What's the time Mr. Wolf ?

Punctuality is important to me.

Why?

Being #2 in a family of 9 + cousins and friends, meant, if you weren’t ready to go, you got left behind.

An awesome 3 hour walk home from school because you were dicking around is enough to make you never do that again.

So now?

I INSIST on being on time.

I actually have heart palpitations when I think of showing up late to something.

So if I’m late?

It was unavoidable, and I feel TERRIBLE about it.

I always make sure to include the time it takes to get myself, and my kids ready as well as account for travel time, to ensure I arrive on time. I’m hardwired that way.

Socially, I don’t have the same expectations for others that I have for myself. I couldn’t care less if people show up late when we have things. If you show up, it’s all good.

Professionally?

I’ve got no time for it.

I think it comes from the past few years listening to reasons why people are late.

“It snowed”

Once ? Ok.

Every day?

You live in Utah. It snows 8 months of the year. This is not a surprise. There are a number of avenues you could explore which would give you the weather forecast for the next day. The news. The internet. An App. I invite you to use those, and plan accordingly.

"I slept in" ?

I get it, it happens and I love me some sleep.

Thanks for being honest, now don't make a habit of it.

The early bird gets the worm.

TRUE

The late bugger misses out on everything awesome!

SOMETIMES TRUE.

Woman's World

It's a man's world.

Working in a management position in corporate America?

Well, you gotta have some pretty big balls.

You know what I have to say ?

*pointing at my own chest*

"These aren't boobs.

 These are balls. 

And as far as balls go ? 

They're the biggest pair of nuts you've ever seen."

Part Time Manager, Part Time Mum, FULL TIME LEGEND!

As a full time working wife & mother, I often find myself feeling incomplete.

A part time mother, who, during the hours of 7am - 6pm, has to dedicate all my time to my job, an adult day care provider.

I'm joking ... or am I ?

A number of my daily professional interactions result in the inspiration for my ramblings.

Crocodile Tears? 

Oh yes I did have to endure.

Two on Two?

You KNOW that's a survival tactic.

(Pooh is taboo, but honestly, we all feel awesome after dropping a 5 pound deuce)

Back to what I was talking about before .... 

I never quite feel like I'm a full time anything, you know?

I mean, I KNOW that I am, but there is always a part of me that wants to be more in the one or the other direction, more often than not, more of a mother.
Just give more time, or be more.

A really good friend of mine gave me some advice a long time ago, when I was on the fence emotionally about going back to work after having child #2.

After a little thing called personal revelation enlightened the hubby and I to the fact that it was right for me to go back to work, I had to get past the mental and emotional obstacles.

That piece of advice has stuck with me, and I think about this when I wonder 
"What the hell am I doing?".

It was more or less along the lines of the type making it worth it.
When I have to be away from my kids, I want to be sure I'm doing the best job I am capable of,  in whatever role I'm fulfilling.

I try to make a point, since I can't spend "quantity" time with my kids, to spend quality time with them.

I still suck. A lot. When it comes to parenting.

I work hard to be able to give my kids opportunities in life.

You know why else I work?

Coz its not the fifties anymore.

Kidding.


Everyone faced with the same dilemma I've been faced with has to make a choice that they can live with.
Being a stay at home mother?
Now THAT'S a tough job.


Sometimes I do wish I stayed at home with my kids.
Would it make them better people?
I don't know, they're pretty awesome.
Would I be the best person I could be if I stayed at home?
Who could say.
Maybe it's better for my kids to spend less time with me.

I do enjoy working though.

I've got a pretty intense job, I manage a number of people, and a number of conflicting priorities, and I'm pretty good at, if I do say so myself, and I DO.

I need to be sure I put that out there in the blog-o-sphere.

People interest me.

People's reactions to different situations intrigue (infuriate) me.

And seeing something successfully implemented from beginning to end, is extremely satisfying.

I work, therefore I am.

HELL NO.

I LIVE! 
Therefore I am.

When I got married, I entered into a partnership with my husband.

We both work full time, we share the load at home, we share everything with each other, I mean isn't that the point?.

It's not his responsibility to provide everything for our family, it's OUR responsibility to figure out this life together, and get through it together, the best way we know how.

Side by side huh Stephen Giles ?
Enjoying the ride together.

Ready or Not, Here Change Comes.

Change.

What's consistent? 

The lack of control you can have over it.

When people move away, move on, the change, can flat out suck.

I guess it's the uncertainty of what remains for those left behind, or the uncharted territory for those plodding forward, that is constant.


It can often be unsettling.


Change can be heavy in your pocket, and on your mind.

Ah change, sometimes, you need to piss off.

Water Closets

I went to a few countries in Europe recently, and was inspired.

The people walk everywhere, smoke a lot, drink a lot, but are beautiful and tiny.

The women have some of the most sculpted legs I’ve ever seen, and I think I’ve determined the reason why.

NO TOILET SEATS.

In all the public bathrooms I went to in Paris, Rome and Venice, there were no toilet seats on the toilets.

And how do you go to the bathroom when there isn’t a toilet seat?

Pop a squat and hover over the bowl (connecting your skin with the porcelain? NASTY) .

Dropping a 5 minute deuce?  Makes for some strong quads!

So, if you can’t make it to the gym,  remove your toilet seat, and give those thigh muscles a work out!