- Sweeping the floor
- Doing dishes
- Figuring out the next meal, right after the current meal is eaten
- Answering Nessness’ endless “why?” questions
- Keeping the living room rug visible
- Wiping sticky faces/hands/chairs/toys/tables/floors
And I DO have to do it one more time…every day. To not do these things would make my surroundings too chaotic for me to be sane in. Alas we can’t afford to outsource these tasks yet. It’ll take a few more years before the kids can do it themselves too. So, I must just KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON…ONE MORE TIME.
What’s on your list of never ending things to do?
39 months, Nessness
I wonder what, if anything, Nessness will remember from this period of her life. One of my earliest memories was of trying to find my toy and I was looking in a closet. I can still recall the frustrating feeling in my brain of not being able to recall where I put that toy and how I kept looking and looking. I don’t remember what toy it was though. Another one was of being on my parent’s bed in the evening. I remember the glow of a light above me as I sprawled on my belly. I was probably around three or four.
Nessness mixes up her time periods. She’ll refer to “this morning before nap” as “yesterday”. She’ll also refer to various events in the past as “today” or “yesterday”. But she remembers the event. She recognizes the boardwalk in Steveston that she and her cousin played along when they visited in April. She remembers random places that she’s hidden away a hair elastic when I ask her to grab one. She remembers what she’s tucked away in her plastic Easter eggs and lined up in order on her shelf. She remembers her nanny from a year ago as well as what they played together that one time. She totally remembers if I said I’d take her to the park and failed to do so.
One time I dismantled the gingerbread house she and Daddy built this past Christmas, and put all the pieces in a ziploc bag on the counter. She saw it, went up to the counter, pointed and said, “Who took apart my gingerbread man house?” I replied, “I did.” She furrowed her brows, “I’m not happy. I build this with baba.” I apologized. And then EVERY DAY for a MONTH she’d point to the ziplocked gingerbread house and say, “Who took apart my gingerbread man house? Mommy. I’m not happy about this. I build with baba.” Even after I threw away the stale leftovers, she’d point to that spot on the counter where I last had it. I bet this Christmas she’ll remind me of the time I threw away her gingerbread man house.
I hope she forgets my mommy fails though. The times when I should’ve been more understanding instead of being frustrated with her toddlerness. I’m counting on childhood amnesia to take care of that. I hope to create more times when she’s laughing instead of when she’s upset so she can, if she does, think back and remember there was happiness.
What’s your earliest memory?
39 months, Nessness
“Turn on the music!”
“Didi (little brother) is awake, make music louder!”
“Give me a fork!” (or whatever utensil I didn’t already give her)
“I want see!”
“I don’t want to”
“I do it”
“Stop talking. I not listening”
“Don’t do that”
12 months, Obiwan
- your big big smiles and mostly toothless grins
- your hearty laugh
- that you’re ticklish
- the way you climb onto me to look at my face
- how cute your crawl is
- your meaty hands and feet
- how you love to eat and will yell for more food, faster
- the way you sign for more food or sign “all done”
- your baby talk, I think you can almost say “nai nai” (milk)
- your focus and determination when you have your eyes set on something
- how you enjoy making music on the xylophone, piano, and anything else you can hit together
- the way you converse in grunts and baby babble
- how you still snuggle, albeit for briefer periods of time than before
Happy FIRST Birthday little man!
We love you!
I was mulling and wrestling with whether or not to go back to work. Last Friday, I received my answer. From the end of March until last week I hadn’t received any sort of reply from my manager, director or the HR coordinator for my department. And then I received an email to phone in regarding my employment at the Company. It felt ominous.
Well, in short, I got laid off. In part because policy changes no longer allow for remote workers, and because there really wasn’t much left for me to do. Even before going on this mat leave, 85% of my work was getting automated. Which is why I asked for part time, but I guess it’s cheaper to give the little I had left to someone already there.
It feels…..weird…for lack of a better word, to have this decision made for me. As I mull over it however, I realize it’s a gracious answer to prayer. It’s a clear answer. And, because this comes with a severance package, I’m getting much more than I would’ve if I made a decision to resign. It’s bittersweet though. Last Friday was also my 12th work anniversary date with the Company. I even received a card congratulating me on my years of service from the CIO. Haha. I’ve come full circle. Twelve years is a good run.
What’s next? Not sure yet. It’s a whole new chapter.