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Feb 8, 07:34 PM
Blather

I’m back. Wow. What a ride. Since I last wrote anything here life has been a constant whirlwind. When last I left you, I was a freelancer, working from home. Today, I have 5 employees, a business partner, and a serious need to get into new office space. I’ve been to hell and back (again – I’m getting to know the route quite well actually…) and lived to tell the tale.

The challenge through all of this has been to try to maintain some semblance of balance. I haven’t come even close to succeeding. Although it’s becoming a whole lot better.

I’ve made some really significant changes. Where before, I would work until 2 or 3am and sleep till 9, now I’m up at 6 and asleep by 12. This shift means that by the time the girls are home at dinner time, I’m ready to take a break. I also don’t feel the pressing need to get back to my computer right after dinner – I’ve already put in a good day’s work.

I’m meditating every day too. Wowza. What an amazing exercise. My tolerance level has gone way up, and I feel much more able to play than I have in at least a year. One interesting effect I’ve noticed is that instead of raising my voice when I’m annoyed, I now lower it. This makes them stop whatever noisy thing they were doing to actually listen to what I’m saying. Amazing.

Now that I’ve pulled the cork, I’ve got a zillion things to share. But I’m off to put the girls to bed.

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Breathe

Aug 23, 07:58 PM
Blather

What can I say? Life has been INSANE. Insane.

I’ve on an absolute roller coaster. From “I’m never going to make ends meet” to “ack! That’s a lot of work” in a month. From “I can’t leave this desk, ‘cause it means I’m not earning” to “spend time with the girls – including Krista, the work will be better”. And it really is.

My girls are growing like weeds. The big one has lost her two middle bottom teeth. She’s just four and a half. I’m not ready for this. She’s a real little person now. With strong tastes (hip-hop and metallica – daddy’s girl). She gets bored really easily, and wants her friends desperately.

The little one is really chatting up a storm. She loves to sing. She is dangerously cute. She was such a difficult baby. Really made Krista’s life a living hell. This is our reward. She’s as sweet as she was impossible. As soon as she could talk, she changed.

I saw her as a person for the first time the other day. Krista and I were going out for a very rare night with friends. The little one knew what was up, and was scared. Looking at her, I suddenly saw it from her perspective; she really was scared. She didn’t know what would happen to us while we were out. I realized she was thinking of herself. I’ve seen her very differently ever since. She’ll be two in a couple of weeks. The day before my birthday.

I’m enjoying them like crazy.

I absolutely love working from home. A couple of times a day I’ll get a quick visit. A hug for a moment. Then off they’ll go.

Of course, they drive me absolutely nuts. But that goes without saying…

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My lame apology post

Jul 1, 09:35 AM
Blather

Once upon a time I promised myself I’d never write a “gee I’m sorry I haven’t been posting” post. Well, never say never.

Work’s been just a tad nutty lately. Which is good. No, which is bloody great. The trade off has been a slow down on blogging on all fronts.

If any of you know how to squeeze more hours into the day, please let me know!

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Ugh. Very sore back.

Jun 22, 07:05 PM
Blather

I took the girls to the park today. The older one wanted to play “catch me daddy”. She really wanted to play.

Her: catch me daddy!

Me: Honey, I can’t my stupid back…

Her: Daddy! catch me daddy!

Me: Sweetie! I can’t

Her: catch me daddy!

Me: …

Her: catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy! catch me daddy!

Me: Ok ok ok ok

Her: wheeeeee! I’m stepping on your shadow!

Me: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Gotcha!

Her: do it again do it again do it again

Me: sorry? what was that? I couldn’t hear you? Come closer so I can GOTCHA!

Her: ha ha ha ha ha ha

Me: Ha ha ha ha ha OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWCCCHHHH

Damn if it isn’t worth it though.

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Mood-O-Metre

Jun 18, 06:21 PM
Blather

First: yes, that’s how you spell metre. I’m Canadian eh?

I’m working this weekend. Woo! What my back and arms right now is a break from the chair and keyboard. My left arm got tendonitis so badly this week that I had to handwrite all my work using my graphics tablet. It’s the first time I’ve ever written code by hand. Literally by hand. Awfully slow though.

So instead of hanging with my girls I’m at my desk. Which got me thinking about the waterflow of emotions my brain was sending at me:

  • loss
  • anger
  • frustration
  • relief
  • guilt (kids)
  • guilt (wife)
  • guilt (I enjoy my work)
  • sad
  • energized (to work in an empty house for a couple of hours)

I thought women were supposed to be the emotional wrecks!

Look at all that guilt up there on that list. It’s quite the trifecta: love, money, and responsibility. I know I can’t be alone in this. This is one of the secrets we’re not supposed to talk about isn’t it? Being happy to be left at home on Saturday for a couple of good solid hours work. Teach that to the kids in sex-ed and you won’t have to worry about teen pregnancy.

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