.. and hoping the trend continues. Toddler still takes 1-2 hours to fall asleep but now without as much screaming/crying and without one of us having to be in the room. I really hope this is a lasting change because I was having nervous breakdowns on a nightly basis .. listen to you kid screaming "mommmyyyyy" that much while fighting going to bed when you know getting 8 hours of sleep for him is not enough and unhealthy and will give him a miserable day tomorrow and you'll be pulling your hair over what you're doing wrong and what a horrible person you are, as well. Anyway ..
Still unemployed but since I can't really survive without the stress of deadlines and "accomplishing" we've decided this is the perfect time to develop an idea I've had. So startup it is. Gives me something to fret over (other than housework and stuff) and get distracted by which is seemingly something I really need in order to stay sane. We'll see where this goes but I'm 100% in .. there's no trying or wishy-washy attempts. I'm already busting my butt and stressing myself in the process a lot more than I should but damn it I want it and I want it bad!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Unemployment
So this is my first day of being officially unemployed. I have 3 1/2 months until baby comes and 3 1/2 months of doing whatever the heck I want because seemingly no one wants to hire a pregnant woman this close to her due date (although, 3 months is not that close). My whole office got laid off effective of the 31st so ta-da!
I am really sort of hating this already. It's 1PM and I haven't really done anything. Put dishes away, started laundry and then applied for some jobs per requirement of the unemployment office. We've decided the toddler is staying in school so the unemployment will cover that .. and just that. He's going through potty training, having a hard time in general with going to bed and tantrums and all that and there's a baby on the way so taking him out of the school he's been in for the past year does not seem like a good idea. There will be plenty of changes coming, he doesn't need to be uprooted from his friends and routine. Plus, once I start looking for a job I will need to make sure he will be in school. In this area preschools have long waiting lists so I am not willing to risk not having a place for him to go.
On the other hand unemployment covers his school and that's about it which terrifies me. We have some saved up but we had a savings plan for the next 3 months and weren't planning on living off of savings until end of March. So I'm freaking out a little bit. There's some credit and some 401k if we really need to but that doesn't give me any sort of comfort.
Then there's the migraines (or at least that's the last conclusion we got to) .. with the faintness and the going blind and the seeing painful bright spots, which is not very conducive to jobs requiring standing or hauling stuff around. I was convinced this was the way to go. Everyone told me to stay home .. that my mental and physical state are in need of some recuperation. And they're probably right.
So again, here it is, 1PM. By this time I would have worked on some code, helped out a few coworkers, committed some stuff, attended a meeting, planned tasks for the rest of the week, etc. But instead I've gotten very little done. I guess I should take it easy on myself. It's my first day and it's damned depressing to be here. But there are some benefits:
1. I do have a long list of things that need doing around the house
2. we'll be able to eat better since now I will have time to actually go to the grocery store, cook, etc (this relates more to having the energy not just the time .. which lately I've been missing despite the 3/4 of an espresso shot I allow myself a little of throughout the day)
3. There are a couple of technologies useful in future jobs I will have time to read/learn about
4. Have a lot of books I would like to finish (some of parenting, buddhism and the two I haven't had chance to finish Schumpeter's "Capitalism socialism and democracy" and Smith's "The theory of moral sentiments"
5. Finally some time when I can work out .. I'm 6 months pregnant and have not worked once in this entire pregnancy which makes me feel very unprepared for The Event which last time took 22 hours and a lot of physical work; last time I had also worked out AND done yoga on an almost daily basis.
So, some bright spots there.
I am really sort of hating this already. It's 1PM and I haven't really done anything. Put dishes away, started laundry and then applied for some jobs per requirement of the unemployment office. We've decided the toddler is staying in school so the unemployment will cover that .. and just that. He's going through potty training, having a hard time in general with going to bed and tantrums and all that and there's a baby on the way so taking him out of the school he's been in for the past year does not seem like a good idea. There will be plenty of changes coming, he doesn't need to be uprooted from his friends and routine. Plus, once I start looking for a job I will need to make sure he will be in school. In this area preschools have long waiting lists so I am not willing to risk not having a place for him to go.
On the other hand unemployment covers his school and that's about it which terrifies me. We have some saved up but we had a savings plan for the next 3 months and weren't planning on living off of savings until end of March. So I'm freaking out a little bit. There's some credit and some 401k if we really need to but that doesn't give me any sort of comfort.
Then there's the migraines (or at least that's the last conclusion we got to) .. with the faintness and the going blind and the seeing painful bright spots, which is not very conducive to jobs requiring standing or hauling stuff around. I was convinced this was the way to go. Everyone told me to stay home .. that my mental and physical state are in need of some recuperation. And they're probably right.
So again, here it is, 1PM. By this time I would have worked on some code, helped out a few coworkers, committed some stuff, attended a meeting, planned tasks for the rest of the week, etc. But instead I've gotten very little done. I guess I should take it easy on myself. It's my first day and it's damned depressing to be here. But there are some benefits:
1. I do have a long list of things that need doing around the house
2. we'll be able to eat better since now I will have time to actually go to the grocery store, cook, etc (this relates more to having the energy not just the time .. which lately I've been missing despite the 3/4 of an espresso shot I allow myself a little of throughout the day)
3. There are a couple of technologies useful in future jobs I will have time to read/learn about
4. Have a lot of books I would like to finish (some of parenting, buddhism and the two I haven't had chance to finish Schumpeter's "Capitalism socialism and democracy" and Smith's "The theory of moral sentiments"
5. Finally some time when I can work out .. I'm 6 months pregnant and have not worked once in this entire pregnancy which makes me feel very unprepared for The Event which last time took 22 hours and a lot of physical work; last time I had also worked out AND done yoga on an almost daily basis.
So, some bright spots there.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Meh
I had a lot of self-directing anger but what was left by the time I reached my computer was just this washed up fatalistic attitude. I've been seriously depressed lately questioning everything from my existence to the existence of baby #2. I am so hopeless about the world yet I bring another creature in it? For what? To expand the suffering to someone I love and continue to maintain, actually, worsen the status quo of the world? What a fucking idiot am I?
And of course all the doubts I've had positive answers to are now showing their monstrous heads as if before I had only peaked at them in the dark; as if I didn't really understand, but now, after the fact it's all become clear. Clearer because of what? because my brain is drowning in extra hormones and stress? Right.
It sort of started about 3 weeks ago when after so many months of migraines and debilitating nausea I started to really hate myself for having only about 1/2 of the energy I used to have for baby G. All my "escapes" were gone (mostly culinary and wine-related) and my self-restraint became 0. I had no patience and continuously snapped at baby G (no longer a baby I don't think at 2 and 1/2) only to feel ashamed and regretful and broken hearted over disappointing him 30 seconds later. Then this feeling of resentment towards this pregnancy and the fact that the even ethereal presence of this baby is making me a worse parent to G. Yeah, resentment. Can I get the mom of the year award now please?
I love my son so much and I want him to have the best of me, all the time. And I want to have the energy to at least try to feed him good foods and play with him, and teach him things and just really be human around him. And now this baby was preventing all that and bringing the worse out of me. Shit! I'd made a mistake. Crap! How can I say that .. I really do love this baby, I feel so guilty for saying it. I mean if guilt-free I could terminate this pregnancy I wouldn't. We want this baby in our life. But I really can't stand myself anymore.
So I've been reading like a maniac cose that's what I do when I'm at an impasse. Mainly buddhist literature on handling anger and learning to live in the moment, separated from expectations, etc. All sorts of books on raising calm and compassionate children. And they've helped .. that with lemon balm tea which is really the only relaxing tea I can have. Some days though nothing can bring me back from the brink and I just want to stop existing, stop feeling and stop thinking. Mostly stop thinking. Today was one of those days. It hasn't gotten much better but at least I typed this. I am dreading now dealing with myself once G wakes up from his nap. I wish I could be with him without me. I'm so sick of me.
And of course all the doubts I've had positive answers to are now showing their monstrous heads as if before I had only peaked at them in the dark; as if I didn't really understand, but now, after the fact it's all become clear. Clearer because of what? because my brain is drowning in extra hormones and stress? Right.
It sort of started about 3 weeks ago when after so many months of migraines and debilitating nausea I started to really hate myself for having only about 1/2 of the energy I used to have for baby G. All my "escapes" were gone (mostly culinary and wine-related) and my self-restraint became 0. I had no patience and continuously snapped at baby G (no longer a baby I don't think at 2 and 1/2) only to feel ashamed and regretful and broken hearted over disappointing him 30 seconds later. Then this feeling of resentment towards this pregnancy and the fact that the even ethereal presence of this baby is making me a worse parent to G. Yeah, resentment. Can I get the mom of the year award now please?
I love my son so much and I want him to have the best of me, all the time. And I want to have the energy to at least try to feed him good foods and play with him, and teach him things and just really be human around him. And now this baby was preventing all that and bringing the worse out of me. Shit! I'd made a mistake. Crap! How can I say that .. I really do love this baby, I feel so guilty for saying it. I mean if guilt-free I could terminate this pregnancy I wouldn't. We want this baby in our life. But I really can't stand myself anymore.
So I've been reading like a maniac cose that's what I do when I'm at an impasse. Mainly buddhist literature on handling anger and learning to live in the moment, separated from expectations, etc. All sorts of books on raising calm and compassionate children. And they've helped .. that with lemon balm tea which is really the only relaxing tea I can have. Some days though nothing can bring me back from the brink and I just want to stop existing, stop feeling and stop thinking. Mostly stop thinking. Today was one of those days. It hasn't gotten much better but at least I typed this. I am dreading now dealing with myself once G wakes up from his nap. I wish I could be with him without me. I'm so sick of me.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Itching to leave .. again.
I think it's something to do with elections in this country. As soon as people start campaigning I get this very strong urge to get the hell out of here. All these interviews and debates spark all sorts of uncomfortable questions the answers to which make me wonder whether this country is a good place to raise my family. Don't get me wrong, for a single person or a couple without kids this is the mecca. This is a great place to scavenge and rape (financially speaking) so you can make loads of cash (at least by comparison) to travel and do all sorts of fun stuff. Sure you have to work you butt off but generally it pays off.
But now I have other interests and the questions now span more than the next quarter or year. The questions now are: How the hell will I help pay for the college education of 2 kids when in 18 years is said to have increased to $100K per? How much time will it take to stop hating the people around me who generally view kids as an annoyance and don't want to ever have them around? And perhaps the most important question is: do I really want my kids growing up in a country where the general education level is decreasing so rapidly from generation to the next? I'm not so worried about my kids' education because I will take care of that if their school lags at something. I'm worried about their generation making decisions, voting, etc. Seems more unsafe then the ETA in Spain.
I watch politicians and the general population mouthing off about things that are so ridiculous and against EVERYONE's best interest. EVERYONE except for the large national and multinational corporations (make that their boards and investors) that fund campaigns. And 30+% of the population is just going along with all this crap about deregulation of environmental standards when we've seen the negative consequences of pollution. With continuing to not tax the uber-rich even though it's been proven that they don't consume any more or less either way. With failing to put tax money towards the things are matter .. long term investments in our citizens instead of short-term fear-induced money pumping into the pockets of the large DoD contractors with friendly connections to the Pentagon.
I like the article this chart came from in The Atlantic. It focuses on productivity but says so much about other things as well. The following explains this chart:
I'll stop here because I am depressing myself..
But now I have other interests and the questions now span more than the next quarter or year. The questions now are: How the hell will I help pay for the college education of 2 kids when in 18 years is said to have increased to $100K per? How much time will it take to stop hating the people around me who generally view kids as an annoyance and don't want to ever have them around? And perhaps the most important question is: do I really want my kids growing up in a country where the general education level is decreasing so rapidly from generation to the next? I'm not so worried about my kids' education because I will take care of that if their school lags at something. I'm worried about their generation making decisions, voting, etc. Seems more unsafe then the ETA in Spain.
I watch politicians and the general population mouthing off about things that are so ridiculous and against EVERYONE's best interest. EVERYONE except for the large national and multinational corporations (make that their boards and investors) that fund campaigns. And 30+% of the population is just going along with all this crap about deregulation of environmental standards when we've seen the negative consequences of pollution. With continuing to not tax the uber-rich even though it's been proven that they don't consume any more or less either way. With failing to put tax money towards the things are matter .. long term investments in our citizens instead of short-term fear-induced money pumping into the pockets of the large DoD contractors with friendly connections to the Pentagon.
I like the article this chart came from in The Atlantic. It focuses on productivity but says so much about other things as well. The following explains this chart:
"Adjusted for inflation, home energy costs doubled between 1967 and 2003, and continued to rise in the last ten years. The cost of medical insurance is growing faster than wages. Tuition and higher education fees are growing even faster."
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Oh the progesterone!!
Seemingly that's the reason one gets sick in the first trimester. It's also the reason why you're more violent, moody and bitchy in general.
Hubby's already adapted thankfully and totally ignores my general pissyness when it occurs. It's usually related with some task that wasn't finished. Yesterday I got in a financial planning kick, mostly because we haven't monitored our bills or debt or budget for the past 3+ months and I have grand plans like taking 4 months off starting with the 9th month and paying off all our outstanding debt which if we weren't so dumb would have been paid off by now, etc. Needless to say that took 5 hours worth of work (auto bill pay, projections for the next 6 months, etc) but at least it's all straight in my head and I know where we're at.
The above was also prompted by the fact that our house in the midwest did not get rented this school year which means $1400 more a month out of our pocket until we rent it to random people (ugh!) or sell it ( and lose about $30k due to the market being super crappy in that area currently .. more ugh!) which 1)pisses the crap out of me and 2)worries the crap out of me.
On the other hand the Toddler has been wonderful lately. Behaving and generally being a pleasure to be around. Yesterday he swatted at me (not for the purpose to hurt but just because i was tickling him) and I told him that he could have hurt me and it was not nice, etc (it's a whole verbal drill we do with him now since he's sort of slappy at school). He grabbed my face with his tiny hands and started giving me kisses all over the left side where he would have hit me saying "here, mommy? here?". I of course started to laugh because the level of detail was so cute. He suddenly got serious, held my face close to his, and said "not funny, mommy!" which is the first 3 word sentence I've heard him use so far. So I tried not to laugh and after a couple more kisses he asked if I'm all better and gave me a hug. Seriously, how cute is that?!
Food has become a chore just as it was last time I was pregnant. I can only eat small portions of food because I'm nauseous and get full quick, but not eating enough makes me fainty and weak and I start seeing spots or sometimes my vision all but disappears. I also have now a great amount of heartburn which isn't helped by the fact that I crave spicy foods and acidic stuff like tomato juice and fruit and stuff. So far the biggest cravings have been chocolate and udon noodle soup which thankfully I do a great job at making myself. Last time I craved Nutella pretty much my entire pregnancy .. that and cooked beef bone marrow spread on toast with salt. It's an Old Country thing. The other thing I miss now is wine which was not the case last time. I miss being able to take breaks from my own brain which is constantly wound up and thinking and planning and worrying.
Hubby's already adapted thankfully and totally ignores my general pissyness when it occurs. It's usually related with some task that wasn't finished. Yesterday I got in a financial planning kick, mostly because we haven't monitored our bills or debt or budget for the past 3+ months and I have grand plans like taking 4 months off starting with the 9th month and paying off all our outstanding debt which if we weren't so dumb would have been paid off by now, etc. Needless to say that took 5 hours worth of work (auto bill pay, projections for the next 6 months, etc) but at least it's all straight in my head and I know where we're at.
The above was also prompted by the fact that our house in the midwest did not get rented this school year which means $1400 more a month out of our pocket until we rent it to random people (ugh!) or sell it ( and lose about $30k due to the market being super crappy in that area currently .. more ugh!) which 1)pisses the crap out of me and 2)worries the crap out of me.
On the other hand the Toddler has been wonderful lately. Behaving and generally being a pleasure to be around. Yesterday he swatted at me (not for the purpose to hurt but just because i was tickling him) and I told him that he could have hurt me and it was not nice, etc (it's a whole verbal drill we do with him now since he's sort of slappy at school). He grabbed my face with his tiny hands and started giving me kisses all over the left side where he would have hit me saying "here, mommy? here?". I of course started to laugh because the level of detail was so cute. He suddenly got serious, held my face close to his, and said "not funny, mommy!" which is the first 3 word sentence I've heard him use so far. So I tried not to laugh and after a couple more kisses he asked if I'm all better and gave me a hug. Seriously, how cute is that?!
Food has become a chore just as it was last time I was pregnant. I can only eat small portions of food because I'm nauseous and get full quick, but not eating enough makes me fainty and weak and I start seeing spots or sometimes my vision all but disappears. I also have now a great amount of heartburn which isn't helped by the fact that I crave spicy foods and acidic stuff like tomato juice and fruit and stuff. So far the biggest cravings have been chocolate and udon noodle soup which thankfully I do a great job at making myself. Last time I craved Nutella pretty much my entire pregnancy .. that and cooked beef bone marrow spread on toast with salt. It's an Old Country thing. The other thing I miss now is wine which was not the case last time. I miss being able to take breaks from my own brain which is constantly wound up and thinking and planning and worrying.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Oh the week we've had ..
first of all we're not in the Old Country. We're still home because of the hurricane of course. I suppose we could have found another flight sometimes this week but I cancelled the whole trip for now. My father, the hypochondriac, is certain now he will die without seeing us ever again. Just like he's been certain for the past 10 years.. make that 30 I think. He does have some health issues but none that should warrant him guilt tripping us for years especially when he does nothing to alleviate those problems himself. I love the man but he's also crazy (for real) and right now I'm in roosting mode: I need all of my so-called "nuclear" family in one spot - preferably at home - within my reach; I need to be home to clean the house and make sure everyone eats healthy meals and all that domestic crap that some pregnant women feel. I didn't get this with Mr. G. but this time boy! after the earthquake and the hurricane I want to go nowhere! I want to stay home and clean the damned carpets, wash dishes and keep getting my paycheck. No one rock this boat please!
So I feel guilty (cose of dad) but I'm also jubilant (so happy to stay home) and also stressed (big deadline October 30th that may determine whether my contract gets renewed). That last one is a big one because if I don't get renewed I will be one very pregnant lady looking for work and in IT they know bringing someone in is a time investment .. heck it takes you about 2-4 weeks just to spin up on the project and really get going 100%. I'm also somewhat worried that they won't renew my contract here because I will be pregnant. As far as they're concerned why should they keep me if they know I'll be gone in 5 months and maybe not come back? I guess it depends on next year's schedule .. projects coming up, etc. Hopefully they'll keep me because of the maintenance cycle of the project I'm on now.
Either way I'm not saying anything at work about being pregnant although it's so damn obvious. Sooner or later someone will ask and I'll just scream "stop calling me fat!" burst into tears and run out of the office. That's the only plan I have so far.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
This is going to sound bitchy ..
At least that's what I see when I look at that picture. Dude (J Lo) .. you're singing repetitive dance songs with random wanna-be rappers and you're a w.o.m.a.n .. you're not Jenny from the block, you've got kids, yo! Start behaving appropriately. And the whole sultry "oh fuck me now pool boy" thing you've got going on in all these ads?! Overkill and unnecessary. You've procreated already .. all this seductress bullshit is par for the course for the young uninitiated human females who are going through their procreational prerogative stage.
That's my bit for today.
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