It’s official! Our middle child has joined the ranks of the infamous day camp! He was a little nervous yesterday morning as we went through the final checks of his backpack – does he have a change of clothes (check), extra pull up for just in case accidents (check), snack (check), blanket for nap time (check). I looked over at him and realized that my little baby boy is growing up. Won’t be long before he is racing out the house and leaving us behind.
Of course, the hubby noticed my apprehension and comforted me subtly so I wouldn’t burst into tears. I held them in and kept my concerns in check. I chose to go into work late so that I could witness this important milestone. The drop off went without a hitch. He went into the classroom and left me behind without even a goodbye. The promise of fun activities and pizza for lunch lured him away. I checked on him later on and he had already assimilated into school life, standing at the door quietly, waiting to go into the gym.
My husband reports that at the end of the day he was very happy to go home but had a great time and is excited to go back. Most importantly, he was dry! We are definitely on our way to being fully potty trained.
And so we begin the second day of camp and I went off to work, hoping that my precious son will be safe and happy. He must have thought about his poor Mommy because he called me from his Dad’s phone to tell me to have a good day at work and that he was going to school to play with this friends.
Life goes on…
Are you a workaholic? If you answered yes, then you probably have worked while being sick. “Oh it’s just the sniffles,” you’ve called the flu. “A tickle in my chest,” you’ve called pneumonia. All the while, you are helping to spread germs around the office. And it doesn’t end there. More and more of us feel guilty about taking vacation time, as if the office will come to an end because we aren’t there.
Lesson: You are only hurting yourself.
I learned this lesson the hard way when I got bronchitis a few years ago. A supervisor called me (yes I answered the phone) and requested that I develop a banner for an overseas conference. Telling me that it was needed right away and if I could help it would most appreciated, I tossed my meds to the side and set to work. I worked all day long and felt worse than I had when I took the dreaded call. Turned out, the banner didn’t need to be completed that day! I worked for nothing!
The truth is that we all get sick or need a mental health day at one point, it’s just a part of life and it’s ok.
So let’s walk through this together:
Step 1 – You feel sick
Step 2 – Pick up your phone and email your supervisor and say, I am taking a sick day today.
Step 3 – Put the phone down and take care of yourself
See how easy that was?
Lesson: Don’t be fooled into thinking that working through being sick will be make you more appreciated. Take the time to take care of yourself, and be nice to your colleagues by not spreading the germs.
I should have named this post “The Adventures of Common Core”. My eldest, a bright and active six year old, has the absolute thrill of her life to be in kindergarten. You remember kindergarten, right? Recess, nap time, learning to cut and paste, rug time and lots of snacks.
Not…anymore. Instead of spending time learning about school, my kindergartner and her classmates are treated like first graders. We’re talking book reports, addition, special projects and ordinal numbers.
After getting out of school at 4pm and a quick nap (because she falls asleep in the car), my husband and I switch turns going over the “Daily News”, which includes a ton of sight words and instructions for what is expected to be completed. In addition, there’s also a homework sheet, and the students are instructed to pick an activity from the “Homework Calendar”. And if she doesn’t pass out on us, then we have her work on some items on the classroom approved website.
I know what you are thinking…where’s dinner? Where’s that family time? All of it is smashed together. Between the hours of 5-8pm, we move at lightening speed to get in homework, dinner, chores, family time, and a quick bath. Talk about exhausting!
All of this work equals tired parents ( who have already gone to work that day) and tired children. I can’t imagine what it is going to be like when the other two rugrats enter school. I wonder if we could hire a nanny just to do the homework…
I think I am probably one of the few women that have a great relationship with their Mother-in-Law. Our bond comes from an interesting potion based on the premise that she understands where I am coming from and genuinely respects the relationship that I have with her son. Our relationship with one another doesn’t come between the rapport that I have with my own Mother, who unfortunately lives 1,000 miles away.
However, the bond that we have flows to the relationship she maintains with my daughter. Those who know them can tell you that they are major BFF’s…never to be separated. I know that I can trust my Mother-in-Law with my daughter and that she will always have her back. She follows our ideas on discipline and encourages her to be a smart and independent little girl. And now that I have a little boy on the way, I am sure that he will treasure his relationship with his grandmother as much as his sister. In an article that I read on Babble, there seems to be a little science that backs up the benefits to our relationship. According to the article, Living Next To Mother-in-Law Makes Healthier Babies, Suggests Study (We’re Not Joking), there are health benefits to women who live closer to their Mother-in-Laws.
A new study out of Sheffield University suggests that proximity to your mother-in-law is invaluable. Dr. Virpi Lummaa studied 300 years’ worth of records up until the year 2000 and found that moms who live close to their mothers-in-law were less likely to have babies who died in infancy. In addition, “sons and daughters married younger if their mothers were alive, they also had more children and had smaller gaps in time between each birth.”
The whole idea might seem wacky to those whose relationship with their dreaded MIL’s is less than satisfying, but I guess I can speak for those women who don’t have those poor experiences when I say it makes sense. My Mother-in-Law rocks and I am not ashamed to say it!