Haylee: "Moooommmmm, my sarcophagus hurts". I laugh and say "honey, a sarcophagus is like a tomb that mummies are in", she says "oh, well I guess if it was my sarcophagus, my throat wouldn't hurt cuz I'd be dead."
I'm telling the kids to get ready to go, come on, come on, lets go, no you have to wear shoes not sandals, because it is cold out, yes, 50 degrees is still cold, come on Logan, did you brush your teeth? Go brush your teeth. Haylee stop bossing your brother. Did you brush your teeth? Ok comb your hair, Haylee you have to wear a jacket or a sweatshirt, yes you do, yes you do, Haylee. Yes You Do. Logan, where are you buddy, are you ready to go? Logan, it isn't play time, don't you want to go with us? Come on, put your shoes on. I don't know, one under the table in the living room and look in your room.There's only one table in the living room, check there. Come on Logan! Logan, you came home with both shoes on right? Then they must both be here. Haylee, brush your hair, no you didn't, well it needs to be brushed again. Sorry about that but you can brush it or I can. Logan, SHOES. Haylee I see the hat, did you brush your hair? Well too bad, you have to brush your hair. Logan, look your shoe is right there. Put it on. Haylee stop bossing your brother, did you do what I asked you to do? Logan you can't wear the shirt out in public you wore to bed last night, change your shirt, put on a long sleeve or sweatshirt. Come on Logan. Maybe you don't want to go mini-golfing, do you want to stay home? Logan looks at me dazed and says exasperated, "where ARE we going?" I say, "we are going to play mini-golf like we decided we would do today". "Oh! I wanna go! I wanna go! Where's my sweatshirt?"
This is the price you pay having free thinkers.
Friday, March 30, 2012
At long last
Hello All! It's been a while.
Where to start ~ the kids are goofy, work is crazy and my hubby got a new job! Yipee! I've been thinking for months about catching up and I finally have time to do it! So.... it is amazing how much time a workaholic. like myself, works. The funny part about me is that I think a lot for work. (So much so that I don't remember some words anymore!)
The part I like best about work is pulling all the pieces together to make them work, and by pieces I mean people and their job/tasks/opinions/feelings etc. What I do though is hear all the different perspectives and then decide what to do or how to do it. This is not most people's work style. Some want to be told what to do in specific terms and not variate from that routine. It is very hard for these people when I come along and want to know what they think.
Some people want to be completely left to their own devices except for when they don't, and since it is very hard to tell when people need something UNLESS THEY ASK these people tend to be the ones talking behind backs or covertly doing something to get your attention, like come in late, stay on the personal call a little too long ~ things that if you as a manager 'truly cared' about them would notice and speak up about. They are just pushing buttons. What I've learned is that the minute I get word that someone is off the norm you must go pay attention to them. At first they may be quiet and bitter (because you 'didn't care' last week or because their anger is eating them up, not to mention you didn't know last week there was a problem but enough about you and back to them) after they warm up they'll still be eying you distrustfully of course but if you are persistent they will eventually tell (or ask) what it was they should have asked a week ago.
Some of you may be thinking, yeah well, if they have attitude that's their problem. Well yes and no. Remember, a happy employee is a productive employee. :0)
I think I'll stop here. Not so much of my usual humor and yet, way too much whining. At least I got back on the blog. I can do that now since I'm now at 30 hours a week. I think I might become a little more sane every week that I can get time to clear my head. (Although less work means more kids, I'll enjoy that for uhh, a couple days.) Just kidding, I love those rotten brats.
Di
Where to start ~ the kids are goofy, work is crazy and my hubby got a new job! Yipee! I've been thinking for months about catching up and I finally have time to do it! So.... it is amazing how much time a workaholic. like myself, works. The funny part about me is that I think a lot for work. (So much so that I don't remember some words anymore!)
The part I like best about work is pulling all the pieces together to make them work, and by pieces I mean people and their job/tasks/opinions/feelings etc. What I do though is hear all the different perspectives and then decide what to do or how to do it. This is not most people's work style. Some want to be told what to do in specific terms and not variate from that routine. It is very hard for these people when I come along and want to know what they think.
Some people want to be completely left to their own devices except for when they don't, and since it is very hard to tell when people need something UNLESS THEY ASK these people tend to be the ones talking behind backs or covertly doing something to get your attention, like come in late, stay on the personal call a little too long ~ things that if you as a manager 'truly cared' about them would notice and speak up about. They are just pushing buttons. What I've learned is that the minute I get word that someone is off the norm you must go pay attention to them. At first they may be quiet and bitter (because you 'didn't care' last week or because their anger is eating them up, not to mention you didn't know last week there was a problem but enough about you and back to them) after they warm up they'll still be eying you distrustfully of course but if you are persistent they will eventually tell (or ask) what it was they should have asked a week ago.
Some of you may be thinking, yeah well, if they have attitude that's their problem. Well yes and no. Remember, a happy employee is a productive employee. :0)
I think I'll stop here. Not so much of my usual humor and yet, way too much whining. At least I got back on the blog. I can do that now since I'm now at 30 hours a week. I think I might become a little more sane every week that I can get time to clear my head. (Although less work means more kids, I'll enjoy that for uhh, a couple days.) Just kidding, I love those rotten brats.
Di
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