I feel that I've been successful at work. I think that I've done Good Things™. Things that I've been proud to have done and have others use to make their (work) lives easier and a bit better.
I come home and look at the messy house, the stuff I have to clean off of the picture frames / walls in the kitchen, the stains that I don't think I'll ever get out, the piles of unwashed or washed and unfolded laundry, and the drywall that needs to be repaired in many places.
I look at my kids.
They are the thing that I'm most proud of. The thing that I'm happiest to have played a part in. I feel that raising our kids will be my greatest work, my magnum opus.
I smile as I settle into a couch cushion on the floor surrounded by drifts of toys.
Sunday, 18 February 2018
Friday, 9 February 2018
Smiles
I'm very lucky, I have a digital picture frame on my desk at work. It makes me smile a dozen times a day. I really am happy with our family, even if there are rough patches.
Patches being lack of sleep, or doing so much for The Littles. The other day I left work at 4 pm, picked up the younger 2, went home, got dinner, the nighbours dropped off Alice (thank FSM for that), got them fed, brushed, storied, and eventually in bed around 9 pm. When the kids are older, what else am I going to do with that 5 hour window? Unfortunately this usually means by 9:30 pm rolls around my brain is just so dead that I can't do creative things like blogging. I miss blogging. I miss documenting the little things that the kids do to make me smile. But I know that this will come back. It's just a bit of a slog until then.
But do you know what you can do with the kids when it's a tough slog? Cuddle them. Race them. Tickle, dance, hug away their tears, play I-spy, hop on 1 foot, talk about Spider-Man, watch them discover things for the first time, help them learn. In other words it's not all bad.
I'm extremely lucky with how much time I can spend with the kids and Laura. It doesn't seem fair in the world. It's not. But I'll still take it.
Now to end this to see if I can help a crying toddler.
Patches being lack of sleep, or doing so much for The Littles. The other day I left work at 4 pm, picked up the younger 2, went home, got dinner, the nighbours dropped off Alice (thank FSM for that), got them fed, brushed, storied, and eventually in bed around 9 pm. When the kids are older, what else am I going to do with that 5 hour window? Unfortunately this usually means by 9:30 pm rolls around my brain is just so dead that I can't do creative things like blogging. I miss blogging. I miss documenting the little things that the kids do to make me smile. But I know that this will come back. It's just a bit of a slog until then.
But do you know what you can do with the kids when it's a tough slog? Cuddle them. Race them. Tickle, dance, hug away their tears, play I-spy, hop on 1 foot, talk about Spider-Man, watch them discover things for the first time, help them learn. In other words it's not all bad.
I'm extremely lucky with how much time I can spend with the kids and Laura. It doesn't seem fair in the world. It's not. But I'll still take it.
Now to end this to see if I can help a crying toddler.
New level, sort of like the last
Today I signed the paperwork for me going from an acting position to it being permanent. I'm very glad that people like what I do enough to think that I can do more. I think that I could do a lot more too, but like everything in government right now that is tied to the unmovable mountain of SSC. I've got plans, but at this point it looks like people much higher in the chain can't move them either. So it's not me and I can rest easy that it's not a personal failure.
This position feels like a unicorn that I found eating carrots in my vegetable garden, while realizing that I never planted a vegetable garden.
I try to work well. I think that I do. I'm told that I do.
It's nice that this has happened. It's nice to feel that people are happy with my work.
This position feels like a unicorn that I found eating carrots in my vegetable garden, while realizing that I never planted a vegetable garden.
I try to work well. I think that I do. I'm told that I do.
It's nice that this has happened. It's nice to feel that people are happy with my work.
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