My singing co-worker just belted out the classic, “I found my thrill on Blueberry Lane”. My brain hurts. I think I feel a trickle of blood coming down from my ear.
I absolutely love feeling productive. I have done so much at work recently. I feel like I’m contributing and I notice the difference in what I’m starting with and what I’m ending with. It feels nice and I’m thinking it will evolve into a full time position. The way the HR ladies are talking there are a lot of hints that I’ll be there for the long haul.
Came home and cooked another Dinnerly meal. Turkey meatballs tossed in a General Tso sauce over rice. Technically, it is supposed to be made into a wrap with romaine lettuce. I tried a bite of one but… No thanks.
My husband and I watched the next 2 episodes of 90 Day Fiance: Before the 90 Days and let me tell you… These fucking people. 52 year old lady thinks a 30 something Nigerian “rapper” is going to marry her. Another 50 year old lady thinks a younger man in Englad is who he says. “I love his British accent!” Bitch… He sounds Indian. Like what?! Now catching up on Shahs of Sunset! I love that my husband loves trash reality television as much as I do.
Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday! I have to make dinner plans to go and splurge a little with husband! I’ll let y'all know those plans tomorrow night. 😉 Being Polish, my ass is grabbing pączki before work! Mmmmm 💜
Boss: It appears you have been late to work frequently.
Me: Well, that depends on your definition of late
Boss: Not arriving at the time we instructed you to be here by
Me: Well, yes, I am…however, time is relative, so….
Boss: I understand why we hired you.
First half of the day in the books. Here’s to all of us grinding through till 5:00pm… And to the troops
Just had a look at my follower count- thanks so much you guys! Never thought it’d pick up this much, I am genuinely over the moon. Here’s some shitty late night desk shots to celebrate. 😄
Struggled through my two deadlines, over the word count for both but at least they’re done and dusted. 2 of my seminars are cancelled this week, but it’s still a busy one because of admin for my project and also leading my first seminar! Looking forward to getting the ball rolling. I’ve also been researching Irish communities in North America for my essay on subcultures and I’m really?? Enjoying myself?? The sources are so rich and interesting?? Also hit the gym for two hours today. Felt good after quite a long time out. Here’s to a great one where you are!
Work time… Worked until 1am. So So tired. Ate a toyal cheese again, fries, sweet sour and strawberry sundae
Have you ever noticed that Mondays are the worst? Not just that but it happens every week, EVERY SINGLE WEEK! This, my friends, is an outrage.
There has been some debate over whether parenting makes people’s lives fulfilling and filled with joy or whether parenting makes people miserable and unhappy. Depending on how much sleep your child has let you have the night before your answer may vary.
New research has shown, however, that some mothers may be unhappy because they simply take the job too seriously. It’s called the parenting paradox.
In a study published in Springer’s Journal of Child and Family Studies, moms who ascribed to an “intensive parenting” approach to raising their children reported being less satisfied with their lives. Intensive parenting is defined as believing:
- Mothers are the most necessary and capable parent
- Happiness is derived primarily from children
- Parents should always provide the kids with stimulating activities that aid in development
- Parenting is more difficult than working
- A parent should always sacrifice their needs for the needs of the child
More than 180 mothers of children under the age of five were surveyed. About a quarter of the women showed signs of depression. Mothers who believed they were the most essential parenting reported less satisfaction with their lives and parents who believed parenting is challenging were more likely to be stressed and depressed.
“If intensive mothering is related to so many negative mental health outcomes, why do women do it?” the study’s authors write. “They may think that it makes them better mothers, so they are willing to sacrifice their own mental health to enhance their children’s cognitive, social and emotional outcomes. In reality, intensive parenting may have the opposite effect on children from what parents intend.”
Perhaps the key to happy parenting is to know that dad’s also a capable parent, parenting’s great, but not the only way to be fulfilled in life, taking care of your own needs is just another way of making sure the child is also taken care of and instead of running the kid around to multiple enrichment activities all day you can skip music class for a day at the park every now and then.
Apart from it, we used to take life too seriously. Our culture happily insists on blasting out every idea, suggestion, or advice as though if you do not do this thing, you are DOOMED.
Like, if we don’t read to our child 25.8 minutes every single day, they will not love reading when they grow up. Or if we don’t provide the correct amount of protein and carbs and fats to our kid, then we are dooming them to a lifetime of obesity and health issues.
Is there an iota of truth to these tales? Sure, but honestly, this age of over-information is KILLING us WAY more than any of the suggested solutions to modern problems! And, it’s not because we are neglecting to “get outside more” and rue the day.
It is because we are STRESSED out from feeling like constant failures at everything, because there is always some voice/opinion/post/Pinterest image/video, etc. telling us that we are failing in something for someone ALL. THE. TIME.
So, we are calling foul.
We are done. Fried. Finito. Finished.
We are not playing these games anymore. Our brain, heart, and being cannot handle the world’s crap any longer. And, sweet mama, we are giving you permission to do the same!
Don’t Take Life Too Seriously, Even Though EVERYTHING Demands that You Do
But yes, the lessons are not over yet.
My office baby 🐱💕
a uniting emotion throughout any and all academics? that feeling when you finish citing your sources, and you just sorta stare at what you created and realise that, huh, maybe it isn’t too bad after all.