” these days) (SAD, I know)
All of these things made possible by both boys sleeping through the night for the first time, three weeks ago, and for most nights since (!)!
This is going to be short and sweet, but why haven’t I watched this show earlier? It’s hilarious and absolutely fantastic.
I can’t stand this show.
It might have something to do with this super snotty, pretentious girl I know LUH-VING it, though, so every joke reads as condescending and pretentious to me…? We watched it tonight, and I felt myself thinking that Haley Cuoco was the only NOT irritating person on it -
which says a lot.
BUT, Kelly, I watched four Harry Potter movies in the last three days and LOVED them, so I don’t think you’re that crazy ;)
Caught a glimpse of my (naked) self in the mirror in the tiny room, pre-spray tan tonight.
It wasn’t pretty.
So even though P tells me I’m pretty more than often enough, I’m mentally back in my local Greek specialty store (92nd and Cleveland), buying Myzithyra (spelled phonetically in the absence of those crazy Greek letters) (who am I kidding, I have no clue how to spell it) for kythkethas (again, totally winged that spelling) (oh, and they’re meatballs with special Greek yumminess), with the most gorgeous Greek guy ever (and even though I am Greek, Greek guys usually don’t do it for me).
And he’s winking at me whilst flirting.
This, just after being stopped in the target parking lot by a FINE light-skinned black man (with great hair!), who came up to me to tell me how beautiful he thought I was, smiled, went back to his car, and left. I ended up behind him, leaving the parking lot and he looked back to smile again.
How was I so ON last week, and feel so off this one…?
This. All of this. I am sick of listening to people bitch about not being at point Z when they haven’t done (and, quite honestly, aren’t willing to do) their time, paid some dues and gained some life and work experience.
I know plenty of people in their late 20s and early 30s with this sense of entitlement. I find it infuriating.
“And that’s the key word: career. Longevity. The long haul. What’s really good with building a career, leaving a legacy, and making a substantial mark on this world? All the millenials want (and see) is point Z. They don’t want to sit through and listen to B or C, or work Saturday nights on J or K, or wake up early on Sunday for P and Q. They just want Z. And when they can’t endure the pains, struggle, and valuable life lessons that a few years of Ds and Es take, they’re onto the next one. Unfortunately, they’re missing the point. It’s not about Z, it’s never been (C’mon Z’s a crappy letter anyways, all it’s good for is Zebra and Pizza). A truly invaluable life is comprised of the journey: achieving and appreciating the entire alphabet. The hard work is the trophy.
Work hard. It’s that simple, guys. Just work hard and you’ve already one-upped the rest. It’s an unsung art, and it’s the answer. And unlike money or connections or all the other excuses people make as to why someone else has the advantage, hard work is something that everyone has access to.”
As someone who worked her way up in a company she started with in high school, only to have to start all over when that company was acquired by a larger one, I recognize this in too many of my peers.
Sadly, it put me at a disadvantage in my transition, as companies are accepting of this entitlement because it’s so commonplace now. My willingness to start at the start and get to know a company and their niche within an industry inside and out is so old school, compared to the attitudes that newbies with far less experience than I.
Sad story: finding out the hard way, and learning that I need to swing my swag a little harder next time.
Being in France has been so interesting. The French support system for mothers is amazing. France has state sponsored daycare and preschool, and they are really good. We just started our oldest son in preschool this spring. His teacher is excellent, and it is very organized. He only goes for three hours a day but he loves it. If your child is younger than 3, then placement in daycare depends on if both parents work and income, and then there is a sliding scale fee. My friend is a stay-at-home mom in Paris and takes her toddler two mornings a week so she can get errands done. It’s a huge burden taken of a mother’s shoulders if she has affordable options for childcare.
Another awesome detail is in Paris they have a large section on the bus for strollers. So you can get on and off the bus without ever closing your stroller. In fact its encouraged! So different from the glares you get in the U.S. for getting on the bus with a stroller. I wish the women’s movement would jump on this issue, it’s so important for moms not to feel trapped at home.