Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Can someone please explain how I'm the jerk in this situation?



So I've been walking around like this since Saturday




Not the end of the world, and I'll recover but it is hard not to notice I am currently one handed

This morning, someone asked me to move a couple computer components around because I'm the "IT person" (which I’m not)

I stared at the person blankly

The person stared back

Can you do it today I was asked

I continued to stare in muted fashion at said person

The person stared back

When I still said nothing, the person said to me

So I take this to mean you are unwilling to help?

No I said, I’m willing to help, are you?

Their response?

You know, you really should try to be a bit more considerate when people reach out to you for help

You’re right I said

So I crawled around on the floor undoing cords and cables then asked the person to move the tower and monitor for me

Can’t you just sort of push it?

Well I said, it’s a bit heavy and I’d rather not drop it or you know, hurt my hand any more than it is

Never mind, the person responded in that tone that says I don't even know why I bothered asking you, I’ll get someone else to do it for me

I just need you move the tower for me  

You said the tower AND monitor 

Yes, I did  - you're right - sorry 

Never mind, I'll just get someone else

Can someone please explain how I'm the jerk in this situation? 

Totally fine if I am, I just need to know the logic behind the argument  

Oh and by the way, I moved the tower myself...AND the monitor...no one has yet to notice

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Joey

Yesterday, I had a meeting with a professional
That is to say he was in a suit and tie

And he went by Joey
Which is so wrong in my head

Joey is my brother's best friend from grade school

Joey is the guy at the end of the bar buying shots for everyone

Joey is the guy you call when you need someone who knows someone who knows someone

Joey is the uncle who teaches your 10 year old son how to penny a door, lets your 5 year old daughter paint his nails, gives your teenage son a Trojan for his wallet and shows up when your teenage daughter is getting picked up for a date looking menacing and making idle threats for no reason

Joey not should be wearing a suit, cuff links and Armani shoes

Joey should not be driving an Audi and have so much responsibility

Nor should he be shorter than me and balding

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Super Reader

Throughout the year, Lucy's school participated in Journey through Books

The kids all read (or were read to in the case of kindergartners) and track their progress in journals by way of number of minutes read

Yesterday, there was an "awards" ceremony for the readers

Medals and t-shirts were given to the kids who reached a certain goal

Lucy came home, quite proudly with both

As she was showing off her medal (which she was wearing when I picked her up) and t-shirt, she all of a sudden looked quite forlorn

What’s the matter pal?

Oh Mumma, I just feel bad…

Why honey?

Well…

As she was talking, Lucy was playing with the medal hanging around her neck turning it over in her hand and lifting it up to admire it

…….well really, you and Daddy did all the reading….I just picked out the books and listened….maybe you should have my medal and t-shirt…  

I ruffled her hair

That’s sweet honey but no, the medal and t-shirt are yours, you keep them….you earned them for wanting to be read to all the time
Besides, next year you’ll be reading to us

I gave her a hug and she let out a sigh of relief before declaring

Oh, what a relief!
I was really sweating your answer 
I actually did not want to give up either.....I just felt like it was the nice and right thing to do…but really Mumma that shirt is going to look so good on me....like Super Reader good and I really like the way a medal feels around my neck....


Friday, June 19, 2015

What if I forget....?

Lucy woke me up this morning at 5:20am 

Mumma she whispered, Mumma, is it time to go to school yet? 

No honey, hop in here and snuggle with me 

She nestled into me and sighed

What's up kiddo?

I don't want school to end Mumma....I just love it so much! 
And I love Mrs Dionne....and Project Learn 
Why does school have to end? 
Why does everyone want it to hurry up and end?

Oh sweetie...well, school only ends for a little bit - for the summer
The teachers need a break, you guys need a break....
Besides, before you know it, you'll be back at school 

What if I forget what Mrs Dionne has teached me?

Taught me honey....and I promise, you won't forget 

What if I get to 1st grade and no one remembers me? 
What if I show up and Mr Wells says Who are you? Why are you here?

Luce, trust me, he will not forget who you are...he won't forget any of you kids
And he will know why you are there

Hmmphh she said 

I closed my eyes to steal five more minutes

Mumma 

What honey 

Do all schools take a summer break? 

Yep 

Think I'm the only kid who does not want school to end?

No honey, I'm sure some where there is a little Poindexter who, like you, does not want school to end

Who is Poindexter?

No one honey...I made him up....*sigh* 
I promise honey, you are not the only one who will miss school...but before you know it, you'll be back at school so don't fret, go back to sleep...

Lucy went quiet and I willed the clock to stand still so I could sleep just.a.little.longer
She pulled me from me fugue state and declared 

Ok but just so you know, if I get to 1st grade and can't remember anything from kindergarten, it is so not my fault....you grown-ups are the ones who made me take the summer off

Ok honey, I'll remember 

Can you write it in a note for me?

What? 

A note, can you write my new teacher and Mr Wells a note telling them I wanted to stay in school so I would not forget anything and if I did it is not my fault it’s your fault and their fault that I got dumb 

Sweetie don't say dumb....

Or stupid?

Right - don't say dumb or stupid 
And it won't happen, but if it will make you feel better, I'll write you a note 

Okay good - could you also include in the note that I really like gym, music and library and would like to have those things more than once a week?

Sure 

And could you also ask if they could have hard boiled eggs at lunch 

Seriously Luce? You don't even buy lunch anymore 

'cause they don't have hard boiled eggs! 
And also, tell them Cal's Cart (the little school shop) should be every day 

Ok Luce - I’m getting in the shower 

Mumma!

I stopped at the door and turned to face her
Lucy sat upright in bed and opened her eyes wide and made a chopping motion with her hand to emphasize her next point: 

And don't forget the most important part Mumma; if I get dumb, it is not my fault 
You grown-ups are making me take summer vacation....I said I would go all summer, you guys said no 

Ok Lucy, go back to sleep and don’t say dumb please

How about you just say Lucy asked to go to school all summer because she doesn’t want to lose the skills she has worked so hard to learn all year and does not want to know less than everyone else in the class…..can you write that? 

I tilted my head back and let out a sigh 

I'll just write dumb honey 

Thatatta girl Mumma! I knew you'd see it my way!


Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Hardest Thing About Being Lucy

Sometimes, I find random scraps of paper with things jotted on them:
The grocery list we forgot but was actually just lost in my bag
A phone number (with no name)
An address
A to do list
A reminder to do something which I probably still forgot
A thought or idea I want to write more about
And sometimes, sometimes I hit the jackpot and find a conversation I had with Lucy recorded on said piece of paper for future writing purposes

I just found this one in my desk drawer:

Hey Mumma

Yeah Lucy

You know what I was wondering?

What’s that kiddo?

What’s the hardest thing about being a grown up? Is it being a mummy?

No, I think being a Mummy is the easiest thing in the world – all I have to do is love you with all my might

But don’t I make you crazy sometimes? ‘Cause sometimes you yell at me….

Yeah, that part stinks…but still, being your Mum is easy….to be a Mum you just have to have love

Oh ok, so is working hard?

Well, working isn’t hard….it can actually be rewarding and satisfying…do you know what that means?

I think so, is that when you finish something and feel good?

It is

So like when I finish my Popsicle and my belly feels full?

Sort of I chuckle

Does your work do that for you?

Sure, for the most part

So what’s hard then?

Well, I suppose the hardest thing about being a grown up is…geez, that’s a tough question Lucy

Would it help you if I told you the hardest thing about being a kid?

Sure, what’s the hardest thing about being a kid Luce?

Well, I think the hardest thing is when you get a present that you don’t really like or you already have one of it and you have to be all nice and grateful about it when really you just want to be all like
(she rolls her eyes and raises her arms to the sky and says in her exasperated/annoyed tone) Seriously?!?! I already have this thing?!? What am I supposed to do with two???
Or seriously, this is so not what I wanted?!!?
But, you have to pretend you love it and say thanks…..
That and not being able to ride in the front seat

So the hardest thing about being a kid is when you get a crappy gift but have to pretend you like it and when you have to sit by yourself in the back seat?

Yeah…it’s really hard Mumma

Huh, never thought about it I guess

Well….did that help you Mumma? Do you have your answer now?

I do

Ok, so what’s the hardest thing about being a grown up?

Getting crappy gifts and sitting in the front seat by myself

Yeah, that does suck Mumma….I guess it really does not matter how old you are…..crappy gifts suck


Yep, they sure do pal, they sure do

Friday, May 1, 2015

A Picture is Worth.....

Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop 

The Prompts:

1. The moment you realized you were a grown up (first time I had to plunge the toilet)

2. What is the joy at your present moment? (my dish soap, thank you Procter and Gamble)

3. You have to move away from your state for one month. List 6 destination you wouldn't mind relocating to (The Coast of Maine, Uncle Michael And Neenie's Lake, Saluda, NC, Savannah, GA,  The Lake District in northern England, The Scottish Highlands)

4. Write a blog post inspired by the word Blossom (remember that show? My sister Melissa looks just like Blossom - I kid you not, even to this day, she looks just like Blossom!)

5. Instagram fun! Share a photo you took with Instagram this week and tell us what you love about it

I choose you number 5

With my own spin of course because I would not be me without taking some poetic licenses

Plus, I have no idea how to use Instagram or if I have one
So I'm just going to share a photo I took with my iPhone
Which I imagine is as close to Instagram as I'll get .... because you know, they both begin with I

So allow me to share a photo I took and tell you what I love about it

Here's the photo I took with the intention of sending it to our families




It's Lucy's homework assignment from Tuesday which, as you can see, was to write and illustrate what she did on her spring vacation 

When I pulled this sheet out of her bag, I immediately smiled

The colors alone made me smile 
And truthfully, Lucy's art work always makes me smile 
Then, as I read what she wrote, tears sprang to my eyes

I was overwhelmed and almost crippled with the love and happiness this little being brings to 
my life

I read it again 
Studied the pictures 
And then tears flowed down my face 

I cried because as we left Noni and Papa's house last week to head back to Boston, Lucy declared it was the best vacation ever 
She couldn't believe Papa was such a good bowler
And that Cousin Cooper was so big and tall
That she got to do yoga with Auntie Cheetie  
She was thrilled she got to go to Auntie Flea's house all by herself
And that Noni went to the movies with us ....it was just us three girls....and Noni ate popcorn and candy with us!!!
And Noni gives her orange juice in a special glass and cuts up her bananas so they taste better 

I called my mother as we were pulling off the highway to let her know we were home
When we hung up, Lucy asked from the back seat 
Hey Mumma?
Yeah honey?
Can we always go back to Maine to see Noni and Papa?
Yes honey, of course
Good Mumma, they make me happy 
Me too Goose, me too 

I cried because her birthday party was so special to her 
She did the guest list and only wanted to invite a few friends
But she also asked that Tony, Rita, Kristen, Auntie Dodo, Uncle Michael and Neenie be invited 

That night, after everyone was gone, she said to me 
Mumma, I don't think I want a lot of friends
What do you mean honey I asked 

I just want friends who love me and hug me when they leave my house
I think those are the best kind and every one hugged us when they left...they even hugged you and Daddy! The kids and the grown ups!
And Mumma

Yes sweetie

You and Daddy made me a really good Pokemon birthday party.....thanks

And I cried because the last picture, of Lucy and her Dad, sitting on the couch watching Star Wars was just.........
For my husband, and for many out there I'm sure, showing Star Wars (the first Star Wars circa 1977-1983 which we know are actually episodes 4, 5, and 6 but for a generation will always be the original Star Wars movies) is like a rite of passage

A rite of passage like 

The first lost tooth 
The first day of school
Having "The Talk" 
Teaching them to drive
Sending them off on their first date
The first heartbreak
Having a drink with them on their 21st birthday 
Graduating college 
Marriage 
Birth of the first grandchild

These are all rites of passage we as parents go through with our kids

And for Sean, sharing Star Wars with Lucy is the one he has been the most excited about 

So together they watched Star Wars and the Empire Strikes back 
Side by side over two days

Lucy asked a million questions and hopped around all excited as characters she has heard her Dad talk about were finally brought to life for her 
Sean patiently paused the movie and answered all Lucy's questions
Eventually, she just fell quiet and watched the movie snuggled up against her Dad 

She's gagging to watch Return of the Jedi 

And both of them dork out and get giddy watching the trailer for The Force Awakens 
  
Lucy came to the kitchen table where I was sitting 

Mumma can I have a snack please she asked

Sure baby I said sniffling and trying to brush the tears away 

Mumma! 
Why are you crying? Why are you crying? 
There was a twinge of panic in her voice 
Was work bad again today Mumma? 
I love you..... 

Oh Luce
I leaned down and hugged her 
No honey, no its not work 
Work was ok 

Why are you crying then 
Why are you so sad

I'm not sad sweetie, I'm, well, I just.....
Lucy do you have any idea how much I love you
How happy you make me

In true fashion, she rolled her eyes and tipped her head back and said with exasperation

Oh Mumma she said as she patted my leg
Are you getting all "don't grow up Lucy, don't be more than 6" 
Mumma I told you, I have to grow up 
That's how God invented us 
We get born 
We're a kid for a few whiles 
Then we're teenagers 
Then we're all grown up 
No one can stop it Mumma, no one.....not even you

And with that, she helped herself to a snack from the refrigerator 
She hugged my legs on her way back by, and said 
I love you!
You're my best Mumma!

And there you have it 
What I love about my Instagram  iPhoto picture is simply The Artist
The Artist known as Lucy 





Tuesday, April 14, 2015

I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike

When Sean and I lived in Medford, we had bikes
In the summer, after work, we went for bike rides almost every day after work
It was awesome

I called her Schwin Dixie
I had a bell and a horn and tassels

I loved my bike

We moved to Woburn and had no where to store our bikes
We had to get rid of our bikes

I was so sad

For Christmas this year, Sean got me a folding bicycle
That's right, it folds up into its own bag for storage

It is awesome

Here it is





Sure, its a little kooky looking

And yes, picturing a 42 year old woman riding around the neighborhood on it will make you giggle

But it is awesome

The first day I rode my bike, I was a bit wobbly

And ended up kinda sorta falling

I was rounding the bend of Kendal drive a bit too fast and my seat was a bit too low and I hit a patch of sand and started going down

I'm falling I yelled out as I dinged my bell

I was going down and there was nothing I could do

So I just dinged my bell and fell

There was a guy cleaning his yard and he yells out

Kid, hey kid, are you all right

He sort of trotted over to me as I struggled to right myself

You're not a kid he says in disgust

Nope I say with a grin, just getting the feel of my new bike I say enthusiastically

He started muttering and shaking  his head while he walks away from me

I shook the sand out of my pants and continued on my way

I had a blast
Sure, my legs hurt
And yeah, I fell a couple more times...well, not so much fell as I sort of wobbled from side to side before laying my bike down before I all out fell
And yes I was huffing and puffing as I realized how much I had let myself go through the winter

But I had a blast

This past weekend, I went out riding again
This time, I had the seat right where it should be and I was not as wobbly as I was the week before

I biked around our circles for a bit to make sure I had the feel of her

Then I biked back to Kendal Drive to show it who was boss
I lapped it twice before heading home

I went back to our neighborhood  and rode around the two circles for a few minutes

It was at this time I remarked to my husband that I looked like Eliot from ET as I was wearing my red hoodie

It was windy and every so often, the hood would blow up onto my head

All I needed was a milk crate mounted to the front of my handle bars and an alien passenger

Then I decided to hit the open road
I turned right out of our development and headed down Webster
At the end of Webster, I went right
No turning back - there are no safe circles or neighborhoods to bike through when you turn right onto Pearl Street

As I was rounding the bend, getting ready to cross the town line, I heard the familiar rumble of motorcycles

I looked up and saw no less then 10 Harleys headed toward me

Weird place to see a bunch of bikes I thought
But here I am on my bike
There they are on their bikes

I'm doing it I thought.....................

And that's when I did it you guys..........

Yes I did...............................................................

I threw out a left handed low motorcycle wave

And they waved back

I'm totally getting a leather jacket and a nickname