A couple of Marie's friends are getting shipped away from home. They come from divorced families and have mothers who are "sick of dealing with them", and so they are being schlepped off onto ex-husbands and grandparents. I just don't understand that. Parenting isn't a matter of convenience. Just because you have a split household doesn't mean you can get rid of your kid when it becomes difficult (especially when it's a twelve year old girl - I could understand seeking different and better circumstances for a violent or dangerous teen). Sure, things have been frustrating every now and again, but neither Calvin or I have ever *thought* to utter the words "That's it, you're going back to your mother!" regarding either one of the kids. I just don't get some people.
High: Michael will be back to being with us on a regular basis starting this weekend. Weekends with us, week days with his mom.
Low: Still have math homework to do for tomorrow. Word problems. Blech.
Getting a motorcycle!
Sarah's continuing fascination with everything poo, and this Oscar recap, from Regret Nothing Disavow When Needed.
Who I Read
Yesterday was a Power Meeting Day which required the appropriate dressiness. Today is a comfortable jeans and T-shirt day. Such a day goes beyond the attire. It is a mentality and a way of approaching the day.
A Power Meeting Day requires pantyhose, heeled shoes, and extra care with makeup. It requires balanced posture, consideration for wrinkle-prone clothing, and the recollection that I can't chew gum or rub my eyes at will. It demands file folders and project binders and presentations uploaded to websites (with backup foils in case the network connection is wonky). It means little time spent at my desk answering e-mails, and much time running around looking for peers to have quick hallway meetings with. It generates sweaty palms as I present in front of AcronymCo's high up muckety-mucks, frustration and consternation as a tense meeting erupts into angry words and attendees who storm out of the room, and a sigh of relief as a project I've been working on is approved by its stakeholders.
But that was yesterday. And this is today.
Today I am more relaxed, though I still have responsibilities I need to concern myself with. Today I am more able to go at my own pace, set to my tasks as they come to me, and spend a little time organizing myself. Today I have a couple of meetings, one that is optional, one that I can call into from home.
Today I'm wearing jeans.
I'm going to take a bit of time to finish up my math homework. I'm going to take a few minutes to concern myself with my finances. I'm going to call my tax guy, and call my cell phone provider (and figure out why the hell they cut our service, since I always pay up on time), and I'm probably going to have lunch with Calvin.
And I will answer a bunch of e-mails, and do some research into some systems I need to evaluate. I will update a couple of roadmaps, and generate a couple of agendas. I will update my work websites.
I will get a workout in, go home, shower up, get into perhaps my silk jammies or some shorts, and dial into my teleconference. I will haggle, cajole, explain, question, re-explain, clarify, redirect, disagree and commit, argue, acquiesce, and win my points all while reclined on my bed, papers spread around me, watching a muted TV.
Today I refuse to get ruffled. There are vague anxieties pushing at the boundaries of my thoughts, but I am ignoring them. No stress. Not today.
Today is a comfy jeans day.
And just a reminder to those of you who may be interested, there are five more days left to you to submit an entry for this month's Storyteller!