A fair bit of my daily emotion is an offshoot of time spent reading blogs, message boards, and FB group posts.
Today's rage is brought to you by someone describing something as judgemental when there was not any judgement in the original post at all. Basically, personA said that they were exposed to something that made them uncomfortable. PersonH was up in arms because personA was judging people rather than communicating with them. I apologize for putting you through that sentence, and back story but it is better I vent it here than on my husband at the end of the poor guy's work day.
I do not believe that it is judgemental to say that a friend's style of parenting, clothing, music, relationships, or cooking makes me uncomfortable. The discomfort is a statement about ME! Not about you/YOU.
Observing differences does not equal judgement.
Also, disagreeing with big words is not the same as being a bully. Not completely unrelated: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/signe-whitson/bullying_b_2188819.html
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Cell-f-ish
Did you know that there is a space for post titles? Sometimes I miss the obvious. Until 2012 I thought that ski hills were made by God. Seriously. I thought developers put lifts into the natural places that God left tree-free.
It has been a week since my dumb smart phone stopped working. I tried every fix there was to try. I quickly accepted that it was done, and counted my blessings that not much of value was locked away in it. Photos and videos had been recently backed up. The notes we made during the tot's birth were written into her log book.
A few weeks before the demise of my phone started to question the hold that that little screen had on me. I was aware that I needed to put it down more. To play more. To chore more. To listen to my best friend more. To not check in for notifications which, truth be told, mostly had no impact on my day to day life. It was a quick journey from limiting smart phone screen time to having no phone at all.
It has been a week of trying to decide what kind of phone my next phone should be. I have decided that I will activate a smartphone that we had kicking around after my husband needed to upgrade to an Apple phone.
A few lessons learned this week
*bubble bath ingredients are only an interesting read the first couple of times. I need books or magazines in the bathroom
*my husband says interesting stuff. I need to tune in way more
*my kid is happy that my phone is gone. I will not disappoint her with the new phone.
*a cell phone is not required for lrt rides, car rides, time spent down town. I do not need to be easy to reach.
It has been a week since my dumb smart phone stopped working. I tried every fix there was to try. I quickly accepted that it was done, and counted my blessings that not much of value was locked away in it. Photos and videos had been recently backed up. The notes we made during the tot's birth were written into her log book.
A few weeks before the demise of my phone started to question the hold that that little screen had on me. I was aware that I needed to put it down more. To play more. To chore more. To listen to my best friend more. To not check in for notifications which, truth be told, mostly had no impact on my day to day life. It was a quick journey from limiting smart phone screen time to having no phone at all.
It has been a week of trying to decide what kind of phone my next phone should be. I have decided that I will activate a smartphone that we had kicking around after my husband needed to upgrade to an Apple phone.
A few lessons learned this week
*bubble bath ingredients are only an interesting read the first couple of times. I need books or magazines in the bathroom
*my husband says interesting stuff. I need to tune in way more
*my kid is happy that my phone is gone. I will not disappoint her with the new phone.
*a cell phone is not required for lrt rides, car rides, time spent down town. I do not need to be easy to reach.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Fall of 2014 could be the first year of formal preschool/preschool for profit/a 2 hour break under the guise of socialization. You probably see where I stand on the need for preschool for our tot.
I've decided that for this year and next we will enroll her in Mama Preschool. The program is simple. Get out, enjoy the world you live in, and play!
Let Them Play
I think planning 10 months of play experiences will be a good place to start in extending hope and joy beyond day to day.
-v
* I used to know where commas belonged, and how to form complex sentences. It will come back to me. Hopefully. Likely once I start reading, and not merely collecting, the books beside my bed.
I've decided that for this year and next we will enroll her in Mama Preschool. The program is simple. Get out, enjoy the world you live in, and play!
Let Them Play
I think planning 10 months of play experiences will be a good place to start in extending hope and joy beyond day to day.
-v
* I used to know where commas belonged, and how to form complex sentences. It will come back to me. Hopefully. Likely once I start reading, and not merely collecting, the books beside my bed.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
When you grow up.
I've been at this mom thing for just a little over 3 years now. The big fat positive that marked the beginning came in April 2011.
For as long as I can remember, my attitude toward relationships has been to take things as they come. Day by day. Cherish the moments. I have been fortunate to savour every day of motherhood. Every single one. I can honestly say that I have no regrets in how I have mothered this little human.
I was chugging along steadily until 2014.
I believe that I have shifted from a healthy dose of daily gratitude to a lack of hope that there will be a tomorrow. Overstated? Perhaps.
This year and last year showed me that children die. Of course I have always known that but it's always been more of an arm's length type of knowledge. In 2014, in my personal circle, 2 children have passed away and a 3rd child is has been recently diagnosed with cancer. Not a fun, easily treatable kind of cancer but a brand of leukemia that is best caught when you are male and younger than 2. She is inching close to 3.
I am not quite sure where I go from here. How to regain hope that this little person by my side will have her chance to become a preschooler, a tween, a teen. That she will have friends, and lovers and such. And then to regain the hope that I will live long enough to see all the wonder that will be the life she lives.
For as long as I can remember, my attitude toward relationships has been to take things as they come. Day by day. Cherish the moments. I have been fortunate to savour every day of motherhood. Every single one. I can honestly say that I have no regrets in how I have mothered this little human.
I was chugging along steadily until 2014.
I believe that I have shifted from a healthy dose of daily gratitude to a lack of hope that there will be a tomorrow. Overstated? Perhaps.
This year and last year showed me that children die. Of course I have always known that but it's always been more of an arm's length type of knowledge. In 2014, in my personal circle, 2 children have passed away and a 3rd child is has been recently diagnosed with cancer. Not a fun, easily treatable kind of cancer but a brand of leukemia that is best caught when you are male and younger than 2. She is inching close to 3.
I am not quite sure where I go from here. How to regain hope that this little person by my side will have her chance to become a preschooler, a tween, a teen. That she will have friends, and lovers and such. And then to regain the hope that I will live long enough to see all the wonder that will be the life she lives.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
My presence here to you is brought by a challenge.
See: http://www.bisonweb.ca/blog/archives/746
In my brain: Challenge = Competition. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a teeny bit competitive so that is hopefully the motivation I need to set moments aside every day for some sort of posting.
Today's post is a quick update of where things left off in Feb. 2011.
2011 Taxes were recently completed. Actually 2012 was also very recently completed. The assessment is still on our table. Yes on the dining room table. I vowed to keep the island clear of papers and general clutter. The result is the table is covered. Island looks amazing though.
The end of 2011 brought a tiny human into our lives. Like my husband, she is not interested in social networking or public sharing.
My challenge is to come up with a month of blog topics that do not implicate the humans I reside with.
See: http://www.bisonweb.ca/blog/archives/746
In my brain: Challenge = Competition. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a teeny bit competitive so that is hopefully the motivation I need to set moments aside every day for some sort of posting.
Today's post is a quick update of where things left off in Feb. 2011.
2011 Taxes were recently completed. Actually 2012 was also very recently completed. The assessment is still on our table. Yes on the dining room table. I vowed to keep the island clear of papers and general clutter. The result is the table is covered. Island looks amazing though.
The end of 2011 brought a tiny human into our lives. Like my husband, she is not interested in social networking or public sharing.
My challenge is to come up with a month of blog topics that do not implicate the humans I reside with.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Caffeine reduced mascot wife
After a couple of months of all-day-sickness and a month of general exhaustion I am finally feeling ready for some blogging.
My husband and I are expecting baby #1 and I feel like I should write a book called "My Changing Body: Pregnancy Edition". It seems that there's a new surprise every few days. Tonight's treat was when I went to tidy up with a little shaving and I couldn't see over my belly to the area in need of attention. Awesome.
My husband and I are expecting baby #1 and I feel like I should write a book called "My Changing Body: Pregnancy Edition". It seems that there's a new surprise every few days. Tonight's treat was when I went to tidy up with a little shaving and I couldn't see over my belly to the area in need of attention. Awesome.
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