Thursday, August 11, 2005

Observations on Social Change...
(doesn't that sound high falutin'?)

Okay so this good friend of mine, Miss C was telling me this morning about this idiot mechanic who is working on her car and giving her the "dumb blonde" treatment. It made me so mad. Then it reminded me of this time, a few years ago, when I was working with my M-I-L and something like that happened. It was shocking. Now keep in mind that my M-I-L was like the original hippy chick, before hippies even got started, women's libber, radical, fight-the-white-male-supression type. And she's like 5 feet tall with long, blonde hair, just so you get a good visual....Anyway, we had this locksmith at the office building replacing some of the locks in the stairwell and you could totally smell the booze evaporating off of him, he reeked and was all surly and just being a total freak in general, teetering on possibly dangerous if you asked me. So, she asks him a question about keys or something and he starts this long drawn out explaination (which, btw, didn't even answer her question) about how a lock works (duh) and is all totally condescending and doing the "I'm talking to a 3 year old" talk, baby talk and all....something like, "you. see. this. round. thing. here. is. the. dooooor. knob. and. etc., etc"....you get the drift...total jackass. Well, she got so pissed. Her blood pressure went up so high her ears must have been ringing. So when he finishes his little speech, and asks her if she understands, she says, "yes. I. think. I. can. wrap. my. teeny. tiny. little. brain. around. that" Note: squeaked up her voice on the "teeny. tiny." part...and was just giving him this totally malevolent stare, like she was going push him down the stairs or something. BOY! Was he shocked (as was I) and he backed off right away and got really polite even through his drunken stupor. I was shocked, but impressed (and I realized that my mom probably would have had a similar reaction as well). Here I was just disregarding the guy as a big loser who falls into the "to be ignored (or possibly pitied)" catagory...definately the "do not give business to him again" catagory. But, her reaction was so strong and she was so angry that it suddenly dawned on me how lucky my generation is. I mean I take it for granted (and rightfully so) that other people I interact with are going to treat me with respect and as an equal. We, for the most part, didn't grow up with the "girls are stupid little things that can't understand anything mechanical" attitude that she that was prevelent when she was growing up (disclaimer, I'm sure not all men acted thay way in the 50s, so don't jump on me for the comment). And it's not even like the change took that long....one generation. It's a pretty cool thing. I mean I know we still have some room to improve... Miss C's condescending auto mechanic as a case in point...but by and large that sort of treatment is something to be surprised by and not expected on a daily basis. I wonder if the daughters of our generation will enjoy some similar benefit....wouldn't that be nice? Just goes to show how quickly the social consciousness can be changed. So, thanks Mom and M-I-L and all the other women in your generation who made it better for all the women in my generation! I'll try to keep up your good work.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Second Day....not so lucky.....

The second day at day care didn't go as well. But, I was very impressed that they called both of us around lunch time to give us an update on how the boys are doing. Below are the reports from the hubs, funny, but sad:

8:39am Email from Hubs:
Both boys fell asleep in the car about half way here. Did not go as well today.
Gage really didn't want to go to Donna and Cooper wouldn't let go of me.
Once Cooper started crying and being clingy, it was all over for me, I
started crying. So here's a grown man crying with his two year old son
in the back of the day care while the two twenty something teachers are
looking at us asking if they can help. How embarrassing. Just can't help
myself. He was so sad. I'm still crying. What is wrong with me?

I don't want to send them to day care. How about we find a place where
you can drop them off? This is killing me.

I think part of if was that they were both sound asleep and went
from peaceful sleep to being handed to strangers. I'm sure it's totally
normal. Cooper was like that when I used to take him to Annie's and we
know that turned out okay.

Love,
Your blubbering hubby.
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12:37
pm Email from Hubs:
I got a call from the day care. Cooper settled down after about ten minutes and
has had a pretty good day. Got a bit fussy right before lunch and only ate a few
green beans. He fell asleep quickly. They'd been outside for much of the morning
and he was exhausted.

It was nice of them to call.
That's the level of service that a crying 37 year old man gets. :)
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He cracks me up!

Monday, August 01, 2005






















First Day at Day Care...

Luckily for me, the guys have stared their new day care at one close to my hubs work...I say that because I've been worried sick about them starting and worried that they'll hate it or be scared being in a place they aren't used to or around people and kids they don't know. And, given all the horrible scenarios that keep playing themselves out in my mind, I'm afraid that I'd have a very hard time tearing myself away from their sides and leaving them there. Thank goodness the hubs had to do it and not me.......below is his report on how the first drop off went, it still made me weepy:

Cooper fell asleep in the car. It's going to be a very boring ride for
them. He slept through Gage being dropped off. Donna entertained Gage
while I tried to leave. He didn't get too upset that I could tell but
tried crawling after me when I went for the door.


Cooper woke up when I got in the car and we were talking about school.
He seemed happy but asked about Gage and you. I told him Gage went to a
different school and mommy went to work. He said, "Me too." I asked if he
rather go to work. He said, "No, go school." By that time we were
parking the car. I took him in and there were a few kids already there.
We drew pictures and then he found the play kitchen. We made pancakes
and ice cream cones. I was getting teary thinking that I had to leave
and was worried that if he started crying, I would loose it right there
in the middle of the day care. I finally told him I had to got to work
and asked for a hug. He hugged me and said, "Bye, Daddy" and turned to
cook some more imaginary pancakes. I drove down the road crying then
pulled over to try and call you from my cell phone. I parked the car at
work at 7:51. All in all, not to bad. I still feel weepy though.