Are you too modest about your financial success? Are you comfortable sharing your financial accomplishments? Do you share offline, or online, or not at all? I almost never share anything offline.
This post makes my heart go UGHHHH. I am so not ok with people having keys to my house if they are prone to popping by without warning and don’t ask permission first.
One Frugal Girl and I remain anonymous for many similar reasons.
This is a thoroughly depressing article because I live in California and we’re close enough to the coast that we may have to worry about this soon, but it’s an important read. Also the LA Times made a game: Can you save your town? This will be as successful as my attempts at Oregon Trail, I’m sure.
What Does Division of Labor Look Like In Your Household? How feminist are we really? I anticipate feeling like this a bit when JB starts kindergarten. I don’t know WHY because PiC frequently takes the lead on child-education meetings: he calls into the parent-teacher meetings, he makes time to attend the voluntary events, he does more than his fair share of parent-teacher facetime. There’s no reason for me to think that he wouldn’t do the same for elementary school. But I suspect that I’m going to still feel responsible/unwarranted guilt just because that’s how I’m geared and because elementary school will be closer to me than daycare is to him.
LOOK at that baby go!
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These stats made me laugh because neither of us have this much luxury of down time DAILY. But I don’t consider the hour(s) I spend reading at night down time since it’s really “I am trying to fall asleep” time: “In 2018, the average working woman spent three hours 45 minutes each day relaxing or exercising, down from the previous year. Working mothers spent about 15 minutes less on such activities.
By contrast, working men allocated around four hours 40 minutes to leisure and sports, while fathers enjoyed about four hours downtime each day.“
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I have adored Sir Terry Pratchett‘s books since high school, and I’m sad I never got a chance to meet him at a convention.
Tenacious J’s contemplating a midlife crisis. I’m pretty ragey these days too but it’s a combination of professional stress, personal exhaustion, and what our country is doing. It makes sense.
I did not know that Murderinos were a thing and it’s a creepy thing to be forced to hear at work if you’re not into it.
This quote made me click through to read the article I assumed I’d disagree with: “Poverty is not much of a teacher. There’s not much to learn; it’s all necessity. And at the rich end, it’s hard to create the kind of artificial scarcity that you need to make decisions seem as though they mean anything.”
In my experience, dealing with necessity was a learning experience and some people never learn because they never have to. The stakes were never high enough that they needed to make the right choice every single time, so they never learned to analyze the choices in front of them. They always had a safety net so it was not just ok to flounder and make mistakes but to never really get your feet under you. Sometimes that’s totally fine. Sometimes, they reach a tough point of their lives later on and don’t know if they have the strength to make it through because they’ve never been tested. Heck, my sibling sure never learned any of those lessons but it mattered in his case because we had no safety net. Poverty isn’t THE way to learn it but I don’t know how to teach the lessons I learned without inflicting the trauma of impoverishment and living in brokenness, worrying about every penny, on JB.
But as to the article itself, I do agree that it’s gotta be tough to grow up at either end of the spectrum. People scoff when I say I pity the Royal Kids or even Beyonce’s kids a bit – they’re growing up uber wealthy sure, but that’s not wealth they earned and they’re growing up in the limelight they didn’t ask for or choose, and under expectations of either Royal composure or Massive Talent and Drive and that has got to be tough. The money’s nice but I would never ever trade my chosen existence for that kind of life where privacy isn’t the default.
Herman the Worm
This came up on random shuffle when we were listening to kids songs on YouTube, we were bemused to discover that JB knew all the hand movements.
For health reasons, I generally don’t get more than 5000 steps on average, not if I also want to get all my work done, be a present parent and partner, feed my family and tend to our dogs. The energy expenditure required to hit 10,000 steps a day simply isn’t worth it. Good to know that 10,000 steps baseline was totally not based on science.
The news just keeps making me sicker. This country is doing horrific, inhuman things.
I keep going back and forth on whether to take a cruise but knowing this makes me, at the very least, cross Princess and Carnival off our list: “Miami-based Carnival pleaded guilty Monday to six probation violations, including the dumping of plastic mixed with food waste in Bahamian waters. The company also admitted sending teams to visit ships before the inspections to fix any environmental compliance violations, falsifying training records and contacting the U.S. Coast Guard to try to redefine what would be a “major non-conformity” of their environmental compliance plan.…Carnival has had a long history of dumping plastic trash and oily discharge from its ships, with violations dating back to 1993.”
I haven’t seen Endgame yet, but I don’t mind spoilers myself so if you do, do NOT click this link. For those who don’t mind or have already seen it, Drea’s psychological analysis of the movie is worth reading.
The Same Story About My Mom: The other day, I was teaching a gender studies class — nine teenage girls all anxious to say the right thing, their desks in a circle — and my students and I were talking about mothers. We were talking about the impossible positions they are placed in, the ways in which they are our models; we were talking about what little space moms have to also need and also want.
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There is a gaping hole perhaps for all of us, where our mother does not match up with mother as we believe it’s meant to mean and all it’s meant to give us. What I cannot tell her is all that I would tell her if I could find a way to not still be sad and angry about that.
I wish relationships with mothers didn’t seem so fraught sometimes.
This is, oddly enough, how I think about parenting: what time remains to me to spend with JB (or our dogs). I wonder if this is a side effect of losing so many loved ones in our teens and 20s.
I find this sort of story on kinkeeping that ignores the parent to grandparent relationship to be rather exhausting: “Thus, you hear sorrowful tales like this one of a 72-year-old grandmother whose name I am not using to prevent further discord. She moved to Southern California last year to help her son and his wife with their new baby, her first grandchild. “I expected I’d be hands-on, babysitting in the evenings,” she told me.
It hasn’t worked out that way. Her daughter-in-law, whom she didn’t know well before her pregnancy, “did not want me to be close,” she said, and didn’t accept gifts and offers of help.”
One, I don’t know how it makes sense to uproot your life to be near a new grandchild if you haven’t developed any closeness with one of the new parents, and particularly the one you’re not related to. I don’t understand that presumption. I understand wanting to share this new stage of life, as a parent, but if I wasn’t close to the new grandparent, I think it would be equally presumptuous to assume they’d want to care for my new child. Two, birthing a child didn’t automatically make me want to be any closer to anyone who I hadn’t grown close to before the kid was born. I welcomed it when it happened organically, but basing it solely on the existence of the kid made as much sense to me as basing adult/mom friendships on the existence of kid friendships. It doesn’t work like that for me. I know it does for other people but why is there is automatic assumption that we’re to welcome everyone with open arms and zero discernment? Personally, in that DIL’s shoes, I’d have been quite wary of the new grandmother and her assumptions.
