We're in Hometown, staying at MIL's house. It's weird bring here when she's not here. Last night someone made food for all us kids and our kids. Everyone, except MIL & FIL, was here. Like a family holiday, except with the patriarchs missing. And the talk of death and funerals, with a few funny family stories mixed in. While we were eating on MIL's very fancy and expensive dining room table, all I could think was that she would be freaking out because we did not put down place mats or a table cloth!
Tonight, more food was brought in, and we all met in the large dining room at the Hospice center. The hospice facility is wonderful and very accommodating to families. It is just such a strange place for a gathering.
It's interesting to see how the kids are handling all of this. My 4 year old nephew announced that he was going to go live with Pa Pa when Grandma died so that Pa Pa didn't get lonely living all by himself.
His 6 year old brother made Grandma a valentine that said, "I hope you go to heaven." That one makes us all giggle.
And TT sent Grandma this email a few weeks ago "you are great and awsome and you are the key to my heart i most deffinitly do not want you to dye i hope you start to feel better and get better you are sweet and i love you alot you are a great grand mother and i love you"
Tomorrow FIL and the kids will meet with a funeral director to determine what decisions need to be made so they can get MIL's input while she is still able. It is so strange to be dealing with these kinds of things, but I guess the more we can prepare ahead of time the better.
2/6/10
2/2/10
Marking time
We received notice last weekend that MIL is declining more quickly than anticipated and that we should visit soon. DH was actually supposed to visit last weekend, but canceled his plans after Hometown got dumped on with snow. Now he's flying out tomorrow and I am driving in with the kids on Friday.
I though that we would have at least a few more months--although I don't have any idea what I based my assumption upon. The hospice nurse said "days or weeks" which is both ominous and quite open-ended. And she is being moved tomorrow from her home to the hospice care facility for at least a few days because her pain is not being adequately managed at home.
We know that the end is near, but there remains the uncertainty of knowing when it will happen. And though we all love MIL dearly, she has been in unbearable pain for a year and a half now, and I think we all just want to see her at peace. I think she is worried about leaving her children, but all her children want is for her not to suffer anymore.
And so we wait.
I though that we would have at least a few more months--although I don't have any idea what I based my assumption upon. The hospice nurse said "days or weeks" which is both ominous and quite open-ended. And she is being moved tomorrow from her home to the hospice care facility for at least a few days because her pain is not being adequately managed at home.
We know that the end is near, but there remains the uncertainty of knowing when it will happen. And though we all love MIL dearly, she has been in unbearable pain for a year and a half now, and I think we all just want to see her at peace. I think she is worried about leaving her children, but all her children want is for her not to suffer anymore.
And so we wait.
1/24/10
Can I keep my kids little and cute forever?
I love my twins at 8 years old. They are so funny and they still adore me and they are big enough to go out and have fun with and not have to drag along half the house with us.(I think I did a happy dance the day I realized we didn't need a diaper bag anymore!)
So today is my birthday. In keeping with family tradition, PS came down and blasted the Beatles birthday song while everybody hopped in my bed. SS gave me a porcucone (a pine cone with play-dough features to make it look like a porcupine.) TT gave me a box with drawings and precious plastic jewels. PS gave me two bottles of nail polish. Then SS sang me a birthday song and TT brought me a birthday breakfast menu, to be paid for with kisses. Finally, TT brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail.
The perfect birthday!
For DH's part, he took me to the movies on Friday--to a theater that sells food and booze. We've never been before, but I've decided that all theaters should serve mudslides and burgers. The most impressive part is that he arranged for it all by himself, including child care, without consulting me--something I've been griping about for years. He's also getting me a mini-subscription to out local musical theater company. This is big, since he hates musicals. But I will finally get to see Phantom and Wicked and we have 4 guaranteed date nights over the next several months. Woot!
And for myself, I have undergone my mid-winter de-trolling. I had my eyebrows threaded earlier in the week (which hurts like an SOB, but they look so freakin' awesome) and asked for a permanent appointment every two weeks. I colored my hair (have to for the gray, but I try to stick as close to my natural color as possible). But apparently I did not actually read the color on the box and am now "hot cinnamon red." But it's ok--I can be a sassy redhead for a while.
And I went to the upscale spa for a mani-pedi yesterday. The pedi cost more than twice what it would at the local walk-in place, but it was about 1,000 times more relaxing. I really don't like pedicures, but this one was actually pleasant and worth every cent.
I also tried the new gel-lacquer on my fingernails. It is for natural nails and is supposed to make your manicure last 2-3 weeks. I have great nails and haven't worn artificial nails in almost 15 years, but my manicures don't last more than 5 days and I suck at doing my own nails. I'm anxious to see how well this holds up.
So today is my birthday. In keeping with family tradition, PS came down and blasted the Beatles birthday song while everybody hopped in my bed. SS gave me a porcucone (a pine cone with play-dough features to make it look like a porcupine.) TT gave me a box with drawings and precious plastic jewels. PS gave me two bottles of nail polish. Then SS sang me a birthday song and TT brought me a birthday breakfast menu, to be paid for with kisses. Finally, TT brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail.
The perfect birthday!
For DH's part, he took me to the movies on Friday--to a theater that sells food and booze. We've never been before, but I've decided that all theaters should serve mudslides and burgers. The most impressive part is that he arranged for it all by himself, including child care, without consulting me--something I've been griping about for years. He's also getting me a mini-subscription to out local musical theater company. This is big, since he hates musicals. But I will finally get to see Phantom and Wicked and we have 4 guaranteed date nights over the next several months. Woot!
And for myself, I have undergone my mid-winter de-trolling. I had my eyebrows threaded earlier in the week (which hurts like an SOB, but they look so freakin' awesome) and asked for a permanent appointment every two weeks. I colored my hair (have to for the gray, but I try to stick as close to my natural color as possible). But apparently I did not actually read the color on the box and am now "hot cinnamon red." But it's ok--I can be a sassy redhead for a while.
And I went to the upscale spa for a mani-pedi yesterday. The pedi cost more than twice what it would at the local walk-in place, but it was about 1,000 times more relaxing. I really don't like pedicures, but this one was actually pleasant and worth every cent.
I also tried the new gel-lacquer on my fingernails. It is for natural nails and is supposed to make your manicure last 2-3 weeks. I have great nails and haven't worn artificial nails in almost 15 years, but my manicures don't last more than 5 days and I suck at doing my own nails. I'm anxious to see how well this holds up.
1/23/10
Playing with the boys
As a female litigator I am frequently the only girl in the room. I am the only female attorney in my office except for a part-timer who generally stays hidden away and handles primarily transactional matters. Virtually all other attorneys and clients that I encounter are male. In fact, I don't believe that I have ever gone to a hearing or deposition where I faced a female opponent.
So it's always a bit of a challenge keeping up in with the guys' conversations. Lately the hot topic has been football and soon it will be baseball. I am not a huge sports fan, but I listen to sports radio in the mornings so that I can contribute something to the conversation, and I keep up with our local teams.
I went to lunch with several partners this week and the topic was movies. Guy movies. They spent a good 15 minutes quoting the Godfather (which I have never seen, because I don't watch violent movies) and then moved on to Star Wars (which I have seen because my husband is a huge Star Wars fan, but I do not recall the significance of Boba Fett's contribution and whether he was only popular because of his action figure).
So, ladies, how do you keep up with conversations in this male-dominated field? I'm sure they don't want to hear about how I am reading The Other Boleyn Girl (which is quite good, but is starting to drag it bit--I'm 3/4 through and just ready for Anne's head to roll), or how fantastic my new zen eyebrow threader is.
So it's always a bit of a challenge keeping up in with the guys' conversations. Lately the hot topic has been football and soon it will be baseball. I am not a huge sports fan, but I listen to sports radio in the mornings so that I can contribute something to the conversation, and I keep up with our local teams.
I went to lunch with several partners this week and the topic was movies. Guy movies. They spent a good 15 minutes quoting the Godfather (which I have never seen, because I don't watch violent movies) and then moved on to Star Wars (which I have seen because my husband is a huge Star Wars fan, but I do not recall the significance of Boba Fett's contribution and whether he was only popular because of his action figure).
So, ladies, how do you keep up with conversations in this male-dominated field? I'm sure they don't want to hear about how I am reading The Other Boleyn Girl (which is quite good, but is starting to drag it bit--I'm 3/4 through and just ready for Anne's head to roll), or how fantastic my new zen eyebrow threader is.
1/19/10
Drama in LC's hood
So for the past couple of weeks I have been hearing tales of the little boys down the street pushing, hitting and throwing things at my girls. (They've also ripped branches off my trees and broken my flower pots.) This information came from the girls, my nanny and the neighbor across the street who's son has witnessed Bratty Neighbors and who has attested to the brattiness of Bratty Neighbors.
Being disinclined to insert myself into a schoolyard scuffle, I told the girls to avoid the Bratty Neighbors and defend themselves if necessary.
By all accounts my girls were not the instigators, and honestly, it would be quite out of character for them to be aggressive--physically or verbally--with other kids.
Apparently today the mother of Bratty Neighbors came down to my house and got ugly with my nanny, and so it seemed the time for me to get involved.* DH and I walked down to neighbor's house where I informed her that any issues that she needed to address in the future should be addressed directly to me and that she should not have contact with my nanny. That was it. I didn't raise my voice and I didn't get ugly.
Then she went off. Making excuses, calling everybody involved a liar. And she would not STFU.
I am not the type to get into screaming matches with my neighbors, despite my white trash background. So I told her to keep her kids out of my yard or I would file a restraining order and press trespassing charges.
And then her husband called me a bitch. I hardly noticed, but DH, who had been standing by quietly by, got all riled up. Swoon! He's never had to defend my honor and I was quite impressed with his rapid response.
Anyway, I walked off, hoping DH would follow me before punches were thrown. Of course that just infuriated them more. Clearly these were people who couldn't be reasoned with. DH stayed behind for quite some time to try to deal with them.
I simply do not know how to deal with people like this. I could hear the woman going on and on from my house, three doors down and across the street. What do you do? Am I really going to take out a restraining order on an 8 year old? Hardly, even if he is pushing down my kids and tearing the branches off my trees. But his parents obviously don't give a damn what he does.
For now my kids are banished to their own backyard and are bummed that they can't ride bikes out front with their friends. I don't know what crazy lady is going to do next, but I don't want to feed her drama. And I'm sure as hell not going to let her take it out on my kids.
*A significant side note: About 4 years ago I called CPS on one of their kids. DH and I were putting raised flower beds in the front yard and were outside the entire weekend. The little boy--who looked to be about 2 (much younger than my twins) was outside the entire weekend. No parents ever checked on him, no older sibling. He was running back and forth the street (without looking) and had a disgusting green snotty note. So yeah, I reported them for neglect. And apparently they know that it was me, which does not make me any more popular with them. But they asked me tonight (our first conversation ever) and I owned it and said yes I did, because I'm licensed by the state I am a required reporter and a very young child running all over the neighborhood with no supervision looked like neglect.
Being disinclined to insert myself into a schoolyard scuffle, I told the girls to avoid the Bratty Neighbors and defend themselves if necessary.
By all accounts my girls were not the instigators, and honestly, it would be quite out of character for them to be aggressive--physically or verbally--with other kids.
Apparently today the mother of Bratty Neighbors came down to my house and got ugly with my nanny, and so it seemed the time for me to get involved.* DH and I walked down to neighbor's house where I informed her that any issues that she needed to address in the future should be addressed directly to me and that she should not have contact with my nanny. That was it. I didn't raise my voice and I didn't get ugly.
Then she went off. Making excuses, calling everybody involved a liar. And she would not STFU.
I am not the type to get into screaming matches with my neighbors, despite my white trash background. So I told her to keep her kids out of my yard or I would file a restraining order and press trespassing charges.
And then her husband called me a bitch. I hardly noticed, but DH, who had been standing by quietly by, got all riled up. Swoon! He's never had to defend my honor and I was quite impressed with his rapid response.
Anyway, I walked off, hoping DH would follow me before punches were thrown. Of course that just infuriated them more. Clearly these were people who couldn't be reasoned with. DH stayed behind for quite some time to try to deal with them.
I simply do not know how to deal with people like this. I could hear the woman going on and on from my house, three doors down and across the street. What do you do? Am I really going to take out a restraining order on an 8 year old? Hardly, even if he is pushing down my kids and tearing the branches off my trees. But his parents obviously don't give a damn what he does.
For now my kids are banished to their own backyard and are bummed that they can't ride bikes out front with their friends. I don't know what crazy lady is going to do next, but I don't want to feed her drama. And I'm sure as hell not going to let her take it out on my kids.
*A significant side note: About 4 years ago I called CPS on one of their kids. DH and I were putting raised flower beds in the front yard and were outside the entire weekend. The little boy--who looked to be about 2 (much younger than my twins) was outside the entire weekend. No parents ever checked on him, no older sibling. He was running back and forth the street (without looking) and had a disgusting green snotty note. So yeah, I reported them for neglect. And apparently they know that it was me, which does not make me any more popular with them. But they asked me tonight (our first conversation ever) and I owned it and said yes I did, because I'm licensed by the state I am a required reporter and a very young child running all over the neighborhood with no supervision looked like neglect.
1/14/10
FYI--Dead Bodies Do Not Belong on Facebook
Yesterday a picture of my nieces and nephews popped up on FB. Upon closer inspection they appeared to be standing in front of a casket. So I clicked on the album so see the image up close. The first picture in the album was a close-up of dead woman in a casket. The rest of the album pictured additional pictures of the deceased along with photos of various people hanging out around the casket.
WTF??? Personally, I think it is bizarre to take pictures of dead people in the first place, although I know it is not especially uncommon. But to post them on Facebook??? In what world is that appropriate? It just seems to be incredibly disrespectful to the deceased.
WTF??? Personally, I think it is bizarre to take pictures of dead people in the first place, although I know it is not especially uncommon. But to post them on Facebook??? In what world is that appropriate? It just seems to be incredibly disrespectful to the deceased.
1/12/10
No drama at LC's house--yea!
Nothing exciting happening here. Apparently nobody was too worried about my 8 year olds--ahem, 12 year olds--because nothing more has come of it.
Work is crazy busy. My new secretary starts Monday, which is great since I've been without a secretary for the last month. I have to convince whomever is available to help me--and of course there are always one or two who are perpetually "too busy." My former secretary and I have been getting along splendidly (no, that's not sarcasm) since she's been reassigned. Maybe she decided I wasn't so bad after finding out what else is out there. Her new attorney is very possessive.
I got to interview my new secretary. I've never had a say in my secretary before--and apparently associates don't generally get to interview their secretaries. But my firm seemed to think it was really important for me to be involved in the interview process so that it would be clear from the beginning that I would be her boss. I warned her that I am a control freak and demanding, but I don't think she believed me.
DH and I are fighting--that's always fun! Right now we're in ignore-each-other mode, which I guess is better than yell-at-each-other mode. I wish we'd just get to make-up-sex mode, but since nobody is apologizing, I guess we're not there yet.
Work is crazy busy. My new secretary starts Monday, which is great since I've been without a secretary for the last month. I have to convince whomever is available to help me--and of course there are always one or two who are perpetually "too busy." My former secretary and I have been getting along splendidly (no, that's not sarcasm) since she's been reassigned. Maybe she decided I wasn't so bad after finding out what else is out there. Her new attorney is very possessive.
I got to interview my new secretary. I've never had a say in my secretary before--and apparently associates don't generally get to interview their secretaries. But my firm seemed to think it was really important for me to be involved in the interview process so that it would be clear from the beginning that I would be her boss. I warned her that I am a control freak and demanding, but I don't think she believed me.
DH and I are fighting--that's always fun! Right now we're in ignore-each-other mode, which I guess is better than yell-at-each-other mode. I wish we'd just get to make-up-sex mode, but since nobody is apologizing, I guess we're not there yet.
1/6/10
Drama at LC's house
The kids are still out of school and the nanny called in sick on Monday, so I sent the twins to the local gymnastics place for the week (they have child care available during all school breaks and the kids love it.)
Last night DH picked them up, and once they got home realized that there was no food in the house for dinner. (I was working late.) The twins were pooped from playing all day, so he decided to leave them home while he and PS picked up burgers from a place literally 2 minutes from our house.
Yes, the twins are 8 years old. No, I do not know what possessed DH to think that it was ok to leave two 8-year olds home alone. He said they were really tired and he did not they would move from the couch during the 15 minutes he anticipated being gone. (I may or may not have yelled at him for his lapse in judgment.)
So, while the allegedly tired twins were home alone, they "accidentally" dialed 911. The 911 operator asked SS how old she was. SS says that she was afraid they would get taken away with us if she told the truth, so she told the 911 operator she was 12. The 911 operator asked who else was home, and SS said, "my twin." TT then got on the phone and confirmed to the 911 operator that they were 12.
Then a cop showed up at the house (protocol whenever there is a 911 call) to "make sure everything was ok." And the girls opened the door and let him in! (Yet another reason 8 year olds should not be left home alone!) Seconds later, DH returned and the cop confirmed everything was ok and left. The cop came in the front, DH came in the back, and we don't know whether the cop realized that DH actually wasn't home.
In addition to being furious with DH and the twins, I am concerned that the cop will file a CPS report. DH said the cop didn't seem concerned at all, but who knows what department policy is. CPS has 72-hours to investigate if there is not an immediate threat of harm, and that window has not passed yet.
My state has no law setting a minimum age at which a child can be left alone, but that doesn't mean CPS can't launch an investigation. Having worked in the DA's office and the child advocacy clinic, I've seen my share of CPS reports. They come into your home, evaluate the cleanliness, take pictures of the food in your your fridge and cabinets (a cabinet full of Froot Loops can and will be used against you in a court of law if you don't have any real fruit in your house), note child safety issues. interview your children, their teachers and your neighbors. NIGHTMARE!
I'm not really worried about the outcome, but the process scares the crap out of me.
The other thing that scares the crap out of me is that both of my twins lied to the 911 operator--instantly and without hesitation. And where the heck did they get the notion that they would be taken away if someone knew they were home alone? These girls are going to be trouble when they are teenagers.
Last night DH picked them up, and once they got home realized that there was no food in the house for dinner. (I was working late.) The twins were pooped from playing all day, so he decided to leave them home while he and PS picked up burgers from a place literally 2 minutes from our house.
Yes, the twins are 8 years old. No, I do not know what possessed DH to think that it was ok to leave two 8-year olds home alone. He said they were really tired and he did not they would move from the couch during the 15 minutes he anticipated being gone. (I may or may not have yelled at him for his lapse in judgment.)
So, while the allegedly tired twins were home alone, they "accidentally" dialed 911. The 911 operator asked SS how old she was. SS says that she was afraid they would get taken away with us if she told the truth, so she told the 911 operator she was 12. The 911 operator asked who else was home, and SS said, "my twin." TT then got on the phone and confirmed to the 911 operator that they were 12.
Then a cop showed up at the house (protocol whenever there is a 911 call) to "make sure everything was ok." And the girls opened the door and let him in! (Yet another reason 8 year olds should not be left home alone!) Seconds later, DH returned and the cop confirmed everything was ok and left. The cop came in the front, DH came in the back, and we don't know whether the cop realized that DH actually wasn't home.
In addition to being furious with DH and the twins, I am concerned that the cop will file a CPS report. DH said the cop didn't seem concerned at all, but who knows what department policy is. CPS has 72-hours to investigate if there is not an immediate threat of harm, and that window has not passed yet.
My state has no law setting a minimum age at which a child can be left alone, but that doesn't mean CPS can't launch an investigation. Having worked in the DA's office and the child advocacy clinic, I've seen my share of CPS reports. They come into your home, evaluate the cleanliness, take pictures of the food in your your fridge and cabinets (a cabinet full of Froot Loops can and will be used against you in a court of law if you don't have any real fruit in your house), note child safety issues. interview your children, their teachers and your neighbors. NIGHTMARE!
I'm not really worried about the outcome, but the process scares the crap out of me.
The other thing that scares the crap out of me is that both of my twins lied to the 911 operator--instantly and without hesitation. And where the heck did they get the notion that they would be taken away if someone knew they were home alone? These girls are going to be trouble when they are teenagers.
Another entry for my baby lawyer book
Today I brought in my first client! On a $2 million case! Plus some general counsel-type work. Woot!
1/2/10
The need to be needed
I have always felt that I had a stronger bond with oldest DD. Like she is truly a piece of me. She looks like me, she acts like me. The twins don't look like me at all. And they have distinctive personalities, that don't really reflect me in the way that PS does.
I'm sure it's partly because PS is the oldest and was an only child for almost 3 years. When she was born we had just moved to a new town, and I was a SAHM who didn't really know anybody. For the most of the day, it was just PS and me.
And then came her sisters after an unbelievably difficult pregnancy. Newborn twins were no cakewalk, either. I felt like a milking machine, and I don't think I had four hours of consecutive sleep for a full 6 months. I have always felt a little cheated out of their newborn months because I was so busy juggling two infants and a three-year old to enjoy the sweetness of my babies.
But the other side of the coin is that neither of the twins has ever needed me in the way that PS did. Because they always had each other. Generally, the most important person in a young child's life is her mom. But not with twins--because their twin will always be the person that they have the strongest bond with. My biggest fear is that something will happen to one of my twins--because not only would I have to endure the tragedy of losing a child, but I would have to live with watching my child lose her other half. (I went to school with a pair of inseparable identical twins, and one of them was killed in a car accident. It was heartbreaking to watch her sister try to cope.) My twins hated being separated when they were younger and have always been the best of friends. They never had separation anxiety from me when they were toddlers--they were perfectly content to be left with any stranger, as long as they were together.
Anyway, this weekend TT and I are home together while the rest of the family is in Hometown. I was hoping that it would be a great, rare opportunity for one-on-one time. But once again, TT doesn't need me--she needs her sister. She has asked over and over to call or text her. I tried to take her to the movies, but she doesn't want to go without her sister. We finally agreed to rent a movie, but she was still concerned about getting something that SS wants to see. She has just seemed so sad and lonely all day, despite my multiple offers to entertain her. (Of course, it doesn't help that her sisters are getting to play with their cousins and are opening presents!)
I'll admit that my feelings are a little bit hurt. I was really hoping for a mommy-daughter day, and it just didn't turn out that way. Tomorrow the rest of the family returns and it will be chaos once again. I just hope that TT doesn't grow up thinking that I never spent time with her.
I'm sure it's partly because PS is the oldest and was an only child for almost 3 years. When she was born we had just moved to a new town, and I was a SAHM who didn't really know anybody. For the most of the day, it was just PS and me.
And then came her sisters after an unbelievably difficult pregnancy. Newborn twins were no cakewalk, either. I felt like a milking machine, and I don't think I had four hours of consecutive sleep for a full 6 months. I have always felt a little cheated out of their newborn months because I was so busy juggling two infants and a three-year old to enjoy the sweetness of my babies.
But the other side of the coin is that neither of the twins has ever needed me in the way that PS did. Because they always had each other. Generally, the most important person in a young child's life is her mom. But not with twins--because their twin will always be the person that they have the strongest bond with. My biggest fear is that something will happen to one of my twins--because not only would I have to endure the tragedy of losing a child, but I would have to live with watching my child lose her other half. (I went to school with a pair of inseparable identical twins, and one of them was killed in a car accident. It was heartbreaking to watch her sister try to cope.) My twins hated being separated when they were younger and have always been the best of friends. They never had separation anxiety from me when they were toddlers--they were perfectly content to be left with any stranger, as long as they were together.
Anyway, this weekend TT and I are home together while the rest of the family is in Hometown. I was hoping that it would be a great, rare opportunity for one-on-one time. But once again, TT doesn't need me--she needs her sister. She has asked over and over to call or text her. I tried to take her to the movies, but she doesn't want to go without her sister. We finally agreed to rent a movie, but she was still concerned about getting something that SS wants to see. She has just seemed so sad and lonely all day, despite my multiple offers to entertain her. (Of course, it doesn't help that her sisters are getting to play with their cousins and are opening presents!)
I'll admit that my feelings are a little bit hurt. I was really hoping for a mommy-daughter day, and it just didn't turn out that way. Tomorrow the rest of the family returns and it will be chaos once again. I just hope that TT doesn't grow up thinking that I never spent time with her.
1/1/10
Whoa Nelly...
We were all supposed to be heading to hometown today for our belated Christmas celebration. Bob was boarded, suitcases were packed. But at 7:00 this morning SS woke us up to inform us that her twin was throwing up. So TT and I are home while the rest of our family is in hometown (and the twins are texting each other using our phones, which I think is totally cute!).
So after learning that I did not make it to town, my grandmother called to tell me that for the kids' Christmas this year they are giving them nice contributions to their college accounts. Woot! My kids have way to much junk and I am thrilled to make a start on their college funds.
That's right--I said a start. It's true, I don't have college funds started. (They do have savings accounts where I put their birthday money, but they aren't designated as college funds.) Mostly because our goal so far has been to pay for my education, and we are just now (admittedly belatedly) hitting the point where we are in a financial position to contribute to their college funds.
I have been thinking about this issue lately--but hadn't looked seriously into it. Until today. I just plugged some numbers into a college-savings calculator and apparently I need to save $58,000/year if I want to send all three of my girls to 4-year private colleges! Nearly $700,000 total. Holy crapola! That doesn't even contemplate grad school. Clearly their college will not be paid in full by the time they enroll.
But all is not lost. We should be able to make a decent contribution over the next 6-9 years. Our income will continue to grow. One or more of them may choose public school--TT is already convinced that she wants to go to a nationally ranked public school just 3 hours from home (the perfect distance for a little independence while still being close to mom!). And we can finance part of their educations when the time comes, if necessary. We are young enough that we won't exactly be heading into retirement when the girls go off to school, so taking out some loans is not too worrisome. And maybe they'll even get some scholarships.
Neither my parents nor DH's contributed anything to our college educations. We both feel like we missed out on the whole college experience because we worked full time the entire time we were in school. And graduating with loads of student loans was more than a little overwhelming. I don't want my kids to be in the same situation. So I guess my New Year's resolution is to start saving for college.
So after learning that I did not make it to town, my grandmother called to tell me that for the kids' Christmas this year they are giving them nice contributions to their college accounts. Woot! My kids have way to much junk and I am thrilled to make a start on their college funds.
That's right--I said a start. It's true, I don't have college funds started. (They do have savings accounts where I put their birthday money, but they aren't designated as college funds.) Mostly because our goal so far has been to pay for my education, and we are just now (admittedly belatedly) hitting the point where we are in a financial position to contribute to their college funds.
I have been thinking about this issue lately--but hadn't looked seriously into it. Until today. I just plugged some numbers into a college-savings calculator and apparently I need to save $58,000/year if I want to send all three of my girls to 4-year private colleges! Nearly $700,000 total. Holy crapola! That doesn't even contemplate grad school. Clearly their college will not be paid in full by the time they enroll.
But all is not lost. We should be able to make a decent contribution over the next 6-9 years. Our income will continue to grow. One or more of them may choose public school--TT is already convinced that she wants to go to a nationally ranked public school just 3 hours from home (the perfect distance for a little independence while still being close to mom!). And we can finance part of their educations when the time comes, if necessary. We are young enough that we won't exactly be heading into retirement when the girls go off to school, so taking out some loans is not too worrisome. And maybe they'll even get some scholarships.
Neither my parents nor DH's contributed anything to our college educations. We both feel like we missed out on the whole college experience because we worked full time the entire time we were in school. And graduating with loads of student loans was more than a little overwhelming. I don't want my kids to be in the same situation. So I guess my New Year's resolution is to start saving for college.
12/31/09
Adios, 2009!
I distinctly remember where I was at the end of the last decade. We were spending the holidays in hometown and staying with the in-laws. And then both DH and PS got the flu. PS was 15 months old at the time and the sickest she had ever been. For that matter, DH was the sickest I had ever seen him. I think I spent the whole night taking care of the two of them.
Of course, there have been big changes in the last decade. We've added two more kids to our family, bought a house, I've gone from a SAHM to a lawyer, DH got his Master's, and our combined income has increased five-fold.
The last year has had plenty of changes too--and not all good. We learned that MIL's cancer had returned and that it is inoperable and incurable and that the new year will be her last.
I learned how harsh the legal field can be when I tired working 200+ hours/month for laughable wages and started looking for another job, only to have an offer fall through after my manipulative asshole former-boss refused to waive a conflict. But I refused to fall prey to his manipulation and quit my job in the middle of the worst economic downturn in my lifetime. I spent the summer questioning my sanity before ending up at a firm that offered a far better work environment and better pay. I am no longer the stepchild hidden in the closet, doing all the work and getting no credit. I speak directly with clients, make decisions about the direction of my cases, sign the pleadings I draft, and have bosses who actually consider and respect my opinion. Just this morning I took a document to my boss and he said, "I don't think you should do X, instead you should do Y." I said, "Well, I considered doing Y," and I explained why I did X instead. Big Boss said, "You're right, send it like it is." Evil former boss would never have given me the opportunity to explain my reasoning.
Oh, and I finally got to take my kids to Disney World--a trip I have been trying to take for at least 2 years.
I don't know what to expect in 2010. We know there will be sadness ahead. Hopefully less professional upheaval.
I really don't know what to expect over the next decade. We will surely lose more family members--my grandparents are now in their 80s. My children will all graduate high school and DH and I will be headed into our empty-nester years--and almost 25 years of marriage (it was 14 yesterday!). I will hopefully make significant professional accomplishments, travel, pay off my student loans (ok, that could be a pipe dream!)
I am generally happy with my life right now. I have good kids, I have a good husband, I have a good job, finances are decent and stand to get better. There's not much more I could ask for.
Of course, there have been big changes in the last decade. We've added two more kids to our family, bought a house, I've gone from a SAHM to a lawyer, DH got his Master's, and our combined income has increased five-fold.
The last year has had plenty of changes too--and not all good. We learned that MIL's cancer had returned and that it is inoperable and incurable and that the new year will be her last.
I learned how harsh the legal field can be when I tired working 200+ hours/month for laughable wages and started looking for another job, only to have an offer fall through after my manipulative asshole former-boss refused to waive a conflict. But I refused to fall prey to his manipulation and quit my job in the middle of the worst economic downturn in my lifetime. I spent the summer questioning my sanity before ending up at a firm that offered a far better work environment and better pay. I am no longer the stepchild hidden in the closet, doing all the work and getting no credit. I speak directly with clients, make decisions about the direction of my cases, sign the pleadings I draft, and have bosses who actually consider and respect my opinion. Just this morning I took a document to my boss and he said, "I don't think you should do X, instead you should do Y." I said, "Well, I considered doing Y," and I explained why I did X instead. Big Boss said, "You're right, send it like it is." Evil former boss would never have given me the opportunity to explain my reasoning.
Oh, and I finally got to take my kids to Disney World--a trip I have been trying to take for at least 2 years.
I don't know what to expect in 2010. We know there will be sadness ahead. Hopefully less professional upheaval.
I really don't know what to expect over the next decade. We will surely lose more family members--my grandparents are now in their 80s. My children will all graduate high school and DH and I will be headed into our empty-nester years--and almost 25 years of marriage (it was 14 yesterday!). I will hopefully make significant professional accomplishments, travel, pay off my student loans (ok, that could be a pipe dream!)
I am generally happy with my life right now. I have good kids, I have a good husband, I have a good job, finances are decent and stand to get better. There's not much more I could ask for.
12/29/09
End of the Year Business
My phone rang off the wall today as I worked to settle two of my cases before the end of the year. One was messy and would not have been fun to try. The other was the first case I was given at my new firm and has been a thorn in my side ever since. I'm happy that it settled but a tiny bit bummed that I don't get to go to trial--the setting was in just three weeks.
It was also the first case that I have ever had to be a real hard-ass on. The other side completely dropped the ball and blew their discovery deadlines (and every other deadline in the case) and refused to respond to any communications from me. I had a motion to compel hearing set a week ago, but delayed it after they agreed to answer my discovery by the 28th. (Didn't really have a choice. The judge would have poured me out if I had gone to the hearing with an agreement to produce discovery--and he certainly wouldn't have compelled them to produce earlier than the date to which they agreed.)
So the earliest new hearing date I could get was Jan 7th. Dec. 28th came and went, and once, again no discovery--with an enforceable written agreement that I had filed with the court! But again, there was not much I could do--I already had the earliest hearing date possible.
Still I maintained my hardass position that we would absolutely be ready to try this case in 3 weeks, that the other side lost its opportunity to obtain discovery from us, that they waived all objections to our discovery requests by failing to timely respond, and that they had neglected to appoint experts or challenge our experts. Good luck explaining that complete and utter failure to the court when you ask for a continuance. I've never seen an attorney completely ignore deadlines without so much as a phone call with an excuse. (And around here at least one extension is routinely given if asked for.)
I guess they finally believed me because I got an offer today, and after a bit of haggling, I had a favorable settlement for my clients. Yea! Now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that the check actually shows up as promised.
It was also the first case that I have ever had to be a real hard-ass on. The other side completely dropped the ball and blew their discovery deadlines (and every other deadline in the case) and refused to respond to any communications from me. I had a motion to compel hearing set a week ago, but delayed it after they agreed to answer my discovery by the 28th. (Didn't really have a choice. The judge would have poured me out if I had gone to the hearing with an agreement to produce discovery--and he certainly wouldn't have compelled them to produce earlier than the date to which they agreed.)
So the earliest new hearing date I could get was Jan 7th. Dec. 28th came and went, and once, again no discovery--with an enforceable written agreement that I had filed with the court! But again, there was not much I could do--I already had the earliest hearing date possible.
Still I maintained my hardass position that we would absolutely be ready to try this case in 3 weeks, that the other side lost its opportunity to obtain discovery from us, that they waived all objections to our discovery requests by failing to timely respond, and that they had neglected to appoint experts or challenge our experts. Good luck explaining that complete and utter failure to the court when you ask for a continuance. I've never seen an attorney completely ignore deadlines without so much as a phone call with an excuse. (And around here at least one extension is routinely given if asked for.)
I guess they finally believed me because I got an offer today, and after a bit of haggling, I had a favorable settlement for my clients. Yea! Now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that the check actually shows up as promised.
12/28/09
The good, the bad and the mediocre
So we're back from our Disney vacation, and I have to say that overall, it was fantastic.
We did the full-on Disney package. We stayed on property at the Port Orleans resort and did the dining plan, which meant all of our meals were prepaid.
The Good
The twins were the perfect age, big enough to ride everything and walk the parks, but still young enough to really enjoy wearing mouse ears and meeting the characters. I loved seeing the pure joy in their faces throughout our trip. PS enjoyed it too, but she eschewed the mouse ears in favor of a Jack Skellington fedora and she had to be threatened into posing for a pic with Tigger. At 11 she's just too cool for Pooh.
Before our trip I bought two trip-planning programs, Tour Guide Mike and RideMax, to help plan where to go and when. I used the two together and they worked out great. We were at Disney World during the busiest time of year, and we never stood in line more than 15 minutes and got to do everything that we wanted. DH made fun of my excessive planning, but it really allowed us to get the most out of our trip.
One afternoon the girls did The Pirates League, where they were made over into pirates. I had a 50% discount because we were staying on property, and it was well worth the cost. The experience was great, the girls loved being pirates, and they got to take home lots of booty and photos of their pirate-selves. The icing on the cake: later that afternoon TT was chosen to participate in Jack Sparrow's pirate tutorial!
The best part--the kids rode everything! Going in DH and I were worried because we are roller coaster fanatics and the kids have historically been wussies. TT loved all of the big rides except Tower of Terror. (Actually, all of the kids hated Tower of Terror, which was a bummer since it is my fave.) I, however, am getting old and did not love Mission Space or Rockin' Rollercoaster :( But overall we had a great time on the rides.
The Bad
The crowds were large, but the worst was the lack of civility. I twice had to go mama bear after adults shoved their way in front of my children during a parade and fireworks viewing. The entire time there was a huge amount of pushing and shoving--we even saw a screaming lady drop the f-bomb after she was called out for line-jumping at Dumbo.
I think mannerless mindset is partly cultural and partly due to people spending so much money on a Disney vacation that they feel they deserve to be the first and have the best of everything.
Oh, and I may have been not-so-sweet to my neighbors after they came stomping into their hotel room like a herd of elephants at 1:00 a.m. and continued to maintain a full volume conversation for the next 30 minutes while their child screamed with laughter at an insane volume (not an infant--I would have been more understanding of a child too young to know better.) Believe me, you do not want to meet me wild-haired and bleary-eyed in the middle of the night. I am not a nice person.
The mediocre
The food. Disney food was chain-restaurant average all the way around. I think Disney is afraid of flavor. We didn't have any great meals, although the breakfast with Cinderella was better than anything else we ate in the parks and worth the ridiculous cost to visit the inside of the castle and have guaranteed face time with all of the princesses. We also enjoyed Teppan Edo, a hibachi place. Our cook was far more entertaining than the ones at home usually are, but the food was bland and fried rice was not an option (hibachi fried rice is the best!)
The dining plan was not really a cost-saver. We were given much more food than we would normally eat (like dessert with every meal--we rarely have dessert), which makes like the dining plan is a better deal than it really is. But we probably broke even with what we would have spent, and it was nice to have our meals take care of and not to have to budget for food.
And our room was Holiday Inn average--certainly not in keeping with the cost. But it was clean and adequate and convenient to be on property. Also, we had little choice in which property we stayed at because we are a family of five and most of the Disney hotels cater to families of four. An upgrade to a suite in a deluxe hotel would have substantially increased the cost of our trip, and the suites in the lower-priced hotels consist of multiple fold-out beds. I am not paying well over $200/night to sleep on a fold out chair.
The internal bus system worked well, although our hotel was quite distant from some of the parks.
I think that if we ever go back we'll rent a condo, but it was nice for the kids to have the full experience on their first visit. I don't see us returning for a few years because there are so many other great places I want to visit (and honestly, we could have gone to Europe for what this trip cost!), but I am so glad that we went when we did.
We did the full-on Disney package. We stayed on property at the Port Orleans resort and did the dining plan, which meant all of our meals were prepaid.
The Good
The twins were the perfect age, big enough to ride everything and walk the parks, but still young enough to really enjoy wearing mouse ears and meeting the characters. I loved seeing the pure joy in their faces throughout our trip. PS enjoyed it too, but she eschewed the mouse ears in favor of a Jack Skellington fedora and she had to be threatened into posing for a pic with Tigger. At 11 she's just too cool for Pooh.
Before our trip I bought two trip-planning programs, Tour Guide Mike and RideMax, to help plan where to go and when. I used the two together and they worked out great. We were at Disney World during the busiest time of year, and we never stood in line more than 15 minutes and got to do everything that we wanted. DH made fun of my excessive planning, but it really allowed us to get the most out of our trip.
One afternoon the girls did The Pirates League, where they were made over into pirates. I had a 50% discount because we were staying on property, and it was well worth the cost. The experience was great, the girls loved being pirates, and they got to take home lots of booty and photos of their pirate-selves. The icing on the cake: later that afternoon TT was chosen to participate in Jack Sparrow's pirate tutorial!
The best part--the kids rode everything! Going in DH and I were worried because we are roller coaster fanatics and the kids have historically been wussies. TT loved all of the big rides except Tower of Terror. (Actually, all of the kids hated Tower of Terror, which was a bummer since it is my fave.) I, however, am getting old and did not love Mission Space or Rockin' Rollercoaster :( But overall we had a great time on the rides.
The Bad
The crowds were large, but the worst was the lack of civility. I twice had to go mama bear after adults shoved their way in front of my children during a parade and fireworks viewing. The entire time there was a huge amount of pushing and shoving--we even saw a screaming lady drop the f-bomb after she was called out for line-jumping at Dumbo.
I think mannerless mindset is partly cultural and partly due to people spending so much money on a Disney vacation that they feel they deserve to be the first and have the best of everything.
Oh, and I may have been not-so-sweet to my neighbors after they came stomping into their hotel room like a herd of elephants at 1:00 a.m. and continued to maintain a full volume conversation for the next 30 minutes while their child screamed with laughter at an insane volume (not an infant--I would have been more understanding of a child too young to know better.) Believe me, you do not want to meet me wild-haired and bleary-eyed in the middle of the night. I am not a nice person.
The mediocre
The food. Disney food was chain-restaurant average all the way around. I think Disney is afraid of flavor. We didn't have any great meals, although the breakfast with Cinderella was better than anything else we ate in the parks and worth the ridiculous cost to visit the inside of the castle and have guaranteed face time with all of the princesses. We also enjoyed Teppan Edo, a hibachi place. Our cook was far more entertaining than the ones at home usually are, but the food was bland and fried rice was not an option (hibachi fried rice is the best!)
The dining plan was not really a cost-saver. We were given much more food than we would normally eat (like dessert with every meal--we rarely have dessert), which makes like the dining plan is a better deal than it really is. But we probably broke even with what we would have spent, and it was nice to have our meals take care of and not to have to budget for food.
And our room was Holiday Inn average--certainly not in keeping with the cost. But it was clean and adequate and convenient to be on property. Also, we had little choice in which property we stayed at because we are a family of five and most of the Disney hotels cater to families of four. An upgrade to a suite in a deluxe hotel would have substantially increased the cost of our trip, and the suites in the lower-priced hotels consist of multiple fold-out beds. I am not paying well over $200/night to sleep on a fold out chair.
The internal bus system worked well, although our hotel was quite distant from some of the parks.
I think that if we ever go back we'll rent a condo, but it was nice for the kids to have the full experience on their first visit. I don't see us returning for a few years because there are so many other great places I want to visit (and honestly, we could have gone to Europe for what this trip cost!), but I am so glad that we went when we did.
12/19/09
We're on our way
The last week has been insane with wrapping up all of my work projects and packing for our trip. And then there was a sick kid thrown into the mix. My poor nanny worked 13 hours on Thursday because sick kid was home from school, DH had already left town to visit his mom before her surgery, and I had a way-too-long day at work. Fortunately, I think she appreciated the larger -than-normal paycheck just before Christmas.
MIL's docs decided at the last minute that she couldn't tolerate the major surgery they originally intended to perform yesterday. Instead, they performed a less invasive surgery and MIL can finally go home on Sunday--they have been at the cancer center since before Thanksgiving! Hopefully she will be strong enough for a second surgery in mid-January.
DH and I feel much more comfortable taking our trip since MIL had the lesser surgery and will be in her own home for Christmas. Also, DH and his three sibs (including a 37-week pregnant sister) got to visit with his mom before her surgery and I think they all appreciated having the core family there without the chaos that the rest of us bring (their original family of 6 has expanded to 19--20 next week!)
So we started our Disney journey this morning, drove all day and are now in a hotel 4 hours away. We should be at the Mouse House by tomorrow afternoon! The drive wasn't even too bad. I think I appreciated the monotony after an excessively chaotic week.
MIL's docs decided at the last minute that she couldn't tolerate the major surgery they originally intended to perform yesterday. Instead, they performed a less invasive surgery and MIL can finally go home on Sunday--they have been at the cancer center since before Thanksgiving! Hopefully she will be strong enough for a second surgery in mid-January.
DH and I feel much more comfortable taking our trip since MIL had the lesser surgery and will be in her own home for Christmas. Also, DH and his three sibs (including a 37-week pregnant sister) got to visit with his mom before her surgery and I think they all appreciated having the core family there without the chaos that the rest of us bring (their original family of 6 has expanded to 19--20 next week!)
So we started our Disney journey this morning, drove all day and are now in a hotel 4 hours away. We should be at the Mouse House by tomorrow afternoon! The drive wasn't even too bad. I think I appreciated the monotony after an excessively chaotic week.
12/12/09
I may be the most hated lawyer in the state by New Year's
I filed four petitions this week and they all require answers by January 4th--the Monday after the holidays. I would never have intentionally filed something so that a response would require another lawyer to toil over a holiday. I had an answer due the Monday after Thanksgiving and I was silently cursing the lawyer who filed that suit when I was still at the office at 8:30 the Wednesday before t-day efiling my answer and removal to federal court. So I am feeling a little guilty about my poor timing.
Two of the filings couldn't be avoided. One was a limitations issue and the other was a race to the courthouse after pre-suit settlement negotiations went south quickly. The other two had been sitting on my desk for a couple of weeks and could have been filed a week earlier or a week late had I realized the response date before filing. (Which isn't entirely possible anyway, since the answer date is based on service, not filing.)
The good news is these suits are all in state court where a general denial will suffice and amendments are allowed--so a basic answer could be generated in about 10 minutes.
Two of the filings couldn't be avoided. One was a limitations issue and the other was a race to the courthouse after pre-suit settlement negotiations went south quickly. The other two had been sitting on my desk for a couple of weeks and could have been filed a week earlier or a week late had I realized the response date before filing. (Which isn't entirely possible anyway, since the answer date is based on service, not filing.)
The good news is these suits are all in state court where a general denial will suffice and amendments are allowed--so a basic answer could be generated in about 10 minutes.
12/11/09
Holiday Chaos
We planned many months ago to take the kids to Disney for Christmas. The trip has been booked for months and paid for weeks ago. I chose that week, in part, because it is the easiest time for me to get away from work. But now it is apparent that this is really not the best time to be taking a cross-country trip.
MIL has been stuck in cancer-center town since before Thanksgiving, and we have learned since then that we likely have only a few months left with her. So we have been struggling for the last few weeks with whether to cancel our trip. We decided to proceed as scheduled because 1) we are never in hometown for Christmas, always the weekend after, so we are not really breaking tradition by not being with family on Christmas Day itself. In our view, it doesn't matter the exact day as long as the whole family is together;2) the kids know about this trip and are counting on it; and 3) DH's sister is having a planned c-section on December 28. So by going to hometown after Christmas, we can see the new baby and MIL can truly have the whole family together.
Still, it was a difficult decision to come to and we are feeling a little judged by the people around us.
And the situation has gotten more sticky in the last few days. MIL will be having surgery next Friday--the day before we are scheduled to leave. She'll be hospitalized for the week following, so she will not be able to return to hometown by Christmas. Hopefully she can return home by New Year's.
So the current plan is for DH to drive to cancer-center town on Thursday so that he can visit with his mom before the surgery, and sit with his dad during. I'll head down with the girls Friday night after work. We'll all head out on our trip Saturday morning, and FIL will have the use of DH's car while we are gone. On the way back home the following weekend, DH and the girls can spend another night there while I head back to town for work on Monday. And then for New Year's we'll head where ever MIL is.
So is it totally selfish to still take this trip? I don't know. I don't think that we would spend the week in cancer-center town if we weren't going to Disney. And DH's other, not pregnant sister and her family will drive down Christmas weekend to be with the inlaws. Regardless, the whole family couldn't be together, because he pregnant sister certainly can't travel that far from home. And if all goes well, the whole family will be together the next weekend.
In the meantime, I have to get us completely packed THIS weekend. And we have volunteered to work a huge event Sunday morning. And I don't know when we will have our small family's Christmas. Most of the gifts I have bought the girls revolve around this trip. We were planning to open gifts the night before we left, but now DH won't be here. And I will have to load the car by myself. after I get home Thursday night so that we can leave the second I get home on Friday night. And I have a hearing on Friday, and I know that I am likely to work late, wrapping up all the loose ends that must be taken care of before I am out for a week.
So I am feeling guilty and stressed and grinchy. Both DH and I have been very blessed up to this point and have never had to deal with a long, horrible, painful ending to the life of someone we love. The whole situation has us dazed and in a funk and wondering if we are handling things the way we are supposed to be.
MIL has been stuck in cancer-center town since before Thanksgiving, and we have learned since then that we likely have only a few months left with her. So we have been struggling for the last few weeks with whether to cancel our trip. We decided to proceed as scheduled because 1) we are never in hometown for Christmas, always the weekend after, so we are not really breaking tradition by not being with family on Christmas Day itself. In our view, it doesn't matter the exact day as long as the whole family is together;2) the kids know about this trip and are counting on it; and 3) DH's sister is having a planned c-section on December 28. So by going to hometown after Christmas, we can see the new baby and MIL can truly have the whole family together.
Still, it was a difficult decision to come to and we are feeling a little judged by the people around us.
And the situation has gotten more sticky in the last few days. MIL will be having surgery next Friday--the day before we are scheduled to leave. She'll be hospitalized for the week following, so she will not be able to return to hometown by Christmas. Hopefully she can return home by New Year's.
So the current plan is for DH to drive to cancer-center town on Thursday so that he can visit with his mom before the surgery, and sit with his dad during. I'll head down with the girls Friday night after work. We'll all head out on our trip Saturday morning, and FIL will have the use of DH's car while we are gone. On the way back home the following weekend, DH and the girls can spend another night there while I head back to town for work on Monday. And then for New Year's we'll head where ever MIL is.
So is it totally selfish to still take this trip? I don't know. I don't think that we would spend the week in cancer-center town if we weren't going to Disney. And DH's other, not pregnant sister and her family will drive down Christmas weekend to be with the inlaws. Regardless, the whole family couldn't be together, because he pregnant sister certainly can't travel that far from home. And if all goes well, the whole family will be together the next weekend.
In the meantime, I have to get us completely packed THIS weekend. And we have volunteered to work a huge event Sunday morning. And I don't know when we will have our small family's Christmas. Most of the gifts I have bought the girls revolve around this trip. We were planning to open gifts the night before we left, but now DH won't be here. And I will have to load the car by myself. after I get home Thursday night so that we can leave the second I get home on Friday night. And I have a hearing on Friday, and I know that I am likely to work late, wrapping up all the loose ends that must be taken care of before I am out for a week.
So I am feeling guilty and stressed and grinchy. Both DH and I have been very blessed up to this point and have never had to deal with a long, horrible, painful ending to the life of someone we love. The whole situation has us dazed and in a funk and wondering if we are handling things the way we are supposed to be.
12/9/09
Happy Dance--The Third
Had my performance review today. Got a glowing review, they love me, have no complaints. :) And I got a raise and a bonus.
This has been a good week.
This has been a good week.
12/8/09
Happy Dance--Part 2
So my work computer died today. Kaput. Wouldn't boot at all.
Which sounds like a bad thing, except they have already replaced with with a brand new imac with a 27" monitor and wireless keyboard and wheel-less scroll mouse. Yeah, it's pretty awesome.
I heart my new humongous monitor. Just in time, too, since I billed 11.5 hours today and the rest of the week (or year) isn't looking much better. Maybe it will prevent me from going blind before I'm 40.
Which sounds like a bad thing, except they have already replaced with with a brand new imac with a 27" monitor and wireless keyboard and wheel-less scroll mouse. Yeah, it's pretty awesome.
I heart my new humongous monitor. Just in time, too, since I billed 11.5 hours today and the rest of the week (or year) isn't looking much better. Maybe it will prevent me from going blind before I'm 40.
12/7/09
Doing the happy dance!
I'm getting a new secretary--woot! Another secretary put in her notice, so they are reassigning my secretary and I will get the new hire. Which also means that I will get to participate in the interviews for the new hire. Yea!
I don't think it's possible to have such a poor match again, but I it will be great to have some say in who I will be working with.
I don't think it's possible to have such a poor match again, but I it will be great to have some say in who I will be working with.
12/6/09
Allowing your kids to fail
I pushed PS into trying out for all-city orchestra. She has been playing the violin for about a year and a half now. She isn't really enjoying it, but I told her that she must at least finish out the year. She doesn't practice unless I nag her, but I thought that part of the problem is that there was no real goal to work toward because her school doesn't have chair tests. (Apparently there is a problem with attrition in orchestra--so they don't chair test so that the poor performers don't drop out. That is a whole separate issue that I won't get started on right now.)
Anyway, when I saw the note about all-city orchestra auditions, I pushed PS to do it, hoping that having a goal to work toward would compel her to put more effort into the violin and actually practice. She has had weekly private lessons and group tutorials with her orchestra teacher in the weeks leading up to the audition. I worked with her once early on and again last week. (And was reminded why I could never home school. Our session went something like this. Me: "That was supposed to be an F sharp. It was an F sharp yesterday, and an F sharp this morning, and guess what, it's still an F sharp! PS: I did play an F sharp! ME: Uh, no you didn't. Here is what it is supposed to sound like [play on flute]. Do you hear the difference? PS: It only sounds different because you are playing the flute and I am playing the violin. ME: No, it sounds different because I am playing the right notes and you are not, which should not be the case because I haven't played the flute in 15 years, and you have supposedly been practicing this music for the last month.)
Soooo, I knew that since she was still missing notes that she was not prepared for this audition. But I had no idea what her competition would sound like and I still thought it would be a good learning experience.
And then we arrived for her audition. We immediately learned that 1) all the kids would be auditioning in the same room in front of one another, and 2) she got first draw. My heart sank--neither was good news. I did many, many auditions as a kid, and the only one in front of everybody was state (which I blew because I crumbled under the pressure of auditioning in front of everyone else.)
So she had two strikes against her going in (besides her failure to practice). And then I heard the other kids in the practice room. They were good. Really good. Much better than PS.
I was just sick. I felt so badly for pushing her into this, and now realized that I had set her up for public humiliation since she would have to audition in front of everybody. Of course, I hid all of this from her and tried to remain upbeat.
Afterward she said that she thought she did ok, and that there were lots of kids worse than her. She didn't make the orchestra, but didn't seem overly distraught--and for that I am thankful.
I don't want to be the parent who tries to force my kid to fit the profile I select. Music was my thing, and as much as I had hoped it would be PS's thing, it just isn't. I won't pressure her to do another audition, and I won't make her continue with the violin after this year. She's been at it for two years now, and it is clearly not something that she enjoys enough to put her best effort into. So we'll keep looking for what will be the thing that she loves enough to be really good at. Because, as I told her Saturday after her audition, she may not have made the all-city orchestra, but I know that she is destined to do great things.
Anyway, when I saw the note about all-city orchestra auditions, I pushed PS to do it, hoping that having a goal to work toward would compel her to put more effort into the violin and actually practice. She has had weekly private lessons and group tutorials with her orchestra teacher in the weeks leading up to the audition. I worked with her once early on and again last week. (And was reminded why I could never home school. Our session went something like this. Me: "That was supposed to be an F sharp. It was an F sharp yesterday, and an F sharp this morning, and guess what, it's still an F sharp! PS: I did play an F sharp! ME: Uh, no you didn't. Here is what it is supposed to sound like [play on flute]. Do you hear the difference? PS: It only sounds different because you are playing the flute and I am playing the violin. ME: No, it sounds different because I am playing the right notes and you are not, which should not be the case because I haven't played the flute in 15 years, and you have supposedly been practicing this music for the last month.)
Soooo, I knew that since she was still missing notes that she was not prepared for this audition. But I had no idea what her competition would sound like and I still thought it would be a good learning experience.
And then we arrived for her audition. We immediately learned that 1) all the kids would be auditioning in the same room in front of one another, and 2) she got first draw. My heart sank--neither was good news. I did many, many auditions as a kid, and the only one in front of everybody was state (which I blew because I crumbled under the pressure of auditioning in front of everyone else.)
So she had two strikes against her going in (besides her failure to practice). And then I heard the other kids in the practice room. They were good. Really good. Much better than PS.
I was just sick. I felt so badly for pushing her into this, and now realized that I had set her up for public humiliation since she would have to audition in front of everybody. Of course, I hid all of this from her and tried to remain upbeat.
Afterward she said that she thought she did ok, and that there were lots of kids worse than her. She didn't make the orchestra, but didn't seem overly distraught--and for that I am thankful.
I don't want to be the parent who tries to force my kid to fit the profile I select. Music was my thing, and as much as I had hoped it would be PS's thing, it just isn't. I won't pressure her to do another audition, and I won't make her continue with the violin after this year. She's been at it for two years now, and it is clearly not something that she enjoys enough to put her best effort into. So we'll keep looking for what will be the thing that she loves enough to be really good at. Because, as I told her Saturday after her audition, she may not have made the all-city orchestra, but I know that she is destined to do great things.
12/4/09
Whoa...
I had three best friends in high school. They were all parts of different circles and none of them ever really hung out with each other. And they were all very different.
I wrote about one the other day. She is the one who I tended to do the crazier stuff with, but she also tuned out whenever she had a serious boyfriend.
The second was my most laid back, steady friend. She lived with her grandparents, and I practically lived there for much of high school. She had a '68 Mustang that her dad restored for her, and she would let me drive it on the weekends when we were out cruising for boys. We have been in touch, on and off, but our lives are pretty different now and we aren't especially close.
My third best friend was a gay guy. But I didn't know he was gay at first. We kissed once and realized that there was nothing there but a platonic friendship. Not long after that he came out to me. In fact, I was the first person he ever came out to. And I was the person he confided in as to how and when he would come out to his parents and the rest of his family. We grew apart after a couple of years because he was becoming involved in risky behavior that I was not down with.
I've tried to find him online a couple of times, but had no luck. But tonight he found me on FB. Turns out that I haven't been able to find him because he has been in prison! I was stunned. We chatted for quite a while and he told me the whole story. I just can't get over my shock! He was always such a nice, never hurt a fly, type of guy.
Anyway, he told me that he thought about me a lot while in the clink and that I was always part of his coming out story. Because when he told me, my response was "That's great. Now we can go to the mall and check out guys together!" Of course, at the time it was happening I had no idea the significance of being someone's "coming out" person. I had never known an (admittedly) gay person. But he was my friend and who he wanted to sleep with wasn't going to change that.
I hope that I handled his coming out of prison story with the grace that I handled his coming out story as a 16-year-old girl.
I wrote about one the other day. She is the one who I tended to do the crazier stuff with, but she also tuned out whenever she had a serious boyfriend.
The second was my most laid back, steady friend. She lived with her grandparents, and I practically lived there for much of high school. She had a '68 Mustang that her dad restored for her, and she would let me drive it on the weekends when we were out cruising for boys. We have been in touch, on and off, but our lives are pretty different now and we aren't especially close.
My third best friend was a gay guy. But I didn't know he was gay at first. We kissed once and realized that there was nothing there but a platonic friendship. Not long after that he came out to me. In fact, I was the first person he ever came out to. And I was the person he confided in as to how and when he would come out to his parents and the rest of his family. We grew apart after a couple of years because he was becoming involved in risky behavior that I was not down with.
I've tried to find him online a couple of times, but had no luck. But tonight he found me on FB. Turns out that I haven't been able to find him because he has been in prison! I was stunned. We chatted for quite a while and he told me the whole story. I just can't get over my shock! He was always such a nice, never hurt a fly, type of guy.
Anyway, he told me that he thought about me a lot while in the clink and that I was always part of his coming out story. Because when he told me, my response was "That's great. Now we can go to the mall and check out guys together!" Of course, at the time it was happening I had no idea the significance of being someone's "coming out" person. I had never known an (admittedly) gay person. But he was my friend and who he wanted to sleep with wasn't going to change that.
I hope that I handled his coming out of prison story with the grace that I handled his coming out story as a 16-year-old girl.
11/30/09
Weekend Update
We survived out impromptu Thanksgiving weekend. Actually, my take-out dinner turned out pretty darn good. May have to start a new tradition--no prep work, no clean up.
We were glad to spend time with the inlaws, but the weekend was very stressful. MIL is not doing well. She is extremely thin and is on so many drugs that she was in a fog much of the time we were there.
They are very fortunate to be staying at the home of a friend-of-a-friend. She has graciously offered to host my inlaws the last few times they have had to visit the cancer center. It is a huge savings in lodging costs and it provides a much more home-like setting. And speaking of the kindness of almost-strangers, one of our fellow MILPs invited us to Thanksgiving when she heard about our last minute trip. We had to decline, but it was such a nice gesture. What a great group of ladies we have!
We didn't want to overwhelm MIL with the kids (or keep them cooped up too long in a strangers house) so I took them to a wonderful local park where we visited the zoo and rode a pedal boat. The girls also enjoyed swimming in the hotel pool. Overall though, it was a stressful trip.
It became apparent that this is likely MILs last round of holidays. FIL told DH that he thought she only had a few months left--and he told us today that he asked the doctor about hospice care and the doc agreed that it might be time for it.
There is just this overwhelming sense of unfairness. MIL is only 54. She has never smoked or taken so much as a sip of alcohol (FIL won't even eat food cooked in alcohol--and it isn't a religious thing--they're catholic!). She was in good shape, not overweight, and took a walk every evening. And MIL is one of the most moral and faithful people I have ever met. She just doesn't deserve this long, painful ending to her life.
I guess this is part of the reason I don't believe in god. How could a good and merciful god do this to one of his most faithful followers?
Anyway, we are still struggling with what comes next. It is hard to imagine DH's family--and especially his dad-- without his mom. And even though she is only my "in law," I have been part of DH's family for almost half my life--and my in-laws have been there many times when my own parents were not.
We were glad to spend time with the inlaws, but the weekend was very stressful. MIL is not doing well. She is extremely thin and is on so many drugs that she was in a fog much of the time we were there.
They are very fortunate to be staying at the home of a friend-of-a-friend. She has graciously offered to host my inlaws the last few times they have had to visit the cancer center. It is a huge savings in lodging costs and it provides a much more home-like setting. And speaking of the kindness of almost-strangers, one of our fellow MILPs invited us to Thanksgiving when she heard about our last minute trip. We had to decline, but it was such a nice gesture. What a great group of ladies we have!
We didn't want to overwhelm MIL with the kids (or keep them cooped up too long in a strangers house) so I took them to a wonderful local park where we visited the zoo and rode a pedal boat. The girls also enjoyed swimming in the hotel pool. Overall though, it was a stressful trip.
It became apparent that this is likely MILs last round of holidays. FIL told DH that he thought she only had a few months left--and he told us today that he asked the doctor about hospice care and the doc agreed that it might be time for it.
There is just this overwhelming sense of unfairness. MIL is only 54. She has never smoked or taken so much as a sip of alcohol (FIL won't even eat food cooked in alcohol--and it isn't a religious thing--they're catholic!). She was in good shape, not overweight, and took a walk every evening. And MIL is one of the most moral and faithful people I have ever met. She just doesn't deserve this long, painful ending to her life.
I guess this is part of the reason I don't believe in god. How could a good and merciful god do this to one of his most faithful followers?
Anyway, we are still struggling with what comes next. It is hard to imagine DH's family--and especially his dad-- without his mom. And even though she is only my "in law," I have been part of DH's family for almost half my life--and my in-laws have been there many times when my own parents were not.
11/25/09
Thanksgiving insanity
Had a federal court filing that kept me at work until 8:30--then I still had to go to the 24-hour post office. I finally made it home at 9:30.
We were intending to return to Hometown for the weekend, but MIL was sent back to the cancer center in another town and will be stuck there through next week. Since they have no family there and it is closer to us than Hometown, we are heading to cancer center town for the holiday. So I was scouring the web in between revisions of my pleading in hopes of a great hotel deal (Crowne Plaza @ $60/night--suites, no less!)
MIL will not be able to go out to dinner in her current state so we would need some kind of take-out option. This left us without any plan whatsoever regarding Thanksgiving dinner and no time to cook. So at 10:00 p.m. I was pondering the possibility of going to the grocery store and throwing together some semblance of a meal. Instead, I found that a yummy regional cafe is offering a traditional dinner and I order takeout online! And they gave me a 25% off coupon for my first online order.
Yea! I am a planner and was not coping well with the possibility of no plan for T-day dinner.
Now I just need to pack--I have done absolutely nothing. Fortunately our nanny packed the girls and even did my laundry (which is generally outside the scope of her responsibility.) Hopefully I can just throw a few things in the suitcase and be done with it.
Now the suck... MIL's condition is getting worse. She is having to endure increasingly painful and humiliating conditions as her cancer progressions. She will likely have surgery next week to treat some of her symptoms but her tumor is compromising nearby organs (it is at the base of her spine) and there is nothing that can be done to stop it.
We were intending to return to Hometown for the weekend, but MIL was sent back to the cancer center in another town and will be stuck there through next week. Since they have no family there and it is closer to us than Hometown, we are heading to cancer center town for the holiday. So I was scouring the web in between revisions of my pleading in hopes of a great hotel deal (Crowne Plaza @ $60/night--suites, no less!)
MIL will not be able to go out to dinner in her current state so we would need some kind of take-out option. This left us without any plan whatsoever regarding Thanksgiving dinner and no time to cook. So at 10:00 p.m. I was pondering the possibility of going to the grocery store and throwing together some semblance of a meal. Instead, I found that a yummy regional cafe is offering a traditional dinner and I order takeout online! And they gave me a 25% off coupon for my first online order.
Yea! I am a planner and was not coping well with the possibility of no plan for T-day dinner.
Now I just need to pack--I have done absolutely nothing. Fortunately our nanny packed the girls and even did my laundry (which is generally outside the scope of her responsibility.) Hopefully I can just throw a few things in the suitcase and be done with it.
Now the suck... MIL's condition is getting worse. She is having to endure increasingly painful and humiliating conditions as her cancer progressions. She will likely have surgery next week to treat some of her symptoms but her tumor is compromising nearby organs (it is at the base of her spine) and there is nothing that can be done to stop it.
11/22/09
It's about time, Facebook
So I've been on facebook for about a year now. Most of my tech-savvy relatives have managed to find me, a couple of my friends from my adult life and a fair number of old classmates. And more than a few people who went to school with me and are friends of friends, but who I honestly don't recall AT ALL. Who I haven't found on facebook are old friends who were really friends. Nobody that I actually cared about ever getting in touch with.
And then this week I found my BFF's from both middle school and high school.
My middle school BFF moved before we started high school and we lost touch. It was nice to say "hi" and see where she's at now.
But I was even more excited to find my HS BFF. She was even the maid of honor at my wedding, but we had a falling out several years ago and it has been almost 10 years since we've spoken.
We were about as opposite as you can get. She blond, blue-eyed, short and curvy; me dark-haired, taller, thinner and straight as a board. We met in freshman biology, and most of the other girls didn't like her because she was the type who wore her clothes too tight and was prone to steal your boyfriend. I was far more conservative and didn't draw the animosity that she did. We had one or two spats over boys, but for the most part it was a non-issue. We were so different that the boys who were attracted to one of us wasn't interested in the other--and we generally didn't go for the same guys.
Most of the trouble that I got into in high school involved her. The most memorable event was when we were 16 and she had a fight with her boyfriend, a college student living in a college town about 30 miles away from us. She decided that she was going to get drunk and have it out with him. I didn't drink at all in high school and did not condone her behavior, but I wasn't going to let her drink and drive. So she grabbed her 4-pack of wine coolers and I grabbed her car keys and off we went.
Boyfriend was not happy to see us, and shooed us into a back room when another girl showed up. Yeah, that didn't go over well. BFF became belligerent and he and I literally carried her out to the car. I locked her in, jumped in and took off. She was pissed and screaming at me. It was dark and I couldn't find her headlights, so I ran over a parking block trying to get the heck out of there. She took the opportunity to jump out of the car and start running back to the boyfriend's apartment. I tackled her and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her car.
At that point I realized that I had seriously messed up her car when I hit the parking block. The car wouldn't turn left--and I had to drive the 30-mile trip back home without making a left turn. I also couldn't stop, for fear that she would jump out and I would have to chase her down again.
We had my dad look at the car the next day, and it turned out that I bent the frame. Oops. Of course, we never told anybody how it actually happened, and we remained BFF's for years after that.
There was definitely some craziness, and we disagreed about a lot, but in hindsight I realize that she is the only friend I ever had to whom I could tell anything and not be judged. She might disagree with me and she would certainly tell me so--but she wouldn't judge me or think less of me. Friends like that are hard to come by.
And then this week I found my BFF's from both middle school and high school.
My middle school BFF moved before we started high school and we lost touch. It was nice to say "hi" and see where she's at now.
But I was even more excited to find my HS BFF. She was even the maid of honor at my wedding, but we had a falling out several years ago and it has been almost 10 years since we've spoken.
We were about as opposite as you can get. She blond, blue-eyed, short and curvy; me dark-haired, taller, thinner and straight as a board. We met in freshman biology, and most of the other girls didn't like her because she was the type who wore her clothes too tight and was prone to steal your boyfriend. I was far more conservative and didn't draw the animosity that she did. We had one or two spats over boys, but for the most part it was a non-issue. We were so different that the boys who were attracted to one of us wasn't interested in the other--and we generally didn't go for the same guys.
Most of the trouble that I got into in high school involved her. The most memorable event was when we were 16 and she had a fight with her boyfriend, a college student living in a college town about 30 miles away from us. She decided that she was going to get drunk and have it out with him. I didn't drink at all in high school and did not condone her behavior, but I wasn't going to let her drink and drive. So she grabbed her 4-pack of wine coolers and I grabbed her car keys and off we went.
Boyfriend was not happy to see us, and shooed us into a back room when another girl showed up. Yeah, that didn't go over well. BFF became belligerent and he and I literally carried her out to the car. I locked her in, jumped in and took off. She was pissed and screaming at me. It was dark and I couldn't find her headlights, so I ran over a parking block trying to get the heck out of there. She took the opportunity to jump out of the car and start running back to the boyfriend's apartment. I tackled her and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her car.
At that point I realized that I had seriously messed up her car when I hit the parking block. The car wouldn't turn left--and I had to drive the 30-mile trip back home without making a left turn. I also couldn't stop, for fear that she would jump out and I would have to chase her down again.
We had my dad look at the car the next day, and it turned out that I bent the frame. Oops. Of course, we never told anybody how it actually happened, and we remained BFF's for years after that.
There was definitely some craziness, and we disagreed about a lot, but in hindsight I realize that she is the only friend I ever had to whom I could tell anything and not be judged. She might disagree with me and she would certainly tell me so--but she wouldn't judge me or think less of me. Friends like that are hard to come by.
11/19/09
Update
So I was very impressed by how calmly I handled the TT issue. I emailed the principal late Wednesday night, informing her in no uncertain terms that this new policy would not apply to my children and that it was inappropriate and unlawful. I was fully prepared to argue to the death if I encountered any resistance.
But the principal called me at 7:15 Thursday and told me that she absolutely agreed with me and that she had already informed the staff that the policy was gone.
Apparently the genius behind the new restroom policy was the new assistant principal who was trying to combat messes in the bathroom. He is young, apparently inexperienced and this is the second of his policies that I have nixed in the last two months.
The other asinine policy involved taking attendance for 6th graders 5 minutes before the morning bell rang. I found out about that one after he reported PS to the state truancy board for multiple absences--when she had never been absent or even late! I laid into him for that one--but I wasn't even going to bother with him on this issue. I went straight to the principal.
I really like our principal, but she really needs to rein in her AP and his idiotic ideas quickly. And frankly, it doesn't speak well of her that she is not paying enough attention to the "policies" her AP is instituting.
But the principal called me at 7:15 Thursday and told me that she absolutely agreed with me and that she had already informed the staff that the policy was gone.
Apparently the genius behind the new restroom policy was the new assistant principal who was trying to combat messes in the bathroom. He is young, apparently inexperienced and this is the second of his policies that I have nixed in the last two months.
The other asinine policy involved taking attendance for 6th graders 5 minutes before the morning bell rang. I found out about that one after he reported PS to the state truancy board for multiple absences--when she had never been absent or even late! I laid into him for that one--but I wasn't even going to bother with him on this issue. I went straight to the principal.
I really like our principal, but she really needs to rein in her AP and his idiotic ideas quickly. And frankly, it doesn't speak well of her that she is not paying enough attention to the "policies" her AP is instituting.
11/17/09
In case you were wondering...
Peeing is a fundamental right subject to due process protection. Glaspy v. Malicoat, 134 F. Supp. 2d 890.
Pissed Off Mama Bear
TT had an accident at school today because the teacher wouldn't let her use the restroom when she asked. Now, I was horrified by the thought of this, but thought perhaps TT's account was skewed to her benefit. So I calmly emailed the teacher and asked her if TT's (haha, I just got the pun!) account was accurate. The teacher said yes, the principal just instituted a new policy and children are not allowed to go to the restroom unsupervised--so no kid can go unless the entire class goes.
WTF?? These are third graders! And my kids drink a lot and pee lot. In fact, we encourage it, due to DH's and PS's history of kidney stones. Not to mention that I had teeny-tiny bladder as a child--and even had (unsuccessful) surgery to try to stretch it out--so its not a leap to think my kids also have teeny tiny bladders.
I am so furious that my kid had to suffer the humiliation of having an accident because she wasn't allowed to use the restroom that I think my eyes are glowing red. I already responded to the teacher and told her that I would be requesting a conference with the principal.
I haven't emailed the principal, because I wanted to do a little research (and calm down) first. If there is any law even suggesting that my kid has a right to pee at school I am damn sure gonna find it.
WTF?? These are third graders! And my kids drink a lot and pee lot. In fact, we encourage it, due to DH's and PS's history of kidney stones. Not to mention that I had teeny-tiny bladder as a child--and even had (unsuccessful) surgery to try to stretch it out--so its not a leap to think my kids also have teeny tiny bladders.
I am so furious that my kid had to suffer the humiliation of having an accident because she wasn't allowed to use the restroom that I think my eyes are glowing red. I already responded to the teacher and told her that I would be requesting a conference with the principal.
I haven't emailed the principal, because I wanted to do a little research (and calm down) first. If there is any law even suggesting that my kid has a right to pee at school I am damn sure gonna find it.
11/16/09
It Sucks to be the Little Fish
Busy day. I had to finish up my off-site doc review and then rush back to the office for a meeting with a new client, followed by a long chat with Big Boss.
Attitudey Judy will not be getting the boot, at least not until after the holidays. It's not my call, or the outcome would have been different. But, having been at my firm a mere 3 months, I'm not really in a position to throw down an ultimatum.
I am a little frustrated by the situation, because I feel like I've done everything I can to work for her, and now I really don't trust her with important tasks. Which just rewards her with less work and punishes me with more.
Big Boss did make clear that they don't think I'm causing this problem--which was a relief. I didn't want be the new kid turned problem child who can't get along with anybody. And when he meets with her for staff reviews he will reiterate that I am the boss, like it or lump it.
I guess all I can hope for is that she finds something else quickly or has a miraculous transformation. Meanwhile, she is ignoring me unless directly spoken to--and then I am rewarded with a grunt.
Attitudey Judy will not be getting the boot, at least not until after the holidays. It's not my call, or the outcome would have been different. But, having been at my firm a mere 3 months, I'm not really in a position to throw down an ultimatum.
I am a little frustrated by the situation, because I feel like I've done everything I can to work for her, and now I really don't trust her with important tasks. Which just rewards her with less work and punishes me with more.
Big Boss did make clear that they don't think I'm causing this problem--which was a relief. I didn't want be the new kid turned problem child who can't get along with anybody. And when he meets with her for staff reviews he will reiterate that I am the boss, like it or lump it.
I guess all I can hope for is that she finds something else quickly or has a miraculous transformation. Meanwhile, she is ignoring me unless directly spoken to--and then I am rewarded with a grunt.
Well that was interesting
Today I had to do a doc review at the firm that offered me a job before Satan f/k/a Big Boss torpedoed it by refusing to waive a conflict.
The associate working on the case for the other side was actually one of the many, many people with whom I interviewed at that firm. When I reminded him that we had met before, he said "oh, yeah, you're the one from [former firm]. I've heard a lot of bad stuff about that firm."
Later in the day someone else popped into the conference room I was working in and said, "wow, you look really familiar, have we met before?" To which I replied, "yes, you interviewed me for a job here." "Ohh..." she said, as the recognition started fading in.
I may forever be known as "the girl who got screwed out of a job" in my local legal community.
The associate working on the case for the other side was actually one of the many, many people with whom I interviewed at that firm. When I reminded him that we had met before, he said "oh, yeah, you're the one from [former firm]. I've heard a lot of bad stuff about that firm."
Later in the day someone else popped into the conference room I was working in and said, "wow, you look really familiar, have we met before?" To which I replied, "yes, you interviewed me for a job here." "Ohh..." she said, as the recognition started fading in.
I may forever be known as "the girl who got screwed out of a job" in my local legal community.
11/12/09
Holding Pattern
Don't know what's going to happen with secretary aka Attitudey Judy (I love that Gillian!) I do not have the authority to fire her. Big Boss is supposed to be handling it, but he is out of town.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Attitudey Judy sent an email late today informing the office that she has a "follow-up doctor's appointment" tomorrow. I am 98% sure that "doctor's appointment" is code for "interview."
In addition to my many other complaints, she is late a lot--like 20 minutes-plus every day and she takes extra-long lunches. I haven't even addressed this with her because it is the least of my concerns, but my firm uses an old-school time clock and the administration has noticed. She has also had quite a few doctor's appointments, car problems and other miscellaneous absences in the 3 months that she has been with my firm. So we've all surmised that she has been interviewing whenever she has a doctor's appointment or car trouble.
Attitudey Judy allegedly came to us to with glowing recommendations. I now understand--I would gladly give her a glowing recommendation to get rid of her and make her somebody else's problem!
I am soooo tempted to send her a response and say that I hope her "doctor's appointment" goes very, very well.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Attitudey Judy sent an email late today informing the office that she has a "follow-up doctor's appointment" tomorrow. I am 98% sure that "doctor's appointment" is code for "interview."
In addition to my many other complaints, she is late a lot--like 20 minutes-plus every day and she takes extra-long lunches. I haven't even addressed this with her because it is the least of my concerns, but my firm uses an old-school time clock and the administration has noticed. She has also had quite a few doctor's appointments, car problems and other miscellaneous absences in the 3 months that she has been with my firm. So we've all surmised that she has been interviewing whenever she has a doctor's appointment or car trouble.
Attitudey Judy allegedly came to us to with glowing recommendations. I now understand--I would gladly give her a glowing recommendation to get rid of her and make her somebody else's problem!
I am soooo tempted to send her a response and say that I hope her "doctor's appointment" goes very, very well.
11/10/09
Pirates and Princesses and Rodents, oh my!
Looks like we are all systems go for spending Christmas at Disney. I got the ok from my bosses, sent vacation letters to the courts and made the final payment last week. We're booked for breakfast in Cinderella's castle on Christmas morning, and I just made reservations for pirate makeovers for the girls, thanks to a 50% discount for resort guests.
I'm excited, I've been wanting to take the girls to Disney for the last 5 years, but something always came up. I wanted them to go while they were still young enough for it to be a magical experience. I have great memories of Disney--DH and I went there on our honeymoon--but I'm a little afraid I will hate it now that I'm old and curmudgeonly. Children running about everywhere and ginormous crowds (this is peak season for Disney) are not my idea of a good time. But I have employed multiple planning resources, so hopefully it will be a pleasant experience for all.
Oh and if you're just tuning in for an update with the secretary situation--well, today sucked. I spoke with the office administrator first think this morning and she told me that I needed to confront secretary and get her side of the story, and then go to Big Boss.
Speaking to secretary did not go well. She was openly hostile and refused to give me a straight answer. She started ranting, and I just said, "We're done now."
Afterward I went to Big Boss. I'm not sure I conveyed how truly dire the situation is, but he said that he would get to the bottom of the current situation. Not really sure what that means.
I am so sick of dealing with her incompetence and hostility. It is exhausting and I really don't trust her to do anything for me anymore--in fact I gave her my receipts from my business, and , of course, she missed one of the receipts and my check was short (yeah, she didn't bring it to me to sign off on either). Argh!
I'm excited, I've been wanting to take the girls to Disney for the last 5 years, but something always came up. I wanted them to go while they were still young enough for it to be a magical experience. I have great memories of Disney--DH and I went there on our honeymoon--but I'm a little afraid I will hate it now that I'm old and curmudgeonly. Children running about everywhere and ginormous crowds (this is peak season for Disney) are not my idea of a good time. But I have employed multiple planning resources, so hopefully it will be a pleasant experience for all.
Oh and if you're just tuning in for an update with the secretary situation--well, today sucked. I spoke with the office administrator first think this morning and she told me that I needed to confront secretary and get her side of the story, and then go to Big Boss.
Speaking to secretary did not go well. She was openly hostile and refused to give me a straight answer. She started ranting, and I just said, "We're done now."
Afterward I went to Big Boss. I'm not sure I conveyed how truly dire the situation is, but he said that he would get to the bottom of the current situation. Not really sure what that means.
I am so sick of dealing with her incompetence and hostility. It is exhausting and I really don't trust her to do anything for me anymore--in fact I gave her my receipts from my business, and , of course, she missed one of the receipts and my check was short (yeah, she didn't bring it to me to sign off on either). Argh!
11/9/09
Yep, it's Monday
Learned first thing this morning that the other female association put in her resignation. That will definitely mean more on my plate, and I am pretty darn busy already. And that leaves just me with all the guys.
Also learned that the situation with my secretary was even worse than I thought. A couple of weeks ago she forwarded to a client a citation that she had filed with the court. Yeah, that sounds strange right? The court issues the citation--you file the return of citation with the court. The return of citation includes the process server's statement of the time and place that the petition was served.
So I asked her for an explanation. She assured me that she had in fact filed the return with the court, but that it was on the back of the citation and that she simply hadn't bothered to copy the side with the return--only the front side with the citation.
I explained that I needed copies of the full document in the future so that I could verify that service was properly effected and that the return was in order in cases I needed to prove up a default judgment. I also explained that a savvy client would be wondering why we were filing the citation, just like I had.
The day before I left for my business trip, she brought me a file-stamped copy of the citation with the return attached to the back. The citation had two file stamps with two different dates--one of which had been crossed out by the clerk. This seemed odd, but I was wrapping things up before leaving town, so I simply set it aside.
This morning I took another look at the double-stamped citation and then at the return. The first file-stamp was Oct. 27. The second was Nov. 3. When I turned to the return, it was not sworn to until Oct. 29.
There is absolutely no way that secretary could have filed the return with the citation on the 27th--as she swore she had. The return wasn't sworn until 2 days later. She did exactly what I thought she did and then lied and tried to cover her tracks.
I am furious. Lying and hiding things are not ok. If it were solely up to me I would fire her tomorrow. I understand mistakes--and her original mistake would not have been a big deal if she were a new secretary and fessed up. But she constantly reminds me that she has 20 years' experience and that I should quit questioning her competence. And this went further than a mistake--it was outright lying.
I basically avoided secretary all day for fear of what I might say. Tact isn't one of my virtues, and I wanted to speak with the office administrator before I confronted her on this issue. Unfortunately the office administrator was out today, so it will have to wait until tomorrow. I keep thinking that maybe I am being overly harsh--and then I get smacked int he face with something like this.
Also learned that the situation with my secretary was even worse than I thought. A couple of weeks ago she forwarded to a client a citation that she had filed with the court. Yeah, that sounds strange right? The court issues the citation--you file the return of citation with the court. The return of citation includes the process server's statement of the time and place that the petition was served.
So I asked her for an explanation. She assured me that she had in fact filed the return with the court, but that it was on the back of the citation and that she simply hadn't bothered to copy the side with the return--only the front side with the citation.
I explained that I needed copies of the full document in the future so that I could verify that service was properly effected and that the return was in order in cases I needed to prove up a default judgment. I also explained that a savvy client would be wondering why we were filing the citation, just like I had.
The day before I left for my business trip, she brought me a file-stamped copy of the citation with the return attached to the back. The citation had two file stamps with two different dates--one of which had been crossed out by the clerk. This seemed odd, but I was wrapping things up before leaving town, so I simply set it aside.
This morning I took another look at the double-stamped citation and then at the return. The first file-stamp was Oct. 27. The second was Nov. 3. When I turned to the return, it was not sworn to until Oct. 29.
There is absolutely no way that secretary could have filed the return with the citation on the 27th--as she swore she had. The return wasn't sworn until 2 days later. She did exactly what I thought she did and then lied and tried to cover her tracks.
I am furious. Lying and hiding things are not ok. If it were solely up to me I would fire her tomorrow. I understand mistakes--and her original mistake would not have been a big deal if she were a new secretary and fessed up. But she constantly reminds me that she has 20 years' experience and that I should quit questioning her competence. And this went further than a mistake--it was outright lying.
I basically avoided secretary all day for fear of what I might say. Tact isn't one of my virtues, and I wanted to speak with the office administrator before I confronted her on this issue. Unfortunately the office administrator was out today, so it will have to wait until tomorrow. I keep thinking that maybe I am being overly harsh--and then I get smacked int he face with something like this.
11/8/09
Mommy Fail
Last night at dinner I accidentally sent a naughty text intended for DH to PS. Oops. Fortunately I immediately realized my mistake and demanded her phone to delete the message. And it was more innuendo than overt, so hopefully she won't be scarred for life if she manages to pull the deleted message out of the trash can.
Glad crazy week is done, but it has led to a busy weekend. The girls signed up for a fun run Saturday morning, so we had to be out of the house by 7:30. And all three kids have school projects due next week. Since our weeknight time is so limited, we have to do these things on the weekends.
PS has to build an accurate 3-D atom model. And she picked gold, which is heavy and has about a zillion particles. We bought rubber tubing into which she will insert tiny pompoms to make electron orbitals, and she will glue larger pompoms to popsicle-stick base make the nucleus. It will be interesting to see how this turns out.
TT and SS have to disguise turkeys. SS is covering hers in silk flowers and hiding it in a field of grass. TT's turkey is becoming an astronaut. It is covered in aluminum foil, and we went to the dollar store just to buy a vending-machine toy so that we could get the plastic case to use as an astronaut helmet. DH thinks I'm nuts for making a special trip to buy a $.50 toy just to get the plastic shell it comes it. I think my astronaut helmet is genius!
Also have horseback riding lessons for the twins today, need to help PS practice for all-city orchestra auditions, need to work on my pro bono case, and DH needs to work on our fence before it falls into the neighbor's yard. He has replaced 60% of the wooden posts with steel ones, but every time we get a storm the remaining wooden ones start leaning. I keep trying to convince him to pay someone to take care of it, but he is stubborn and his blue-collar roots won't allow him to pay someone to do something he thinks he is capable of (even if it means he will be complaining about his back for the next week.)
Glad crazy week is done, but it has led to a busy weekend. The girls signed up for a fun run Saturday morning, so we had to be out of the house by 7:30. And all three kids have school projects due next week. Since our weeknight time is so limited, we have to do these things on the weekends.
PS has to build an accurate 3-D atom model. And she picked gold, which is heavy and has about a zillion particles. We bought rubber tubing into which she will insert tiny pompoms to make electron orbitals, and she will glue larger pompoms to popsicle-stick base make the nucleus. It will be interesting to see how this turns out.
TT and SS have to disguise turkeys. SS is covering hers in silk flowers and hiding it in a field of grass. TT's turkey is becoming an astronaut. It is covered in aluminum foil, and we went to the dollar store just to buy a vending-machine toy so that we could get the plastic case to use as an astronaut helmet. DH thinks I'm nuts for making a special trip to buy a $.50 toy just to get the plastic shell it comes it. I think my astronaut helmet is genius!
Also have horseback riding lessons for the twins today, need to help PS practice for all-city orchestra auditions, need to work on my pro bono case, and DH needs to work on our fence before it falls into the neighbor's yard. He has replaced 60% of the wooden posts with steel ones, but every time we get a storm the remaining wooden ones start leaning. I keep trying to convince him to pay someone to take care of it, but he is stubborn and his blue-collar roots won't allow him to pay someone to do something he thinks he is capable of (even if it means he will be complaining about his back for the next week.)
11/4/09
Crazy Week
We've known for weeks that this week would be crazy, and it has lived up to the hype. DH left on Sunday for a conference--which left me playing the part of the single parent for the first half of the week. I have to say kudos to the single and military moms out there--I'm found it exhausting for only two days, and I have a nanny/housekeeper to help out.
He returned today--but I left for a conference in Denver and won't be home until Friday. So DH will get a taste of the craziness I have been dealing with.
I couldn't get out of the office until after 6:30 on Monday, talking PS through her homework on my commute home. (Thankfully it was English. Her math homework is killing me, but I can diagram the hell out of a sentence!) I got home in time for dinner together, homework folders and bedtime snuggles and that was about it. Fell into bed about an hour after I got the girls down.
Tuesday night I got out of the office earlier, but had to run errands to pick up some stuff for my trip. So I got home, grabbed the girls, ran our errands, back home and straight to bed for them while I did my packing.
This morning I had a site inspection, back to the office for a couple of hours, and then off to the airport. I had a raging headache by the time I landed, but some aspirin, yummy cookies and a big comfy bed at my hotel have made it all better. This is the most down time I've had all week. I guess I should enjoy it, but I really miss DH and I'd rather be home with my kiddos--even with all the crazy.
He returned today--but I left for a conference in Denver and won't be home until Friday. So DH will get a taste of the craziness I have been dealing with.
I couldn't get out of the office until after 6:30 on Monday, talking PS through her homework on my commute home. (Thankfully it was English. Her math homework is killing me, but I can diagram the hell out of a sentence!) I got home in time for dinner together, homework folders and bedtime snuggles and that was about it. Fell into bed about an hour after I got the girls down.
Tuesday night I got out of the office earlier, but had to run errands to pick up some stuff for my trip. So I got home, grabbed the girls, ran our errands, back home and straight to bed for them while I did my packing.
This morning I had a site inspection, back to the office for a couple of hours, and then off to the airport. I had a raging headache by the time I landed, but some aspirin, yummy cookies and a big comfy bed at my hotel have made it all better. This is the most down time I've had all week. I guess I should enjoy it, but I really miss DH and I'd rather be home with my kiddos--even with all the crazy.
11/1/09
Frustration
So the problems with my secretary have continued this week, culminating in a Friday afternoon showdown where she informed me that I was "condescending and micromanaging." I responded that I would absolutely continue to micromanage her because she had made several calendaring errors, even when I had given her explicit instructions, and that it was ultimately my responsibility to ensure that all matters are calendared correctly. She continued to be very defensive, even when faced with undeniable proof of her errors.
And Friday's issues began with me simply asking for an update. As in an email that said, "Hey Thelma, can you please give me an update on the status of 1) [issue 1], and 2) [issue two]." Yep, that is totally micromanaging.
Instead of actually giving me an update, she gave me a snarky non-response to issue 1 and and told me to make sure that had all of my revisions exactly correct as to issue #2, because it was an unsaveable pdf and she had to retype the 1 page document every time I made a change (umm, hello, if you had typed it accurately the last time, it wouldn't have needed to be revised a second time).
Issue #1 had to do with entering my time. When she finally got it done, she had lost more than $3000 of my time and had billed several entries to the wrong client. But I was micromanaging again when I asked to see my time before the final deadline when prebills went to the partners.
I'm at my wit's end. I don't think that I handled things on Friday quite as professionally as I would have preferred. And I'm concerned that, since I'm the new girl in the office, I'm going to come off looking like I can't get along with the staff. And I don't know how this has happened, because I got along very well with the staff at my last firm. I don't generally have a problem getting along with people, but I am absolutely not going to let this secretary roll over me.
There is a review process in place. We had fall staff reviews and the consensus was that since she was so new she needs a little more time, but she will have to show improvement before spring reviews. In the meantime, I have been encouraged to take a firm hand to encourage her to work to her perceived potential (instead of getting frustrated and doing it myself, which is the much easier route.) That is clearly going well.
And Friday's issues began with me simply asking for an update. As in an email that said, "Hey Thelma, can you please give me an update on the status of 1) [issue 1], and 2) [issue two]." Yep, that is totally micromanaging.
Instead of actually giving me an update, she gave me a snarky non-response to issue 1 and and told me to make sure that had all of my revisions exactly correct as to issue #2, because it was an unsaveable pdf and she had to retype the 1 page document every time I made a change (umm, hello, if you had typed it accurately the last time, it wouldn't have needed to be revised a second time).
Issue #1 had to do with entering my time. When she finally got it done, she had lost more than $3000 of my time and had billed several entries to the wrong client. But I was micromanaging again when I asked to see my time before the final deadline when prebills went to the partners.
I'm at my wit's end. I don't think that I handled things on Friday quite as professionally as I would have preferred. And I'm concerned that, since I'm the new girl in the office, I'm going to come off looking like I can't get along with the staff. And I don't know how this has happened, because I got along very well with the staff at my last firm. I don't generally have a problem getting along with people, but I am absolutely not going to let this secretary roll over me.
There is a review process in place. We had fall staff reviews and the consensus was that since she was so new she needs a little more time, but she will have to show improvement before spring reviews. In the meantime, I have been encouraged to take a firm hand to encourage her to work to her perceived potential (instead of getting frustrated and doing it myself, which is the much easier route.) That is clearly going well.
10/28/09
Smackdown
So, I know that I sometimes complained about my secretary at my old firm, but today I seriously contemplated sending her a email telling her how much I under-appreciated her.
I am having major issues with my new secretary. We'll call her Thelma. She started the same week that I did and she is assigned to me and the other young, female associate. That's it. There are secretaries out there who dream of a world where they only have to support two attorneys.
Since she's new, I figured part of the problem was just an adjustment period. But it's been 3 months now. Then I started thinking that maybe she's never been a litigation secretary. Nope, apparently she has 20 years experience as a litigation secretary. But I hadn't said much about her problem areas until the other associate, Rita, came into my office one day and asked if I had been having problems. Apparently we are both having the same issues.
The biggie is attention to detail. I give her documents to be formatted and corrected and they aren't done. She has sent incorrect and incomplete sets of documents to clients and courts--or sets with the pages out of order. She mixes up exhibits for court filings. One of my petitions was left at the courthouse for 3 weeks and she ever noticed! She isn't calendering--even when I specifically tell her to calendar something. And she doesn't respond to email.
So in anticipation of upcoming staff reviews, Rita and I decided that we needed to discuss these things with Thelma. Rita met with her last Friday, and I met with her on Tuesday. She was very defensive and indignant. She said that she did not appreciate that we were questioning her competence. I listened to her side of the story and offered potential solutions to the issues that we raised. And it seemed as though we were done.
And then she sent an email demanding to meet with Rita and me together to discuss "miscommunication and competency issues". I responded that we had had an adequate opportunity to discuss these issues already and another meeting would not be a productive use of time. Also, a joint meeting with Rita and me was not necessary because we have different preferences and requirements. But, I also told her that if she had any specific issues to address with me to please see me.
Apparently Thelma did not like my response, because she next tried to circumvent me by going to the senior associate who handles all of the administrative crap. Now that just pissed me off! Thelma said that she was trying to meet with me and that I was being "uncooperative." Umm, how about the part where I said to see me if you had any specific issues?
Anyway, I met with Senior Associate this morning. She was already aware of the other issues and I told her what I had discussed with Thelma and why I had responded the way that I did. She strongly recommended that I meet with Thelma again, but to schedule the meeting for a limited amount of time to address specific issues. She agreed that this is a staff problem and that it is best if I handle Thelma to send a clear message that I am her boss.
So I told Thelma that we will meet tomorrow morning at 9 for 20 minutes and to have a list of questions prepared. Yes, I intentionally scheduled this meeting for first thing in the morning because she is frequently late. And I very tightly defined what this meeting would entail, because I suspect that what Thelma really wants is a rant session, and we are not going down that path. And she is clearly pissed at me because she didn't get what she demanded. Yea! There's nothing better than a secretary who hates you!
I do not give Thelma more than she can handle (in fact, there are days when I don't give her anything at all) and I am never disrespectful or rude to her. All I want is for her to do her job the way it is supposed to be done. And apparently I am going to have to become the Wicked Witch of the West and point out every mistake she makes to make that happen. And micromanage to ensure that my calendaring is actually done and done properly and that my citations are actually served. Because if a deadline is missed or we have a limitations issue because a petition doesn't get timely serves, it's my head that will roll.
Ugh, I hate managing people.
I am having major issues with my new secretary. We'll call her Thelma. She started the same week that I did and she is assigned to me and the other young, female associate. That's it. There are secretaries out there who dream of a world where they only have to support two attorneys.
Since she's new, I figured part of the problem was just an adjustment period. But it's been 3 months now. Then I started thinking that maybe she's never been a litigation secretary. Nope, apparently she has 20 years experience as a litigation secretary. But I hadn't said much about her problem areas until the other associate, Rita, came into my office one day and asked if I had been having problems. Apparently we are both having the same issues.
The biggie is attention to detail. I give her documents to be formatted and corrected and they aren't done. She has sent incorrect and incomplete sets of documents to clients and courts--or sets with the pages out of order. She mixes up exhibits for court filings. One of my petitions was left at the courthouse for 3 weeks and she ever noticed! She isn't calendering--even when I specifically tell her to calendar something. And she doesn't respond to email.
So in anticipation of upcoming staff reviews, Rita and I decided that we needed to discuss these things with Thelma. Rita met with her last Friday, and I met with her on Tuesday. She was very defensive and indignant. She said that she did not appreciate that we were questioning her competence. I listened to her side of the story and offered potential solutions to the issues that we raised. And it seemed as though we were done.
And then she sent an email demanding to meet with Rita and me together to discuss "miscommunication and competency issues". I responded that we had had an adequate opportunity to discuss these issues already and another meeting would not be a productive use of time. Also, a joint meeting with Rita and me was not necessary because we have different preferences and requirements. But, I also told her that if she had any specific issues to address with me to please see me.
Apparently Thelma did not like my response, because she next tried to circumvent me by going to the senior associate who handles all of the administrative crap. Now that just pissed me off! Thelma said that she was trying to meet with me and that I was being "uncooperative." Umm, how about the part where I said to see me if you had any specific issues?
Anyway, I met with Senior Associate this morning. She was already aware of the other issues and I told her what I had discussed with Thelma and why I had responded the way that I did. She strongly recommended that I meet with Thelma again, but to schedule the meeting for a limited amount of time to address specific issues. She agreed that this is a staff problem and that it is best if I handle Thelma to send a clear message that I am her boss.
So I told Thelma that we will meet tomorrow morning at 9 for 20 minutes and to have a list of questions prepared. Yes, I intentionally scheduled this meeting for first thing in the morning because she is frequently late. And I very tightly defined what this meeting would entail, because I suspect that what Thelma really wants is a rant session, and we are not going down that path. And she is clearly pissed at me because she didn't get what she demanded. Yea! There's nothing better than a secretary who hates you!
I do not give Thelma more than she can handle (in fact, there are days when I don't give her anything at all) and I am never disrespectful or rude to her. All I want is for her to do her job the way it is supposed to be done. And apparently I am going to have to become the Wicked Witch of the West and point out every mistake she makes to make that happen. And micromanage to ensure that my calendaring is actually done and done properly and that my citations are actually served. Because if a deadline is missed or we have a limitations issue because a petition doesn't get timely serves, it's my head that will roll.
Ugh, I hate managing people.
10/22/09
My brain hurts
I have spent the last two days researching issues that take me right back to 1L civ pro. In retrospect, I'm not sure that civ pro is a great first year class--or maybe its just the way it was taught to me. I mean, I know that civ pro covers fundamental issues that are relevant to every type of case, but I just did not really understand the impact back when I had absolutely no understanding of the law. I did not connect the dots and fully understand the concepts back then, and so now I am having to relearn to fundamentals to research very pointed issues. Of course the great irony is that civ pro was one of my highest grades in law school and I had one of the highest grades in our section (top 10).
On the flip side, I took state procedure classes my second and third years, when I had a better understanding of the law and some actual experience from internships. I felt like I really did understand those classes and I have a great grasp of state procedure now. Those classes were my highest grades in law school.
And for my final irony, my worst grades and most detested classes in law school were in contracts and UCC classes--and my practice now revolves around contracts.
On the flip side, I took state procedure classes my second and third years, when I had a better understanding of the law and some actual experience from internships. I felt like I really did understand those classes and I have a great grasp of state procedure now. Those classes were my highest grades in law school.
And for my final irony, my worst grades and most detested classes in law school were in contracts and UCC classes--and my practice now revolves around contracts.
10/21/09
Good for you, Payless!
Last week I attended a conference and one of the break-out sessions was on using social media to promote your business. The presenter talked about the importance of monitoring Internet chatter so that you know what people are saying about you, and then responding in the same forum. She gave an example of a Motrin ad campaign that went way wrong when blogger moms started complaining about it in the blogosphere, leading Motrin to pull the ad within days--but not before hundreds had voiced their discontent via twitter and blog posts.
So yesterday when I checked my stats and saw that someone from Payless HQ had been checking me out, I knew exactly what was going on. A couple of days ago I made an off-handed comment about Payless, and they somehow picked up on the needle that dropped in my tiny little corner of the Internet.
From a business perspective, it is very savvy that Payless is so proactive in protecting its brand. From a consumer perspective, it is a little scary to know that every word you say on the Internet is being monitored by someone. And let me tell you, after attending last week's conference, I visited several Internet monitoring sites to see just where my name is popping up.
Now, before Payless comes after me for mentioning them once again, I will say this: On two separate occasions I have commented on another professional woman's fabulous shoes (one of whom had her Louboutin's tinted red in her black and white wedding pics, so definitely some shoe snobbery there), to have them confess that the fabulous shoes were from Payless.
So yesterday when I checked my stats and saw that someone from Payless HQ had been checking me out, I knew exactly what was going on. A couple of days ago I made an off-handed comment about Payless, and they somehow picked up on the needle that dropped in my tiny little corner of the Internet.
From a business perspective, it is very savvy that Payless is so proactive in protecting its brand. From a consumer perspective, it is a little scary to know that every word you say on the Internet is being monitored by someone. And let me tell you, after attending last week's conference, I visited several Internet monitoring sites to see just where my name is popping up.
Now, before Payless comes after me for mentioning them once again, I will say this: On two separate occasions I have commented on another professional woman's fabulous shoes (one of whom had her Louboutin's tinted red in her black and white wedding pics, so definitely some shoe snobbery there), to have them confess that the fabulous shoes were from Payless.
10/19/09
Batman wears the same suit every day and no one accuses him of being poor
Last Thursday the twins brought home a form to enroll in an after school club that was starting today. The school does club sessions once a semester and they usually fill up quickly, so there have been times when the girls did not make it into the club they wanted. The club they both signed up for this semester required a $15 supply fee, but I did not send it in with the enrollment form because I didn't know if they would make the cut, and we usually receive a notice if they are able to participate.
This morning we were wondering whether the girls had made it into the club and I planned to email their teachers as soon as I got to work this morning. But one teacher beat me to the punch and sent out an email saying:
YOur girls turned in forms for the after school cllubs on Friday. They asked to be in the craft club. You basically have two options. They can be in the craft club but the fee is $15 per girl for supplies. It would be due asap. The other members of the club had to pay by last Friday. The other option is they can be in the spanish club and it is free.
I replied that we never saw the forms before Friday, that we returned them as soon as we got them, and explained why we hadn't sent in a supply fee (see above).
The teacher replied:
I wanted to make sure that the fee wasn't too much for your family because you have to pay double the amount. That's why we gave you the option of the spanish club.Perhaps I am being overly sensitive but I totally interpreted this as the teacher implying that we can't afford $30 in supply fees for our 2 kids. And I know it shouldn't, but it really, really bothers me. Something we have done has caused this teacher to think that we can't take care of our children. (And she clearly has no clue what we spend on horseback riding lessons, violin lessons and soccer, because $30 for two kids to participate in a club for a semester is a steal!) And its not like we don't encounter a double fee for every single activity the twins participate in.
So I've been pondering all day what has led this teacher to determine that we are in financial straits. Of course there is the general state of the economy--but that must not have been a serious consideration, because she assumed that everyone else participating could afford the $15 supply fee.
I think it boils down to the superhero shirts. Yes, my kids are THOSE kids. Right before school started I bought them sparkly, girlie Superman and Batman shirts. And they wear them as soon as they come out of the laundry--often twice per week. DH warned me that the their teachers were going to wonder about them, but I poo-pooed him and said that they can't be the only 8-year-olds who wear their superhero shirts at every opportunity. Nevertheless, we bought them a pink glittery Spiderman shirt and a Wonder Woman shirt to put into the rotation--which to the kids just means that they can now wear superhero shirts 4 days a week!
Of course they have a closet full of clothes--they just choose not to wear them. And while I refuse to shell out the big bucks for designer duds for kids, they wear decent-quality stuff. My own economically challenged childhood ensures that they always have the "right" things. (Growing up in the preppy late 80's and early 90's, THE shoes to have were Cole Haan loafers--but only the elite actually had them. The middle class in my high school had the less expensive, but still leather Eastland loafers. And the poor kids like me had the plastic Payless loafers. My kids just can't understand my aversion to Payless--but they've never had to wear plastic shoes.)
And perhaps there were other misread clues. We recent got a notice from the cafeteria that the twins lunch accounts were $30 overdrawn. I'm sure the teacher put the notice in the folder--but she doesn't know that the accounts were overdrawn because the cafeteria applied the whole of a $150 check to only my oldest daughter's account.
And we didn't order fall pictures. (As a kid, one of my biggest humiliations was at picture-taking time because they lined us up in the order of the size of the package your parents were purchasing. I usually got the smallest package, putting me right at the front of the line.) I never order fall pictures for the kids because you can't see proofs before you order--and they are usually awful. I have hundreds of beautiful pictures of my kids and I refuse to be peer-pressured into buying crappy school pictures.
So I know that I shouldn't be affected, and that I should be thankful that the teacher isn't assuming that we are rolling the the dough--as is so often the assumption people make when they hear "lawyer." But I am. We have a teacher conference on Thursday. Is there a non awkward way to ask, "so why exactly do you think we're poor?"
10/18/09
Maintaining the balance
Finally we have had a nice, even week. All of the kids are healthy again. I left the office before 6:00 every day. No emergencies--except for the microwave suddenly quitting for no apparent reason. But in the scope of the disasters that we have had lately, replacing the microwave was fairly easy and inexpensive.
I don't expect the upcoming week to run quite so smoothly. PS has an orchestra concert tomorrow. We have teacher conferences on Thursday, and we're taking the kids to an uber-geeky multimedia concert experience on Friday. My work to do list is blessedly short--but there's no telling how long that will last.
I've often though of my my work v. life balance as walking a tightrope. Sometimes I fall off on the side of family and sometimes I fall off on the side of work. But there is a net below, and I always manage to climb back up the ladder and keep on going. The last few weeks it felt like I fell every time I took a step, and there were moments when I wasn't so sure I wanted to keep trying. But I did and I survived, because I'm a mom and that's just what we do.
I don't expect the upcoming week to run quite so smoothly. PS has an orchestra concert tomorrow. We have teacher conferences on Thursday, and we're taking the kids to an uber-geeky multimedia concert experience on Friday. My work to do list is blessedly short--but there's no telling how long that will last.
I've often though of my my work v. life balance as walking a tightrope. Sometimes I fall off on the side of family and sometimes I fall off on the side of work. But there is a net below, and I always manage to climb back up the ladder and keep on going. The last few weeks it felt like I fell every time I took a step, and there were moments when I wasn't so sure I wanted to keep trying. But I did and I survived, because I'm a mom and that's just what we do.
10/14/09
Ummm, no thanks
I received an email early this morning from one of the secretaries at work. It said that there would be a potluck on Friday and suggested that we would all need to bring dishes. And then I saw that the email was addressed only to the females in the firm.
WTF?
I work in a heavily male-dominated firm. All of the partners are male. The only other female attorneys are one other associate and a senior associate who works reduced hours. Of course, the entire staff is all female.
I didn't reply immediately--unsure if it was indeed an office-wide luncheon or if the staff was having its own potluck and merely inviting the other associate and me. But the other associate replied, expressing my exact thoughts. And the email-sending secretary confirmed that it was an office-wide potluck, but the "guys" never brought anything, so they didn't even bother asking them this time.
Again, WTF? Sorry, but it's not in my job description (or the staff's) to feed the men in the office. I'm not a huge fan of potlucks in the first place, and I'm not going to scramble with two days' notice to prepare a dish for an event for which only half the office will contribute. Other associate and I are in solidarity that we will not be participating. I've never been one to cater to men, and I'm not about to start now.
WTF?
I work in a heavily male-dominated firm. All of the partners are male. The only other female attorneys are one other associate and a senior associate who works reduced hours. Of course, the entire staff is all female.
I didn't reply immediately--unsure if it was indeed an office-wide luncheon or if the staff was having its own potluck and merely inviting the other associate and me. But the other associate replied, expressing my exact thoughts. And the email-sending secretary confirmed that it was an office-wide potluck, but the "guys" never brought anything, so they didn't even bother asking them this time.
Again, WTF? Sorry, but it's not in my job description (or the staff's) to feed the men in the office. I'm not a huge fan of potlucks in the first place, and I'm not going to scramble with two days' notice to prepare a dish for an event for which only half the office will contribute. Other associate and I are in solidarity that we will not be participating. I've never been one to cater to men, and I'm not about to start now.
10/10/09
Boo!
I can't believe how far into October we are already. We got a costume magazine in the mail a few weeks ago, and the kids have been pouring over it. Unfortunately, most of the pre-teen costumes are trashier than I am comfortable with. So I promised PS that I would make her an awesome (non-slutty) witch costume. We made the witch tutu this afternoon. It took us about 
an hour and the supplies cost $6. I already had the hat--I picked it up on clearance a couple of years ago for about $5. It has purple hair attached, but you can't tell in this pic. Yea for cheap costumes! Now if I can just talk the twins out of the $40 Clone Trooper costumes they are pining after. They went as Darth Vader and a Clone Trooper last year, but are convinced they need the newer cooler costumes that are out this year. I'd rather make more cute, cheap witch tutus. 
an hour and the supplies cost $6. I already had the hat--I picked it up on clearance a couple of years ago for about $5. It has purple hair attached, but you can't tell in this pic. Yea for cheap costumes! Now if I can just talk the twins out of the $40 Clone Trooper costumes they are pining after. They went as Darth Vader and a Clone Trooper last year, but are convinced they need the newer cooler costumes that are out this year. I'd rather make more cute, cheap witch tutus. 10/9/09
The beat goes on...
I keep thinking we're in the clear with all the kid stuff ... and I keep being proved wrong. PS was feeling better on Tuesday, but had to stay home because she was not yet fever-free for 24 hours.
I asked the nanny to come in at 10, planning to leave PS alone for a couple of hours after I left at 8. When I was 20 minutes into my commute to the office, the school called to tell me that both of my twins were in the nurse's office vomiting. I was 99.9% sure it was a reaction to the final dose of Tamiflu that I had just given them (makes you nauseous if you don't eat enough), but the school insisted that I retrieve them.
I hung up and seriously lost my shit. I started bawling uncontrollably. I needed to go to work (I had received a couple of calls late Monday afternoon regarding crises that could have been averted if I had been in the office) and I needed to not have any more sick kids. It was just the straw that broke the camel's back in a completely out-of-control week.
I'm sure the office staff though I was nuts when I picked up the kids all red-eyed. I then cried all the way home, and then for another 10 minutes, locked in my bathroom. Then I cleaned myself up and waited for the nanny so that I could go to work. Of course, the kids were perfectly fine.
Wednesday the kids had no school and again seemed fine. Thursday, everyone was back in school and I thought we were back on the road to normalcy. DH and I went to a concert with friends, so he picked me up from work and we left my car at the office. We finally made it home at midnight--way past my usual bedtime.
And then at 2:00 PS came crawling into our bed, complaining of stomach pains. We were sure it was another kidney stone. I gave her some pain meds and she was able to get a little rest.
She still had pain this morning and we knew she needed to see a doc in light of the recent kidney stone. DH was going to step up and deal with it, because I have a big research project with a short deadline--but we only had one car at home.
So we both took her to the doc. They confirmed that she had blood in her urine and that it was likely the same stone that had never passed. The doc ordered an ultrasound and suggested that if it does not pass soon they may have to go get it.
Fortunately, PS was feeling better by the time we left the doctor's office. She and DH dropped me off at work at 11:15 and DH took her to the ultrasound. We still don't have the results, but the doc told me that he would call tomorrow if he didn't have them this evening.
I worked until 7:30 and will spend a large portion of my weekend hanging out with Lexis. And once again, I'm exhausted. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night, I don't know what is going to happen with my kid, and I feel like my life is never going to be normal again.
I hope that my employers are not questioning their decision to hire a mother of 3. But they haven't said a word about my crazy schedule lately--in fact, I have heard multiple times that everyone is very happy with my work product.
I just hope life levels out soon, because I'm not sure how much longer I can maintain this pace.
I asked the nanny to come in at 10, planning to leave PS alone for a couple of hours after I left at 8. When I was 20 minutes into my commute to the office, the school called to tell me that both of my twins were in the nurse's office vomiting. I was 99.9% sure it was a reaction to the final dose of Tamiflu that I had just given them (makes you nauseous if you don't eat enough), but the school insisted that I retrieve them.
I hung up and seriously lost my shit. I started bawling uncontrollably. I needed to go to work (I had received a couple of calls late Monday afternoon regarding crises that could have been averted if I had been in the office) and I needed to not have any more sick kids. It was just the straw that broke the camel's back in a completely out-of-control week.
I'm sure the office staff though I was nuts when I picked up the kids all red-eyed. I then cried all the way home, and then for another 10 minutes, locked in my bathroom. Then I cleaned myself up and waited for the nanny so that I could go to work. Of course, the kids were perfectly fine.
Wednesday the kids had no school and again seemed fine. Thursday, everyone was back in school and I thought we were back on the road to normalcy. DH and I went to a concert with friends, so he picked me up from work and we left my car at the office. We finally made it home at midnight--way past my usual bedtime.
And then at 2:00 PS came crawling into our bed, complaining of stomach pains. We were sure it was another kidney stone. I gave her some pain meds and she was able to get a little rest.
She still had pain this morning and we knew she needed to see a doc in light of the recent kidney stone. DH was going to step up and deal with it, because I have a big research project with a short deadline--but we only had one car at home.
So we both took her to the doc. They confirmed that she had blood in her urine and that it was likely the same stone that had never passed. The doc ordered an ultrasound and suggested that if it does not pass soon they may have to go get it.
Fortunately, PS was feeling better by the time we left the doctor's office. She and DH dropped me off at work at 11:15 and DH took her to the ultrasound. We still don't have the results, but the doc told me that he would call tomorrow if he didn't have them this evening.
I worked until 7:30 and will spend a large portion of my weekend hanging out with Lexis. And once again, I'm exhausted. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night, I don't know what is going to happen with my kid, and I feel like my life is never going to be normal again.
I hope that my employers are not questioning their decision to hire a mother of 3. But they haven't said a word about my crazy schedule lately--in fact, I have heard multiple times that everyone is very happy with my work product.
I just hope life levels out soon, because I'm not sure how much longer I can maintain this pace.
10/5/09
Yes, children are resilient
So the sick kid decided to put her ticket money plus her birthday money into an ipod touch. She spent all evening loading it up with tunes and apps, and seems to have forgotten about the concert she missed.
I do feel a little indulgent allowing my 11 year old to have a $200 device that I couldn't have even dreamed about at that age. I want my kids to understand how fortunate they are to have the things that they have--and I don't think they're there yet. But she's a good kid and she bought it with her own money, so hopefully this will be a lesson in responsibility (and not the kind that ends in tears.)
I do feel a little indulgent allowing my 11 year old to have a $200 device that I couldn't have even dreamed about at that age. I want my kids to understand how fortunate they are to have the things that they have--and I don't think they're there yet. But she's a good kid and she bought it with her own money, so hopefully this will be a lesson in responsibility (and not the kind that ends in tears.)
So here I sit
blogging, not working. Took PS to the doc this morning. Yep, she has the flu. No concert for her tonight. She's taking it fairly well, and DH managed to sell the tix to a coworker.
Now I'm just trying to line up childcare for the rest of the week. I am fortunate to have a nanny willing to care for flu-infected children and PS doesn't seem to be nearly as affected as her sisters were. But, PS will have to miss school again tomorrow and all three are out on Wednesday for "fair day." And nanny has class today and Wednesday. Then DH and I have plans to go out with old friends on Thursday--not the best week for this, but they have already purchased tickets. Hopefully by then everyone will be back to normal.
DH and I have both stayed miraculously well. Hopefully that sticks.
Now, I really need to bill some hours. I crossed all of my big projects off my to do list last week, but I have a brainless doc review that I can work on today while PS chills on the couch.
Now I'm just trying to line up childcare for the rest of the week. I am fortunate to have a nanny willing to care for flu-infected children and PS doesn't seem to be nearly as affected as her sisters were. But, PS will have to miss school again tomorrow and all three are out on Wednesday for "fair day." And nanny has class today and Wednesday. Then DH and I have plans to go out with old friends on Thursday--not the best week for this, but they have already purchased tickets. Hopefully by then everyone will be back to normal.
DH and I have both stayed miraculously well. Hopefully that sticks.
Now, I really need to bill some hours. I crossed all of my big projects off my to do list last week, but I have a brainless doc review that I can work on today while PS chills on the couch.
10/4/09
Problem Girl
I somehow managed to survive the last week, although there were moments when I was not sure that I was going to. The work/mommy balance has been a real struggle--harder than it has been since my first year of law school, I think (when SS had pneumonia 4 times!)
After DH missed work on Monday and Tuesday, the nanny stayed with the kids on Wednesday, but I left work early to take them to the doctor when it became apparent that there was more than just a cold going on.
I absolutely hated leaving them to go to work on Thursday--but my nanny was ok with watching them and I had hard deadline for an MSJ response and I was the only person who could take care of it. I had hoped I could file it early and head home to care for my kiddos, but the day stretched on, beyond my control, and I was left working until after 6:30 and feeling like the sucky mom of the year.
By Friday, the twins' fevers had broken (but they had a 24 hour waiting period before they could return to school) and I felt much more comfortable leaving them with the nanny. But, by 2:00 the nanny had developed a fever, so I headed home early.
Twins were fine when I was home on Friday, and again on Saturday. Finally let them out of the house today and we ran a few errands. By the time we returned home, they were completely pooped and passed out on the couch. I hope they can make it through the school day tomorrow.
And now my poor PS has a fever. She is devastated because she got concert tix for her birthday, and the concert is tomorrow. I feel so badly for her, it was supposed to be her first concert and she was so excited. And we aren't sure what to do with the tix. We can try to sell her tickets, but I'm not sure of our chances of success at this late date. DH and I offered to buy the tix from her and let her use the money for whatever she wants--but she is not at all happy about the prospect of us going to "her" concert. I don't blame her--it is salt in the wounds to see someone else enjoying something that is supposed to be yours. But I also cannot bring myself to throw away $80 worth of concert tickets. I have suggested an alternative activity for next weekend that I think she is on board with, and may ease some of the pain of missing her concert. But still, it's not what she has been looking forward to for weeks.
So, it appears likely that PS will be out of school tomorrow, and that I will be home with her because our nanny has class (but nanny is feeling better and does not have the flu.) And I'm sure I need to take PS to the doc to rule out the flu--her symptoms are different from her sisters' so hopefully it is just a cold.
And I have the constant pressure of guilt. Guilt when I'm not at work, because I fear that in the interview process I built myself to be someone that I am not. Guilt when I'm at work because I should be the one taking care of my sick kids. Guilt that I'm not doing the best job possible at being a lawyer or a mom right now and wondering if I have deluded myself into thinking I could handle it all when I am really not handling it all very well right now.
After DH missed work on Monday and Tuesday, the nanny stayed with the kids on Wednesday, but I left work early to take them to the doctor when it became apparent that there was more than just a cold going on.
I absolutely hated leaving them to go to work on Thursday--but my nanny was ok with watching them and I had hard deadline for an MSJ response and I was the only person who could take care of it. I had hoped I could file it early and head home to care for my kiddos, but the day stretched on, beyond my control, and I was left working until after 6:30 and feeling like the sucky mom of the year.
By Friday, the twins' fevers had broken (but they had a 24 hour waiting period before they could return to school) and I felt much more comfortable leaving them with the nanny. But, by 2:00 the nanny had developed a fever, so I headed home early.
Twins were fine when I was home on Friday, and again on Saturday. Finally let them out of the house today and we ran a few errands. By the time we returned home, they were completely pooped and passed out on the couch. I hope they can make it through the school day tomorrow.
And now my poor PS has a fever. She is devastated because she got concert tix for her birthday, and the concert is tomorrow. I feel so badly for her, it was supposed to be her first concert and she was so excited. And we aren't sure what to do with the tix. We can try to sell her tickets, but I'm not sure of our chances of success at this late date. DH and I offered to buy the tix from her and let her use the money for whatever she wants--but she is not at all happy about the prospect of us going to "her" concert. I don't blame her--it is salt in the wounds to see someone else enjoying something that is supposed to be yours. But I also cannot bring myself to throw away $80 worth of concert tickets. I have suggested an alternative activity for next weekend that I think she is on board with, and may ease some of the pain of missing her concert. But still, it's not what she has been looking forward to for weeks.
So, it appears likely that PS will be out of school tomorrow, and that I will be home with her because our nanny has class (but nanny is feeling better and does not have the flu.) And I'm sure I need to take PS to the doc to rule out the flu--her symptoms are different from her sisters' so hopefully it is just a cold.
And I have the constant pressure of guilt. Guilt when I'm not at work, because I fear that in the interview process I built myself to be someone that I am not. Guilt when I'm at work because I should be the one taking care of my sick kids. Guilt that I'm not doing the best job possible at being a lawyer or a mom right now and wondering if I have deluded myself into thinking I could handle it all when I am really not handling it all very well right now.
10/1/09
I'm exhausted
Between sick kids, insanity at work, and my pro bono client demanding action after she sat on her petition for two months I am just about at my breaking point.
Fortunately, PS seems recovered from her kidney stone and the twins are quickly getting over the flu.
And I got my brief filed at 6:00 tonight.
But there are certain aspect of my job that I am not very happy about right now. Mostly office management type stuff. It really feels like the secretaries are ruling the roost, and every time one of them bitches, it adversely affects me. Unfortunately, having had my job a mere 2 months, I don't really feel like I can bitch about these issues.
Hopefully I can make it through tomorrow with no major issues. And then spend all weekend hiding under the covers pretending I have the flu (provided that my germy little critters who love to snuggle when they're sick don't actually give me the flu.)
Fortunately, PS seems recovered from her kidney stone and the twins are quickly getting over the flu.
And I got my brief filed at 6:00 tonight.
But there are certain aspect of my job that I am not very happy about right now. Mostly office management type stuff. It really feels like the secretaries are ruling the roost, and every time one of them bitches, it adversely affects me. Unfortunately, having had my job a mere 2 months, I don't really feel like I can bitch about these issues.
Hopefully I can make it through tomorrow with no major issues. And then spend all weekend hiding under the covers pretending I have the flu (provided that my germy little critters who love to snuggle when they're sick don't actually give me the flu.)
9/30/09
Not getting any better
SS was sent home from school yesterday with a fever and TT was sent home today (and we checked her this morning and she was perfectly fine!) Turns out they have the swine flu. Seriously--I have three kids and two get the swing flu and the third gets a kidney stone ALL IN ONE WEEK?
Meanwhile I have an MSJ response due tomorrow. I just got it Monday afternoon and I have never worked on the case before. The attorney to whom the case belongs had a last-minute mediation pop up and he will be out tomorrow. Which means that I have to finish the damn thing tonight so that he can sign off on it before he heads out in the morning.
And I would already be done, but I had to take the twins to the doc. DH already missed Mon and Tue with sick kids and I couldn't dodge again.
And somewhere in the middle of all this we bought a new car today. It's nice to be rid of the clown car, but it is just one more thing that I did not have time to deal with today.
Ok, must resume work on my MSJ response--but I had to bitch a little first. Can I have a caffeine IV please? This may be a long night.
Meanwhile I have an MSJ response due tomorrow. I just got it Monday afternoon and I have never worked on the case before. The attorney to whom the case belongs had a last-minute mediation pop up and he will be out tomorrow. Which means that I have to finish the damn thing tonight so that he can sign off on it before he heads out in the morning.
And I would already be done, but I had to take the twins to the doc. DH already missed Mon and Tue with sick kids and I couldn't dodge again.
And somewhere in the middle of all this we bought a new car today. It's nice to be rid of the clown car, but it is just one more thing that I did not have time to deal with today.
Ok, must resume work on my MSJ response--but I had to bitch a little first. Can I have a caffeine IV please? This may be a long night.
9/28/09
Update on Other People's Parents
I just received another comment on this post, which reminded me that I needed to update this story.
So the week after Friend spent the weekend with us, she disappeared off the face of the planet. Apparently she came to school on a Thursday, told some kids that she was packing up to move, was pulled from school early the same day, and hasn't been seen since. There is a for sale sign in front of her house.
PS is sure that Friend had no idea that she would be moving. How bizarre is this story?
So the week after Friend spent the weekend with us, she disappeared off the face of the planet. Apparently she came to school on a Thursday, told some kids that she was packing up to move, was pulled from school early the same day, and hasn't been seen since. There is a for sale sign in front of her house.
PS is sure that Friend had no idea that she would be moving. How bizarre is this story?
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