Okay, so obviously it isn't any secret that I don't care for my job much. Unfortunately, on one level I do care what people think about me. How are these two things related?
In my neverending quest to be away from work with a legitimate reason, you'll remember how desperate I was for my children to get the chicken pox. They did. What that amounts to is less than 20 days worked since April 30th. (This is partly due to forced holidays taken the first week of May due to child care issues). Couple that with an insanely busy workload and it spells trouble. So eventually, no matter how much I hate it there, I do feel responsible for my work and don't like having to leave it for others to do.
Last night my youngest was up a lot with fever and a cough; this morning I decided it best to keep him home since he was coughing to the point of nearly vomiting. Then by 11 a.m. he was asking to go play outside. Guilty conscience kicked in and I called my child care provider and asked if it'd be okay if I brought he and his brother. She said yes so off to work I went.
I have so much work to do I don't even know where to start. Tomorrow should be a busy day and hopefully a productive one. I do have some banked time to use so was planning on getting my hair done but am feeling guilty about that too. It may not matter though as by 7 tonight, the little man's temperature was back up to just over 101 and he was in rough shape. I gave him some Advil and it did perk him up but what will the night bring? Tomorrow morning?
I don't know...what I do know is if he is sick, and I have to stay home (and it's me who has paid sick leave so it's not really a viable option for Mr. Man to stay home), that bitch Guilt will have me feeling like an ass when I call in to work.
I can't believe I'm actually hoping to be able to go to work tomorrow. It's wrong on a number of levels.
And on that note, he's awake, crying and coughing right now....
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Sweet Pox
So here it is, a Wednesday night at nearly quarter after 10, and I'm slowly sipping on a beer and checking my various favourite sites. You wanna know why? Well, because, dear Friends, Reese finally got the much coveted chicken pox! I worked a total of eight days in May between holidays and Rhett's pox and June is off to a fine start as well!
Really it's going to bite me in the ass, hard, upon returning to work full time because the work keeps piling, the crises keep coming and it's just all awaiting my valiant return.
For now though, I shall focus on the positive for two reasons: I don't have to go to work tomorrow and I'm slightly buzzed from the beeeer. tee hee. Anyway, so far Reese is holding up well. Slightly less energetic than usual but not too itchy yet, but it's early. I promise to take veery good care of him as a reward for earning back my love and taking his hit for 'Team Mommy Stays Home from Work'.
Disregard the spelling errors. This too can be attributed to my friend in the can. Ha ha. That sounds like my friend is in the bathroom. No, this is my liquid friend in an aluminum can. I'm fancy like that. No glass for me, thank you very much.
Really it's going to bite me in the ass, hard, upon returning to work full time because the work keeps piling, the crises keep coming and it's just all awaiting my valiant return.
For now though, I shall focus on the positive for two reasons: I don't have to go to work tomorrow and I'm slightly buzzed from the beeeer. tee hee. Anyway, so far Reese is holding up well. Slightly less energetic than usual but not too itchy yet, but it's early. I promise to take veery good care of him as a reward for earning back my love and taking his hit for 'Team Mommy Stays Home from Work'.
Disregard the spelling errors. This too can be attributed to my friend in the can. Ha ha. That sounds like my friend is in the bathroom. No, this is my liquid friend in an aluminum can. I'm fancy like that. No glass for me, thank you very much.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Yes He is My Favourite
My family often accuses me of favouring my youngest child. Three year old Rhett. I previously wrote about how he may or may not have me wrapped around his finger. At times I have felt slightly guilty about this but today, I don't.
I don't because, bless his three year old little heart, he saw his brother was not going to comply with my never-ending quest to have a valid reason not to go to work and he promptly got the chicken pox. FOR A SECOND TIME.
How do I not give him a little extra snuggle for that? Or maybe even whisper sweet nothings about him being my favourite in his ear when no one else is around? He is putting his soft little toddler body through a second spell of itching and potential scarring just so I don't have to go to work. Or at least that's how I see it...
If you follow along and remember, he broke out with the pox Monday before last. Which meant I got to stay home from Tuesday to this Tuesday because of the long weekend. I went back to work two days ago and am home again today. He has sprouted three new solid pox and the beginnings of three others on his face. I love him so much. And with any luck at all, the six year old will still eventually get them.
That is, if he wants any of my love, he will.
I don't because, bless his three year old little heart, he saw his brother was not going to comply with my never-ending quest to have a valid reason not to go to work and he promptly got the chicken pox. FOR A SECOND TIME.
How do I not give him a little extra snuggle for that? Or maybe even whisper sweet nothings about him being my favourite in his ear when no one else is around? He is putting his soft little toddler body through a second spell of itching and potential scarring just so I don't have to go to work. Or at least that's how I see it...
If you follow along and remember, he broke out with the pox Monday before last. Which meant I got to stay home from Tuesday to this Tuesday because of the long weekend. I went back to work two days ago and am home again today. He has sprouted three new solid pox and the beginnings of three others on his face. I love him so much. And with any luck at all, the six year old will still eventually get them.
That is, if he wants any of my love, he will.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Help Needed
As I become further immersed in the world of blogging one thing has become very clear. My title sucks. Not of the actual posts; if you ask me, some of those are quite clever. I'm referring to the actual blog title. I recently stumbled across one titled "Mommy Wants Vodka." Now why in the hell didn't I think of that? There is also "The Sassy Curmudgeon" and a whole host of clever catch-ily titled blogs out there.
"Searching" was originally chosen in an effort to reflect how this blog was a way of me looking for a way out of my job or maybe for a sliver of contentment in my life. Which I suppose it still is but still, I think I, or we, could come up with something better.
Thinking back the common themes of my blog are hating my job, loving and hating Vodka, and parenting. How should one combine all those? I suppose I could change it to "I Hate My Job and Drink Only to Cope". Not catchy or all-encompassing enough.
So friends and neighbours, any suggestions??? Throw any and all you got at me, because I'm completely drawing a blank.
Thanking you in advance for what I'm sure are going to be some kick ass ideas!
"Searching" was originally chosen in an effort to reflect how this blog was a way of me looking for a way out of my job or maybe for a sliver of contentment in my life. Which I suppose it still is but still, I think I, or we, could come up with something better.
Thinking back the common themes of my blog are hating my job, loving and hating Vodka, and parenting. How should one combine all those? I suppose I could change it to "I Hate My Job and Drink Only to Cope". Not catchy or all-encompassing enough.
So friends and neighbours, any suggestions??? Throw any and all you got at me, because I'm completely drawing a blank.
Thanking you in advance for what I'm sure are going to be some kick ass ideas!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Out of Ideas
I want to write about something but am drawing a blank. Maybe I'm slightly distracted by my normally reserved daughter's gyrations to the Glee soundtrack in the kitchen. Maybe I'm too tired. Maybe I've run out of things to say. That's really unlikely though.
My husband wants to go out tonight. We've talked about taking in a movie. Do you people know what time a late show starts these days? Freakin' 10:15. I'm not really comfortable falling asleep in the theatre. Don't get me wrong, I've done it before and so would like to avoid it. Actually I wouldn't have minded falling asleep during 'Inglorious Basterds' but the theatre was freezing so no such luck.
He also suggested drinking. I'm not really in the mood for that either. I'm tired. My three year old must have just won a Guinness World Record award this week for the child with the most energy in the history of the world while 'down' with the chicken pox. I'm afraid I'd have one drink and nod off.
He though, had a very stressful week as he is working for the real-life equivalent of, well I want to say Marie Barone from Everybody Loves Raymond but I'm not really sure that encapsulates it. Ryan really is patient by nature but this woman has put him over the edge. She gave him food and he THREW IT AWAY. He does not throw food away. Ever. He really does not like her and having met her myself and having her ask me my name three times within seven minutes, I can't say I'm a fan either. She then decided she'd remember my name, Angela, by associating it with 'angel' as in and she said: "Ryan's wife is an angel. Angela." Okay then, I guess I'll remember her name with the following: 'Marilyn is a moron'. I think if Marilyn could've read my mind the other day, that is if she isn't illiterate, and believe me I have my suspicions, she'd have a whole other word association with which to remember me by.
Gotta go, time to Busta' Move.
My husband wants to go out tonight. We've talked about taking in a movie. Do you people know what time a late show starts these days? Freakin' 10:15. I'm not really comfortable falling asleep in the theatre. Don't get me wrong, I've done it before and so would like to avoid it. Actually I wouldn't have minded falling asleep during 'Inglorious Basterds' but the theatre was freezing so no such luck.
He also suggested drinking. I'm not really in the mood for that either. I'm tired. My three year old must have just won a Guinness World Record award this week for the child with the most energy in the history of the world while 'down' with the chicken pox. I'm afraid I'd have one drink and nod off.
He though, had a very stressful week as he is working for the real-life equivalent of, well I want to say Marie Barone from Everybody Loves Raymond but I'm not really sure that encapsulates it. Ryan really is patient by nature but this woman has put him over the edge. She gave him food and he THREW IT AWAY. He does not throw food away. Ever. He really does not like her and having met her myself and having her ask me my name three times within seven minutes, I can't say I'm a fan either. She then decided she'd remember my name, Angela, by associating it with 'angel' as in and she said: "Ryan's wife is an angel. Angela." Okay then, I guess I'll remember her name with the following: 'Marilyn is a moron'. I think if Marilyn could've read my mind the other day, that is if she isn't illiterate, and believe me I have my suspicions, she'd have a whole other word association with which to remember me by.
Gotta go, time to Busta' Move.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Critic's Choice
I don't get it. I am currently reading a book that won the 'Man Booker Prize' in 2007. I don't even know what that is but when a book has won an award, any award, one assumes it is a good book. What I have found, more often than not, is these award winning books seldom make me smile. They are dark books full of dark wordy imagery. I don't overly enjoy these books. So why am I reading it? I have a strict rule, made for myself by myself, to finish every book I start no matter how much I dislike it. So there, I'm obligated. Plus, in this instance, I'm waiting for the author to just get to the point already. I'm waiting for the climax, one would say. However, like many women, I just don't think I'm going to get there. At least in this instance.
It's called 'The Gathering' by Anne Enright and is about a large Irish family. So far the biggest thrill of this book has been the cultural references and language. I enjoy that no matter what. 'Angela's Ashes' was also about a large Irish family but it was entertaining despite the dark theme of it all. This book also has a dark thematic element but is also convoluted and aimless.
Maybe it's me. I consider myself an intelligent person. I also enjoy being entertained but what seems to be the common cultural perception is the darker or worse or more confused one feels after reading a book or watching a movie, the more critically acclaimed it is. Why do we have to feel unhappy or disconcerted after seeking out entertainment? I suppose thought provoke-ment is a positive thing but really, and this maybe attributed to the work I do, I don't want to think that hard while being entertained. I want to laugh and feel good upon completion. After watching the movie 'Monster' with Charlize Theron a few years back I was angry and wanted to cry. So yes, excellent acting and story but I did not feel good or entertained. I cannot tell you how many times I've watched 'Anchorman' with Will Ferrell. It did not win any awards. I always feel good and highly entertained after watching. Also good acting.
I love lamp.
Okay, maybe it is me.
Stay Classy San Diego (which I believe means "whale's vagina").
It's called 'The Gathering' by Anne Enright and is about a large Irish family. So far the biggest thrill of this book has been the cultural references and language. I enjoy that no matter what. 'Angela's Ashes' was also about a large Irish family but it was entertaining despite the dark theme of it all. This book also has a dark thematic element but is also convoluted and aimless.
Maybe it's me. I consider myself an intelligent person. I also enjoy being entertained but what seems to be the common cultural perception is the darker or worse or more confused one feels after reading a book or watching a movie, the more critically acclaimed it is. Why do we have to feel unhappy or disconcerted after seeking out entertainment? I suppose thought provoke-ment is a positive thing but really, and this maybe attributed to the work I do, I don't want to think that hard while being entertained. I want to laugh and feel good upon completion. After watching the movie 'Monster' with Charlize Theron a few years back I was angry and wanted to cry. So yes, excellent acting and story but I did not feel good or entertained. I cannot tell you how many times I've watched 'Anchorman' with Will Ferrell. It did not win any awards. I always feel good and highly entertained after watching. Also good acting.
I love lamp.
Okay, maybe it is me.
Stay Classy San Diego (which I believe means "whale's vagina").
Cheated
Remember how Rhett the 3 year old has chicken pox and yesterday he was extra cuddly? Well he still has chicken pox but is slightly less cuddly. In fact you can hardly tell he's sick. At this very minute he's doing laps around the house.
Um, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the benefits of a sick child but they are supposed to have less energy and be quiet pathetic little souls who watch movies on the couch and ask for juice. Instead my child is attempting to re-enact Avatar.
He got up at 5 a.m. today. At 12:30 p.m. he announced he was ready to sleep and did so for two hours, thank Jebus. I had a nap too followed by the rapid succession inhaling of a chocolate pudding and chocolate covered granola bar but I'm still bitchy. I need to keep a stash of actual chocolate hidden in my house for just such occasions. However, much as with cookies, if I know it's here, it's not hidden and it's gone.
Sigh. Anyway, I am mature and good enough of a mother to appreciate the fact that my little boy is not suffering. I just want him slowed down a little. Is that too much to ask?
I think not.
Um, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the benefits of a sick child but they are supposed to have less energy and be quiet pathetic little souls who watch movies on the couch and ask for juice. Instead my child is attempting to re-enact Avatar.
He got up at 5 a.m. today. At 12:30 p.m. he announced he was ready to sleep and did so for two hours, thank Jebus. I had a nap too followed by the rapid succession inhaling of a chocolate pudding and chocolate covered granola bar but I'm still bitchy. I need to keep a stash of actual chocolate hidden in my house for just such occasions. However, much as with cookies, if I know it's here, it's not hidden and it's gone.
Sigh. Anyway, I am mature and good enough of a mother to appreciate the fact that my little boy is not suffering. I just want him slowed down a little. Is that too much to ask?
I think not.
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