12 May 2012

The Polaroid of Perfection


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She is literally the Polaroid of perfection 
She has everything and she´ll give it to you in a second


So Time magazine had a question for me this week: "Are you MOM ENOUGH?"

B*tch, please.

1) Congratulations on a provocative cover that has gotten everyone talking about Time magazine for the first time since 2006, when they declared that the person of the year was "You." Personally, I think someone found a great deal on mirrored paper and was looking for an excuse to use it, but whatever.

2) Let's talk for a minute about your cover model. As another blogger put it:
Let's start with the picture that you chose.  I don't have hard stats (and I'm way too lazy to go do real research), but my informal polls at the playground lead me to believe that most moms who subscribe to attachment parenting are older hippie moms with gray hair and saggy boobs and Subarus.  Why aren't they on your cover too?
Great question, Time! And I'm with Jen on this one -- just watching our local news where they covered "reactions" to the cover, there was only person who thought it was fabulous, and you can see her around the 29 second mark. Go ahead, I'll wait.

Not quite the lady on the Time cover, right? Which leads me to my point -- nice job, Time, for perpetuating the "mom-as-supermodel" myth whereby if we give over our lives completely to our children, we will look like THAT woman. I call bullsh*t, for no other reason than the fact that one's breasts would not look like that after breastfeeding for 6+ years straight. NOPE. Not without surgical intervention.

How do you have time to get your roots done if you're breast-feeding and WEARING two children (the logistics of this flummox me) for six years or more? Cook dinner? Knit something? Read a book not by Eric Carle? Chaperone a field trip? How do you have time to go to Ashtanga yoga or out for a run? WHAT IF THEY GET HUNGRY? OR NEED COMFORT? You set it up so you're the only one who can give it effectively. Can you hold down a job, or does your employer not care if your kindergartner pops in after school for an afternoon snack of breast milk? More on that one in a bit.

3) Just because cavemen/tribal women/people in third world countries do it is not a persuasive argument for having your child three inches from you at any given time. This one drives me crazy. Do you know why these groups currently practice attachment parenting? Think about it. Not because some Christian charity dropped off a copy of Dr. Sears' latest with a sack of old concert t-shirts and they all read it and thought, "Hey, yeah, let's do this!" And sure, there's some cultural impetus behind it. But really, it's because they HAVE TO -- because they don't have clean water, healthy plentiful food, rooms to spare or cribs or bouncy seats, and because their world is DANGEROUS and letting kids wander can result in serious injury or death, far beyond ingesting months-old Cheerios found under the couch.  And that's all they know. Don't you think those moms would like to pop out for an beverage at Starbucks some afternoon with their friends and sit around and chat for a few minutes, sans children? The reason they're not spending their days that way has nothing to do with their commitment to attachment parenting, and it's a foolish argument to make in favor of it. We don't live there. Our lives are not like that. Not in any way. Try again.

4) Where are the dads in all of this? The husbands? The other moms? I believe that, in a family with two parents that are in a relationship -- you know, married, or partnered, whatever you way you want to say it, for simplicity's sake I'll just say "married" for now -- that relationship is really important. It's the backbone of the family. And yes, kids are important, and each parent's relationship with each kid is important. But how are you able to strengthen and maintain that adult relationship when you've got a kid on your boob every hour and a half and more than one in your bed every night? Not to be indelicate here, but there are, ahem, LIMITATIONS to the family bed. Or at least there had better be. My husband put it this way -- "I would feel like a stud horse -- 'Thanks for the kids, now help me out when I ask for it for the next few years, bring home enough money to support this lifestyle, and I'll see you when the youngest turns 5 -- then we can resume our previously scheduled relationship where we talk about grown-up things for at least 10 minutes a day and have time alone together.'" I don't disagree with him. If you're so focused on your kids, to the exclusion of everything else, by definition you aren't paying much attention to your marriage. And if that goes, well, then, a whole lot of wonderful things go with it. I'm not interested in finding out what that's like.

Also, where's the consideration for the dad or other mom's relationship with the kids? If he/she is getting boob-blocked every time they want to rock the baby to sleep, that's not good either. Why is his or her relationship with the kids always given secondary attention to the "primary" mother's? In modern society with current technology (things like "bottles", for example), that's not necessary anymore. Maybe the counterpart to "attachment parent" is "detachment parent"...I guess he or she has got another role to fill -- the guy (or gal) who brings home the paycheck.

5) The very best moms at all don't work. That's what attachment parenting says. Dr. Sears and his wife, in fact, supplement their sons' families' incomes so that their daughters-in-law can quit their jobs and stay home with the kids and be, well, "attached." So again, it's the economic elites that can practice attachment parenting -- those who have Romney-esque family wealth or can at least front the mortgage payments for their offspring for a couple of years.

Moms who work outside the home to pay the mortgage and buy food are JUST AS GOOD AT PARENTING as moms who don't. In fact, an argument could be made that they are more self-sacrificing to spend so many hours away from their beloved children in uncomfortable business suits or uniforms, on their feet all day or crunched up behind a desk, rather than wearing yoga pants in the comfort of their own home being WITH their children and getting to participate in all of the sweet, wonderful moments of childhood in real time, not just between 6 and 8 am and pm. Right now, I get to work from home most of the time, and we have a nanny to enable me to do that, and the yoga pants are definitely the best part of the deal. (In fact, I put jeans on the other day and my legs felt weird walking up the stairs. I thought to myself, is this what real pants are like? Don't judge.)

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But you know what? It's not a competition. (And this post is definitely not intended to be a slam on SAHMs -- and I definitely recognize that SAHM attachment parent. Not at all.) No way is "better," it's just what's better for you. Do what you want -- you want your kid ON YOU 24 hours a day? Fine. Have at it! But I don't. Nor do I think it's what's best for them. And do not tell me that I love my kids any less for it.

As for me, I don't believe that having parents THISCLOSE to their kids for the first six years of life builds any sort of independence and problem-solving skills, nor do I want my daughters calling me every day from college asking "What should I have for lunch today?" or coming home every single weekend. I have seen that, and to me, that is a parenting FAIL, and the roots of it start early. But again, these are the things that I think about, goals that I personally parent toward. If you don't, whatevs. To each her own. As long as your kids aren't calling me to ask what they should have for lunch when they're 19, it's all good.

So thank you, Time magazine, for turning the run-up to Mother's Day into another series of heated debates about who's doing the whole mom thing more correctly. We all really needed that. As for me, I would have settled for "Thanks for doing your best!"

10 May 2012

And now you won’t stop calling me, I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’, stop callin’, I don’t wanna think anymore!

I need a little Gaga in my life today.

Working from home has its advantages, to be sure, but it does mean that I am on the phone almost all day. All day, every day -- regular phone calls, conference calls, chatty calls with the coworkers, calls to other parents re: playdates, calls to set up afterschool activities or summer camps, calls to my parents -- I AM ALWAYS ON THE PHONE.

I used to like being on the phone. I pretty much LOVED it. It was an integral part of my day. My evenings, actually -- when I lived alone, especially. Back in the day where super-cheap long distance cost $.25 per minute, I was on the phone to the tune of about $300/month. I so could not afford it. Now, it's free, and I would give ANYTHING to not have to talk on the phone.

Often, at night, I just don't pick it up. I just can't bring myself to do it. After an entire day (or WEEK) spent on the phone, I want to be untethered from its insistent technology...you know, so I can play on my iPad and read email and be on Facebook.

Of course, as a general rule, if you're reading my blog, then you're one of the people that I do pick up for. It's an elite group.

08 May 2012

Broccoli! Celery! Gotta be...VeggieTales! Lima Beans! Collard Greens! Peachy Keen!

Dieting sucks.

Eating healthy is fine -- good, in fact -- but vegetables have grown so tiresome to me. Broccoli, cauliflower, carrots...blah blah blah. Eating the same thing over and over again is so boring.

I have no time for lunch, so I grab handfuls of things and can sometimes make myself a sandwich. It seems to be working well to fill up half my plate with raw vegetables and eat those, but WOW am I getting sick of them.

I've thrown in green beans and zucchini for a little variety, but I thoroughly despise tomatoes, so I'm running out of options.

I have to do this though, for a number of reasons.

1) My clothes don't fit. That's an expensive thing to replace, an entire wardrobe.
2) I don't want to get diabetes. I had gestational diabetes for about 20 weeks, and that was NOT FUN. I do not want to live my life that way, and one solution is to lose weight and reduce that risk.
3) I would like to look nice. Vanity, yes. But there it is.

If red velvet whoopie pies were naturally low in fat, calories, and carbohydrates, my world would be a better place.

07 May 2012

Oh, these sleepless nights / Will break my heart in two

Not really. I just had insomnia last night for some reason. It was probably around 3:30 by the time I fell asleep.

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I'M UP, I'm up, I'm here. Sorry.

So. Freaking. Tired. Today.

But I managed to get a run in, so good on me. Days like today, there's not enough coffee in Central America to keep me awake and productive.

I do apologize, today's post really reflects my inability to form cogent sentences and keep my head from lolling backwards. Luckily, it's been a fairly light workday so I've been able to hold it together (mostly).

Don't you hate those nights when you can't sleep? It doesn't happen to me often, thankfully, but when it does -- MISERY.

This is how it goes. Staring at the numbers on the clock....


1:06 AM  "Weird. I'm not that tired. And this is a fun book to read."

1:45 AM  "Huh. It's almost two. Whoops, left the brighter light on to read by, that was dumb, no wonder I'm not getting sleepy." Turn off bright light, turn on little book light on the bed.

2:28 AM "If I fall asleep RIGHT NOW I will get almost five hours. That's completely do-able. Should even be able to work out tomorrow."

3:10 AM "Ok, now we're pushing four hours. This is not good. This is terrible. I will not be able to function. Gotosleepgotosleepgotosleep! Right now! Ok, go!"

3:12 AM "What was that? I heard a weird noise. Was it the cats? Is someone breaking in? Better pick up the book again so I can read myself sleepy."

3:37 AM "How many sick days do I have left again?"

I made it through, thankfully, and did not have to burn any paid time off. Which is worth it. I'd rather use the days for something fun, like having friends come to stay or, say, Christmas, than napping all day in a busy house.

But once that computer shuts down, it is NAPTIME for this girl.

See you tomorrow -- zou bisou bisou.

06 May 2012

You do it my way, Called a crime wave

A little 50 Cent on this lovely Sunday morning! You're welcome.

I'm still getting used to living in a small town. It's not a suburb -- no, not at all -- and I feel confident saying that because Target is too damn far away. One of the fascinating things about living in a small town as compared to our more recent residences (such as New York, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C.) is the local crime report.

Granted, our neighborhood is New York was super safe. But, when crime did happen, it could be pretty spectacular. Or titillating. Or gruesome.

Small town crime reports are something to behold. Truly. To wit, from the local police report:

POLICE: Motorist from Czech Republic sightseeing
A caller reported at 6:41 p.m. on Saturday (April 21) that the car in front of her was traveling below the speed limit, hugging the side of the road and swerving at times. Police followed the car and pulled it over on Booth Hill Road. As it turned out the operator, who had rented the car, was from the Czech Republic, had been in the country for a week, and was sightseeing, taking the long way to Cape Cod.

Driving while Czech. I think we learned about that in law school.

And this:

POLICE: Suspicious Antifreeze in Driveway
A resident reported to police last week that there was antifreeze in her driveway that did not come from her car. Police said the woman has a very long driveway and has been concerned about recent suspicious activity.

Banditos who leak antifreeze? Now there's a comic book if I've ever heard one. Somebody better call the Justice League! And how do you know, for certain, that it didn't come from your car? I'm pretty sure that I couldn't tell different brands of anti-freeze apart just by sight. Did she taste it or something?

And then there's this one:

POLICE: No trespassing signs stolen
A 49-year-old Jerusalem Road resident, who lives on Straits Pond, reported to police on Monday (April 16) that six of her “no-trespassing” signs were stolen. Apparently, people trespass across her property to get to the pond, police said. In an unrelated incident this past weekend during the Straits Pond cleanup on Saturday, the same homeowner’s father spotted two men collecting trash near the water on his daughter’s property. He called police who went to the scene. The two men, ages 52 and 79, respectively, explained they were part of the cleanup effort sponsored by the Straits Pond Watershed Association, were collecting trash and meant no harm.

Someone stole your signs? Yeah, that's not good, but I have to admire the irony. And if they stole six, exactly how many do you have? 14? 30? Could that be excessive? And then the crazy environmentalists come and attack the trash on your property, keeping the waterfront beautiful -- well, that's just too much.

Can you imagine calling the police on a 79 year old man picking up trash?

Maybe residents of these tiny hamlets 'round here should take a lesson from some Upper East Side parents:

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via Maria Gorshin/West Side Rag

You can never be too careful.