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life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' 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I remember in April asking my friend Bonnie who is an avid reader if she had read it - she told me that she had read it as part of her book club and that it was the one of her most memorable book club meetings ever.&amp;nbsp; We spoke about the book briefly and so I knew what I was in for, knew it was going to be a hard read, but I felt it was an important one too.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t say it was the best book I&#39;ve read (far from it) but it was one of those books you kept reading due to morbid fascination - kind of like passing an accident and feeling compelled to look even though you know you may see something you don&#39;t want to see.&amp;nbsp; I believe it&#39;s important that we sometimes see the things we don&#39;t want to see.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, last night I felt like I just &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to finish it because I didn&#39;t want to read it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;
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For those of you who have never heard of this book, it&#39;s the story of a mother, Eva, who recounts through letters to her estranged husband coming to grips with her son Kevin who kills 7 students, 1 teacher and a cafeteria worker at his high school 3 days before turning 16.&amp;nbsp; It recounts how she debated over having children and how from the moment Kevin was born, she felt no bond to him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As a result, Eva tries to scrutinize her role and responsibility for the resulting massacre, as well as trying to answer the question &quot;why?&quot;.&amp;nbsp; The review on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/We-Need-Talk-About-Kevin/dp/006112429X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308140616&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot;&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;asks &quot;Was it for revenge, then, that from the moment of his birth Kevin was the archetypal difficult child, screaming for hours, refusing to nurse, driving away countless nannies, and intuitively learning to &quot;divide and conquer&quot; his parents?&quot;&amp;nbsp; Was it Eva&#39;s coldness and distance as a mother that turned Kevin into a killer or was he just born that way?&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t provide any further details about the story should you wish to read the book, but let&#39;s just say that the ending left me crying in my bed.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure I saw the end coming... or maybe I didn&#39;t want to see the end coming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m one of those people who doesn&#39;t necessarily have trouble falling asleep, I&#39;m usually good until about 3am and then have trouble &lt;em&gt;staying&lt;/em&gt; asleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night however,&amp;nbsp;I sat in bed, cried and tossed and turned trying to fall asleep.&amp;nbsp;I usually go to bed between 9 and 10 pm but was up well past midnight because I couldn&#39;t get my mind off this story.&amp;nbsp; Although it was fiction, there have been enough school shootings to feel it&#39;s reality - not to mention all the questions it raises about maternal love.&amp;nbsp; I had to go in and kiss each of my children in their sleep - something I never do for fear of waking them up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The book made&amp;nbsp;me look at the bond I have with my children - unquestionably, my love for them&amp;nbsp;comes naturally.&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp;they are human so I don&#39;t always like them - or maybe it&#39;s just their actions I don&#39;t always like.&amp;nbsp; In any case, the book raises the question of the difference between loving&amp;nbsp;your children and liking them.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t necessarily believe all parents &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; their children - I think you can love someone but not always like them.&amp;nbsp; Could you still love a child and come to grips with something so horrible as a school massacre?&amp;nbsp; Eva continues to visit Kevin in jail and&amp;nbsp;tries to understand him.&amp;nbsp; Because the reader has such a dislike for him, it&#39;s hard to understand how she can sit across the table from him at all, especially given her dislike for him growing up and for the fact that he ruined her life.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the book I was left with a feeling of desolation.&amp;nbsp; We all know that when something terrible happens, it reminds us to take one day at a time and cherish all of the little moments in life, but when you think about it, it is kind of crazy to have to &quot;remember&quot; to enjoy these moments.&amp;nbsp; Our days are so jammed packed that we often go on auto pilot - an unfortunate reality of modern life.&amp;nbsp; There are&amp;nbsp;those odd&amp;nbsp;people out there who are born&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;gift of appreciation&amp;nbsp;but I think those people are lucky and it&#39;s not the norm.&amp;nbsp; Just like some people are born eternal optimists or with a happy disposition, some people just get the gift of seeking enjoyment in all they do.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I was drafting a blog post for the ShaToBu website and at the end I wrote how life is a journey, that it&#39;s not just about the destination.&amp;nbsp; That if we are so focused on where we are going, we don&#39;t always stop to enjoy the ride.&amp;nbsp; After finishing the book last night, the weight of that hit me head on.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what left me so unsettled was not just the precariousness of life itself, but also how to make &quot;taking time to smell the roses&quot; a part of my everyday life.&amp;nbsp; How do you hold on to this feeling and apply it without needing reminders?&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want something bad to happen in order to make me stop and enjoy each day.&amp;nbsp; I want to live that way always.&amp;nbsp; Is that even possible?&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s a whole lot more difficult to live in the present than it is to live for the future... but then, what a waste of today.&amp;nbsp; If anyone at all reading this has accomplished this feat, I beg of you to share the secret.&amp;nbsp; Until then, take this as a reminder to stop a moment today and be grateful for what you have and&amp;nbsp;stop worrying about what you want.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s always time to worry about that tomorrow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/652514075229678659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-you-read-we-need-to-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/652514075229678659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/652514075229678659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-you-read-we-need-to-talk-about.html' title='Have You Read &quot;We Need To Talk About Kevin&quot;?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihEkEbnTLuAswRvJcFfl1s_Se7wcsHlpnKLfz3XaNJV5MJmmfeLPOtM3ViyhVvq7it5Onbp8OHkllTSWS3WGxe09GM14nbFzvx-DSMtLctQFx1Ow3SQF8O53GlMcYq7W-BUiLUUoAMWpG/s72-c/Kevin.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-2650227104498773370</id><published>2011-05-27T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:46:04.510-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faking it"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-fulfilling prophecy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Faking It - Do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoonGgIHNktRKFAxX51Bj9O1iZlhIoRYBhyw_jZ-5mFSXEqQyzhqn-DosPaGQoM7Dtbk-nx1lEcZD94GktFonaq5P_aU2EdZHlapx1ySiOU7DqX6wQfl2aARJCv2zGXmgG1GrHbNVcdmD/s1600/dreamstimefree_2007204.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoonGgIHNktRKFAxX51Bj9O1iZlhIoRYBhyw_jZ-5mFSXEqQyzhqn-DosPaGQoM7Dtbk-nx1lEcZD94GktFonaq5P_aU2EdZHlapx1ySiOU7DqX6wQfl2aARJCv2zGXmgG1GrHbNVcdmD/s320/dreamstimefree_2007204.jpg&quot; t8=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are a few things that come to mind when you say &quot;faking it&quot; - usually the first is orgasms.&amp;nbsp; But there are a whole lot of things that people fake in their lives.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think faking it at times is all bad - it has it&#39;s time and place.&amp;nbsp; Can you just imagine if people didn&#39;t fake things on a regular basis?&amp;nbsp; Say, for example, when you ask someone &quot;How are you?&quot;.&amp;nbsp; They may actually be feeling like crap and be miserable, but they will probably answer &quot;Good, and you?&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Would you consider this faking it?&lt;br /&gt;
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It made me start thinking about what else people fake, and why they do it.&amp;nbsp; Here is a short list of things people often fake:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being nice to someone you don&#39;t really like&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;being sick (or the good old &quot;headache&quot;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;knowing about something you really don&#39;t know anything about&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;being rich or successful&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;weight&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;confidence&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a smile or laughter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;giving an honest opinion (really, those jeans don&#39;t make your butt look fat)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;your resume&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;your age&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a tan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;This is by no means an exhaustive list, and some may cross over into &quot;lying&quot; territory rather than &quot;faking it&quot; territory.&amp;nbsp; So in which situations is faking it a good thing?&amp;nbsp; I see nothing wrong in little white lies where you have someone&#39;s best interest at heart and no harm is ultimately done.&amp;nbsp; I also believe in faking how you feel at certain times.&amp;nbsp; If you&#39;re down in the dumps, it&#39;s often easier to fake being happy - not only for you but also for those around you.&amp;nbsp; Often pretending to be happy results in you ultimately being happy.&amp;nbsp; Of course I&#39;m not talking about major things but rather more temporary or trivial things.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t propose that people suppress their negative emotions and not deal with life&#39;s challenges... but sometimes it can be useful.&amp;nbsp; I remember faking being happy after a breakup - not only for his sake, but also for my pride and for the sake of my friends (who I&#39;m sure did not want to hear for the 100th time what a jerk the guy was).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve also heard that smiling boosts our immune system, reduces our stress, lowers our blood pressure, and makes people like us more. A pretty good argument for putting on a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m also trying to be a believer in the good old &quot;self-fulfilling prophecy&quot; philosophy.&amp;nbsp; I was recently given a book to read called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brucelipton.com/biology-of-belief-overview&quot;&gt;The Biology of Belief&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There are people who just generally believe good things will happen, and for them,&amp;nbsp;they usually do.&amp;nbsp; Take my husband for example.&amp;nbsp; He never worries about parking, he just expects there to be a spot.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time, that&#39;s the case.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, I worry about finding parking and I often have to circle and circle to find a spot.&amp;nbsp; So I&#39;ve been trying hard lately to &quot;fake&quot; believing in the things I want to have actually happen.&amp;nbsp; I guess when things do start to happen, I&#39;ll become more of a believer.&amp;nbsp; I will say it&#39;s hard to make the change in my head.&amp;nbsp; I think some people are just born&amp;nbsp;as positive thinkers and&amp;nbsp;believers,&amp;nbsp;while others who are more worriers - like me.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll let you know if faking it helps change that!&lt;br /&gt;
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I also think faking confidence is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I remember my first day on the job as an articling student at a big downtown Toronto law firm.&amp;nbsp; One of the first tasks I was given was an Affidavit of Documents.&amp;nbsp; I think I was hyperventilating because I had no idea what it was.&amp;nbsp; But I remained calm and when I found out what it was... no big deal (basically just filing all of the documents in&amp;nbsp;the case in date order).&amp;nbsp; I take this lesson into many aspects of my life - I reckon I&#39;m bright enough to figure things out in most cases -&amp;nbsp;so why not&amp;nbsp;fake it till I do?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think we fake things for the most part to mask insecurities and to feel better about ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re concerned with the possible judgment that may be passed by our family, friends and peers.&amp;nbsp; I think this is especially true in motherhood.&amp;nbsp; We worry about so many things and wonder if others will find us lacking if truth be told, we didn&#39;t always have all of the answers.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure we&#39;ve all had those mom moments when we discover that another mom has a similar challenge and concern and we feel utter relief that we are not alone.&amp;nbsp; Those are the times I think faking it is bad.&amp;nbsp; The times we need the support and encouragement from fellow moms.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, we all do it to a certain extent.&amp;nbsp; As long as we do for the better good and stay true to ourselves, I really see no harm.&amp;nbsp; When faking it ends up suppressing or hurting ourselves in some way (or others), then it&#39;s time to step back and re-evaluate.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I&#39;m super happy it&#39;s Friday afternoon and the weekend is upon us.&amp;nbsp; And I&#39;m not faking that at all!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/2650227104498773370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/faking-it-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/2650227104498773370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/2650227104498773370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/faking-it-do-you.html' title='Faking It - Do you?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoonGgIHNktRKFAxX51Bj9O1iZlhIoRYBhyw_jZ-5mFSXEqQyzhqn-DosPaGQoM7Dtbk-nx1lEcZD94GktFonaq5P_aU2EdZHlapx1ySiOU7DqX6wQfl2aARJCv2zGXmgG1GrHbNVcdmD/s72-c/dreamstimefree_2007204.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-7556961231539453270</id><published>2011-05-19T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:20:39.393-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting your kids to listen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids who don&#39;t listen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Kids Who Don&#39;t Listen - Do You Have One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoq5sUb2ZTEJHKrtsa4cfQdGtakx03zg34sAPto7pn3SMOafRb_8-qRM68G_4gGmV4jgAzK4FIlQtuI3qyYKJPnK7RpQFBr5keesEmuUfZv7tbe3ibpXqsdtZupIwRU8gA7-PMkXeBC-q/s1600/Passover+2011+116+%252856%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoq5sUb2ZTEJHKrtsa4cfQdGtakx03zg34sAPto7pn3SMOafRb_8-qRM68G_4gGmV4jgAzK4FIlQtuI3qyYKJPnK7RpQFBr5keesEmuUfZv7tbe3ibpXqsdtZupIwRU8gA7-PMkXeBC-q/s320/Passover+2011+116+%252856%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;ve noticed a disturbing pattern developing&amp;nbsp;in our home lately&amp;nbsp;and it seems to be escalating.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s also&amp;nbsp;one I need to break... quickly.&amp;nbsp; In one breath I&#39;ll tell one of my kids to either (1) do something or (2) not do something... and they just completely ignore me.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s like I never uttered a word.&amp;nbsp; Does this sound familiar...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Myles/Charley (insert your child&#39;s name), dinner is ready - go wash your hands and come down to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Nothing.... &lt;em&gt;Did you hear me?&amp;nbsp; Dinner is ready, let&#39;s go!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nothing... &lt;em&gt;Myles/Charley, stop colouring now and come down for dinner!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nothing... &lt;em&gt;If you don&#39;t come down right now, then there&#39;s no TV and no dessert tonight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Or how about...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Don&#39;t touch the papers on the kitchen table.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I turn around for a second and when I turn back, papers are scattered all ove the table.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I said don&#39;t touch, which part of &quot;don&#39;t touch&quot; did you not understand???&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Only to have the same thing repeated with something else 5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;
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You get the picture.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, repeating myself 100 times over is driving me crazy.&amp;nbsp; Of course my fustration is mounting and so when this now happens, I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;begun snapping.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want to be be snapping AND it doesn&#39;t appear that the snapping is helping anyway.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve also tried the good old &quot;If you&#39;re not going to listen, you&#39;re going for a time out&quot; and &quot;If you&#39;re not going to listen, I&#39;m going to take away XYZ&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Nada.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need a new tactic!&amp;nbsp; Or two or three.&lt;br /&gt;
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So first off, I wanted to check how common this problem actually is.&amp;nbsp; Check out this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.drheller.com/nonverbl.html&quot;&gt;tidbit&lt;/a&gt; I found:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&quot;Most children don&#39;t listen much of the time. In fact, Sandra Rief, a noted educational specialist, reports research that suggests children only retain about 25% of what they hear as compared to 50% of what they see and hear. In parenting, as well as teaching, there is too much reliance on talking as the primary means of getting children to learn new behaviors or follow the rules.&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I also found this very interesting piece on &lt;a href=&quot;http://ezinearticles.com/?Why-Our-Kids-Dont-Listen---5-Reasons-Why-They-Tune-Us-Out&amp;amp;id=1494086&quot;&gt;Ezine Articles&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about what we might be doing wrong:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;We talk too much.&lt;/strong&gt; Loving parents want to do the best for their children so they feel if they tell them all the stories of how they struggled and how they know all the answers, the child will give up and do what we ask. This method of communication is lecture, advise, order and threaten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;We talk too loud.&lt;/strong&gt; We feel that if we raise our voice they will respond. Actually, it is the opposite. When you speak softly, they have to pay attention to what you are saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Every conversation is a criticism.&lt;/strong&gt; The parent feels the way to motivate is through blame, shame, name-calling, sarcasm or jokes in order to put the child down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;We don&#39;t listen when they speak.&lt;/strong&gt; Good communication in a family, workplace or world is built on mutual respect. That means we allow others to express their beliefs and feeling honestly, without fear of rejection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;They have trained us to nag.&lt;/strong&gt; Why should they pick up their jacket the first time you tell them if they know by experience that you will yell 6 times and then do it yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;OK, I see the point.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I&#39;m making a few of those mistakes.&amp;nbsp; When I review this list, I know that I hate being yelled at, interrupted and being nagged, so why wouldn&#39;t they?&amp;nbsp; I know I can definitely keep trying to talk more&amp;nbsp;in the positive.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s just that it comes more naturally to&amp;nbsp;state&amp;nbsp;what you don&#39;t like about the behaviour rather than turning it around and finding a positive way of saying it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But if it works and it benefits my kids, it&#39;s well worth the effort.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s another solution suggested by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ivillage.com/discipline-makeover-getting-your-child-listen/6-a-128351&quot;&gt;iVillage&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I suggest parents teach their kids to listen using the A, B, C and D&#39;s.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A. Ask in a no-kidding-around tone of voice&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;B. Be clear and specific&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;C. Communicate your request in six words or less&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;D. Don&#39;t make not listening an option&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For instance, if you ask the kids to get ready for bed and they tune you out, say, &quot;Bedtime. Please, turn the television off.&quot; Don&#39;t walk away and hope the kids will do as they&#39;re told. Stay with them until it&#39;s done. Turn off the television yourself if needed, and just thank the kids for listening. Don&#39;t yell, don&#39;t threaten the kids, just do it. Be creative. Getting ready for bed can be turned into a game, or you can give the kids motivation to cooperate by saying, &quot;Go get ready for bed and choose the book you want me to read.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will definitely be giving all of these tips a try.&amp;nbsp; Albert Einstein did say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result.&amp;nbsp; So I obviously have to make a change.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the day, all I really want is a peaceful home, and a peaceful home includes children who listen.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll let you know how it goes...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/7556961231539453270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-who-dont-listen-do-you-have-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/7556961231539453270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/7556961231539453270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-who-dont-listen-do-you-have-one.html' title='Kids Who Don&#39;t Listen - Do You Have One?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoq5sUb2ZTEJHKrtsa4cfQdGtakx03zg34sAPto7pn3SMOafRb_8-qRM68G_4gGmV4jgAzK4FIlQtuI3qyYKJPnK7RpQFBr5keesEmuUfZv7tbe3ibpXqsdtZupIwRU8gA7-PMkXeBC-q/s72-c/Passover+2011+116+%252856%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-664108550481295048</id><published>2011-05-16T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:48:45.883-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consequences of supervised play"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids playing outside alone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids playing outside unsupervised"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Do Your Kids Play Outside Unsupervised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKL_Ke5cWnx7NeR5VJFK8J0oyLf24NAar0sf3hF_K5bOCFQRnYCMFyQJ0aTP4kDOoOoDmVteoIYxf-tRK7JPaH_014VY-Zxxy3bQ55zvwSeN86gMW6VRCakgVxR_FFwiCHuCFmWE-8xIi/s1600/dreamstimefree_5723746.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKL_Ke5cWnx7NeR5VJFK8J0oyLf24NAar0sf3hF_K5bOCFQRnYCMFyQJ0aTP4kDOoOoDmVteoIYxf-tRK7JPaH_014VY-Zxxy3bQ55zvwSeN86gMW6VRCakgVxR_FFwiCHuCFmWE-8xIi/s320/dreamstimefree_5723746.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I recently read a comment from a mom who let her 3 and 5 year old play on their street unsupervised (they lived on a quiet court) and was upset because one of the neighbours was a fast driver and she felt she should slow down and pay attention to the small children playing outside on the street.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; My kids are 4 and 6 and I&#39;m thinking their not playing outside without someone watching for a LONG time to come.&amp;nbsp; We do let my 6 year old son play in his sand box in our fenced in yard, but only if the dog is out there with him.&amp;nbsp; Even then, I&#39;m usually in the kitchen and checking on him regularly.&amp;nbsp; But it did make me wonder... at what age should they be allowed?&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a kid, we all played outside without supervision from a very young age.&amp;nbsp;That is not the reality in today&#39;s world... we are either much more knowledgeable or much more paranoid, but either way, it ain&#39;t what it used to be!&amp;nbsp; There are no laws that stipulate&amp;nbsp;at what age&amp;nbsp;a child can play unsupervised, so I went to look online... there are lots of conversations on the topic, however, no real consensus.&amp;nbsp; I guess there are too many factors to consider...&amp;nbsp;if you live in the city or in a more rural neighbourhood, your child&#39;s personality, if they have older siblings, if there are other neighbourhood kids playing outside unsupervised, etc., etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In the US, there are many Home Owner Associations that are passing regulations that children under the age of 16 cannot play outside alone.&amp;nbsp; I found articles on the topic&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href=&quot;http://freerangekids.wordpress.com/2009/08/06/outrage-of-the-week-we-love-seeing-children-outside-but-not-under-age-16/&quot;&gt;Colorado&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kitchenandresidentialdesign.com/2011/04/further-proof-that-us-suburbia-is.html&quot;&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I think 16 is a little crazy - but it appears that the HOAs are not only worried about safety, but also vandalism (and one&amp;nbsp;in Florida&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a retirement community -&amp;nbsp;another whole story there).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically, I found nothing.&amp;nbsp; If I had to&amp;nbsp;go on pure impulse, I would say&amp;nbsp;somewhere between ages 9 and 11 &amp;nbsp;- depending on my child when he/she reaches that age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;What do you think???&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And here&#39;s something else to consider... because we don&#39;t let our children play outside unsupervised, they are less active, watch more TV and play more video games.&amp;nbsp; What about &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; consequences?&amp;nbsp; I read an article from the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1583398/Parents-too-scared-to-let-children-play-outside.html&quot;&gt;UK Telegraph&lt;/a&gt; discussing the fact that limiting unsupervised play may affect our children&#39;s development - here&#39;s a quote:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Ed Balls, the Children&#39;s Secretary, said it was important that children were given more opportunities to play outside.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;We know that 80 per cent of children prefer to play outside and 86 per cent of parents agreed that on a nice day their children would prefer to go to the park than watch TV,&quot; he told a Sunday newspaper.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Yet children spend less time outside than they would like and less than parents did as children. In our consultations parents told us this is because there are not enough safe places to go - and there is plenty of anecdotal evidence that parents think their children are safer playing inside on a computer than outside.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The consultation paper follows a report by Dr Tanya Byron, a psychologist, on the harmful effects of video games and computers on children.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I definitely want to make sure that my kid are active... which means more structured activities.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s of course another topic of it&#39;s own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s also important to me that they enjoy the outdoors.&amp;nbsp; When it&#39;s nice out in spring/summer/fall, I do try to take them to the park or let them ride their bikes/scooters in front of our house after dinner, but as a working mom I&#39;m not always up for it at the end of a long day.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a challenge sometimes, but I do try and push myself since our&amp;nbsp;nice weather is so very fleeting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thankfully, they&#39;ve always had time outside at day care and now at recess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m so looking forward to this summer when my son will go to day camp for the very first time -&amp;nbsp;he has no idea how much fun he will have being outdoors all day, every day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will, however, point out that this is still&amp;nbsp;ALL supervised outdoor play.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I remember from my childhood was running wild with friends and exploring.&amp;nbsp; That must do something for our sense of adventure and self-confidence.&amp;nbsp; How will our kids fare when they are finally allowed out on their own?&amp;nbsp; Does it make the world a scarier place?&amp;nbsp; Will they be so used to our guardianship that they won&#39;t know how to take care of themselves?&amp;nbsp; Or will they rebel and be risk-takers?&amp;nbsp; All scary stuff with not a lot of answers.&lt;br /&gt;
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As our world continues to evolve, so does our parenting.&amp;nbsp; We assume that we know more today as parents than previous generations, but do we really?&amp;nbsp; I feel like we are often in uncharted waters&amp;nbsp;and just hoping we are heading the right direction.&amp;nbsp; One thing is for certain, we can&#39;t go back... so here&#39;s hoping that what we do today will do right by our children&#39;s futures.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/664108550481295048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-your-kids-play-outside-unsupervised.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/664108550481295048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/664108550481295048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-your-kids-play-outside-unsupervised.html' title='Do Your Kids Play Outside Unsupervised?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKL_Ke5cWnx7NeR5VJFK8J0oyLf24NAar0sf3hF_K5bOCFQRnYCMFyQJ0aTP4kDOoOoDmVteoIYxf-tRK7JPaH_014VY-Zxxy3bQ55zvwSeN86gMW6VRCakgVxR_FFwiCHuCFmWE-8xIi/s72-c/dreamstimefree_5723746.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-8310443221773794473</id><published>2011-05-12T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:30:25.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Live Beyond Your Means? How Do People Do It These Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HNOWj6R5zZ6e6YuzRRUVm94ocY2flqCxkmqoDKKUZGzbfUSeVzJNvQzcmiDXx6wZUEM80rPcWjx_x9ImbiXULReEQ52CGg9_WdCcsAQOe0tUZzOQov2Pm6Uly6ocRNAGcWyexWzU9PZ8/s1600/dreamstimefree_785418.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HNOWj6R5zZ6e6YuzRRUVm94ocY2flqCxkmqoDKKUZGzbfUSeVzJNvQzcmiDXx6wZUEM80rPcWjx_x9ImbiXULReEQ52CGg9_WdCcsAQOe0tUZzOQov2Pm6Uly6ocRNAGcWyexWzU9PZ8/s320/dreamstimefree_785418.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between mine and my husband&#39;s salaries we make a pretty good living, and yet we never feel like we have a whole lot of disposable income.&amp;nbsp; I often look around at friends and acquaintances who can&#39;t be making that much more than us, but who seem to live much more lavish lifestyles - more trips, bigger houses, fancier cars, dinners and shows, etc. I can&#39;t help but wonder, how do they do it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;We try hard to put money away toward savings, but I never feel like I&#39;m doing enough.&amp;nbsp; Our priority right now is definitely our children&#39;s education - we contribute the maximum to their RESPs every year.&amp;nbsp; And of course, money goes toward RRSPs.&amp;nbsp; I recently created a budget and tried to figure out where to cut on expenses... I didn&#39;t have a whole lot of success.&amp;nbsp; And I kept asking myself, are we doing something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
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Expenses for certain things have definitely gone up - I find our grocery bill ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; I saw an episode recently&amp;nbsp;of TLC&#39;s new show Extreme Couponing and thought maybe I needed to try coupons.&amp;nbsp; Then I read a couple of blog posts from women who had also seen the new show and experimented... the time it took to find the coupons and go to the right stores didn&#39;t seem to make it worthwhile, unless you wanted to do it as a full time job like the women on the show.&amp;nbsp; Since time is something I don&#39;t have a ton of as it is, I&#39;m thinking this is not the way to do it for our family.&amp;nbsp; Although using a few coupons here and there can&#39;t be all bad if they are for stores where I&#39;m already shopping... I&#39;ll put that on my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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In all seriousness though, I did&amp;nbsp;a little search on &quot;how to live within your means&quot; and found mostly the same stuff.&amp;nbsp; Here&#39;s an &lt;a href=&quot;http://o5.com/10-easy-ways-to-live-within-your-means/&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that had one of the most common list of tips.&amp;nbsp; We already do quite a bit of what was included:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have created a budget&amp;nbsp;so we&amp;nbsp;know what comes in and how much goes out, we don&#39;t have&amp;nbsp;credit card debt, we don&#39;t eat out often, I bring a lunch almost every day, I don&#39;t buy coffee daily (although my husband often does, despite&amp;nbsp;my purchase of a&amp;nbsp;Nespresso machine), I make a shopping list before doing the groceries, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; The reality is, we are pretty simple folks.&amp;nbsp; We don&#39;t make extravagant purchases or feel we have to keep up with the Joneses, but somehow, others seem to just do more.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they may be living in debt or on credit, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of those areas that just doesn&#39;t get discussed amongst friends, and often even amongst family.&amp;nbsp; It seems intrusive and off limits.&amp;nbsp; But I am asking... how do you do it?&amp;nbsp; For any of you brave enough to answer, I&#39;m sure that I&#39;m not the only one wondering!&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/8310443221773794473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-live-beyond-your-means-how-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8310443221773794473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8310443221773794473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-live-beyond-your-means-how-do.html' title='Do You Live Beyond Your Means? How Do People Do It These Days?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HNOWj6R5zZ6e6YuzRRUVm94ocY2flqCxkmqoDKKUZGzbfUSeVzJNvQzcmiDXx6wZUEM80rPcWjx_x9ImbiXULReEQ52CGg9_WdCcsAQOe0tUZzOQov2Pm6Uly6ocRNAGcWyexWzU9PZ8/s72-c/dreamstimefree_785418.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-6678480876321607276</id><published>2011-05-10T13:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:11:58.920-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cosmetic surgery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="would you consider plastic surgery?"/><title type='text'>Would You Consider Plastic Surgery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEith_yqJhsnCLU_xH0QB1jY_dWjArxTdH_rGAQdoDm5M_28_wnGuj0fPbnddBn8iFzNfou0-VCkjiOc6kGPayx0Oz8OuQ-CUkM1QCdPGVltGboDlVogJWIHVBFPyFCdp25hDzMp-oFIfw7e/s1600/dreamstime_14259359.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEith_yqJhsnCLU_xH0QB1jY_dWjArxTdH_rGAQdoDm5M_28_wnGuj0fPbnddBn8iFzNfou0-VCkjiOc6kGPayx0Oz8OuQ-CUkM1QCdPGVltGboDlVogJWIHVBFPyFCdp25hDzMp-oFIfw7e/s320/dreamstime_14259359.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I edge closer to my mid-40&#39;s, I understand how&amp;nbsp;natural it is for many women to contemplate plastic surgery.&amp;nbsp; So far, I&#39;m pretty darned lucky and look much younger than my age, however, I am definitely noticing changes&amp;nbsp;with my body.&amp;nbsp; Probably the most notable to my own eyes is my skin tone - it&#39;s not as smooth and even as it used to be (yes mom, I know you told me the sun is poison...).&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not a vain person but I do start to wonder how much one&#39;s looks are tied up with both one&#39;s self-confidence and happiness.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s no question that when you&#39;re at your best (i.e. good hair day, feeling less bloated than usual, brighter eyes from a full night sleep, hot outfit, etc.) you feel better and your whole mood changes.&amp;nbsp; So as&amp;nbsp;things start to droop and sag, I wonder if I will be able to maintain&amp;nbsp;my sense of self-confidence despite&amp;nbsp;the aging process.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve always said that there was no way I&#39;d go under the knife.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t necessarily think there&#39;s anything wrong with it if you do, but it&#39;s just not for me.&amp;nbsp; I might, however, be in the minority.&amp;nbsp; With the ever growing popularity of cosmetic procedures, it has not only become widely acceptable, but also widely accessible.&amp;nbsp; In addition,&amp;nbsp;there are also many less invasive and&amp;nbsp;less expensive options to choose from... which may be the reason so many more women are turning to these types of procedures.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here were the most &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.plasticsurgery.org/News-and-Resources/Statistics.html&quot;&gt;popular cosmetic surgery procedures&lt;/a&gt; for 2010*:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;2010 Top Five Cosmetic Surgical Procedures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Breast Augmentation &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;296,000&lt;/b&gt; (2% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Nose Reshaping &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;252,000&lt;/b&gt; (1% decrease from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Eyelid Surgery &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;209,000&lt;/b&gt; (3% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Liposuction &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;203,000&lt;/b&gt; (2% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Tummy Tuck &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;116,000&lt;/b&gt; (1% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;2010 Top Five Cosmetic Minimally-Invasive Procedures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Botulinum Toxin Type A &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;5.4 million&lt;/b&gt; (12% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Soft Tissue Fillers &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;1.8 million&lt;/b&gt; (3% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Chemical Peel &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;1.1 million&lt;/b&gt; (no change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Laser Hair Removal &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;938,000&lt;/b&gt; (5% increase from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Microdermabrasion &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;825,000&lt;/b&gt; (9% decrease from 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;*Source: American Society of Plastic Surgeons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I get it... if there was no pain, no risk and it cost nothing, I&#39;d be the first in line for the tummy tuck!&amp;nbsp; Birthing two kids in my late thirties... well, need I say more?&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I just work the abs as best I can and suck it up that I now have a permanent muffin top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;When I look at the stats, my concern&amp;nbsp;turns to&amp;nbsp;what this means if we choose NOT to pursue any kind of procedure, invasive or not.&amp;nbsp; Is it possible to age gracefully while we socialize with friends and family who look &quot;better&quot; or &quot;younger&quot; because they chose cosmetic surgery?&amp;nbsp; Do we develop a stronger sense of self-esteem as we get older (in addition to the lines and wrinkles) to deal with this? I&#39;m not so sure.&amp;nbsp; Of course, there are many examples of cosmetic surgery gone bad and in that case, those of us who choose to stay &quot;au naturale&quot; will feel much better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;With this ever-growing popularity, I think that many women are going to feel like this is one instance they may &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to &quot;keep up with the Joneses&quot;.&amp;nbsp; For me,&amp;nbsp;unless they develop some very cool laser that is painless and risk free and makes us look 25 again, I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;out of this rat race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;My bigger concern, however, is what&amp;nbsp;this means for our daughters.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;re growing up knowing that if you don&#39;t like something about yourself, you just go have it fixed.&amp;nbsp; What happened to self-acceptance and appreciating our uniqueness?&amp;nbsp; Will they want to achieve the media&#39;s version of beautiful and end up all looking the same?&amp;nbsp; And then when they have daughters who look nothing like them, then what?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;And how sick is this - a plastic surgeon wrote a book called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mybeautifulmommy.com/&quot;&gt;&quot;My Beautiful Mommy&quot;&lt;/a&gt; for mother&#39;s with young children contemplating plastic surgery.&amp;nbsp; So we&#39;re supposed to explain to our young daughters that mommy is just not beautiful the way she is and that she has to go through painful procedures in order to be so... while at the same time telling them they are beautiful just they way they are?&amp;nbsp; Talk about being a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara-Italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m all for making ourselves look and feel our best.&amp;nbsp; I also completely understand fixing a feature that has caused abject embarrassment and teasing, especially when it gets to the point of damaging our self-esteem.&amp;nbsp; But where do we draw the line?&amp;nbsp; When is enough enough?&amp;nbsp; Let me know what you think... would you consider plastic surgery (or have you)?&amp;nbsp; If so, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/6678480876321607276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-consider-plastic-surgery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/6678480876321607276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/6678480876321607276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-consider-plastic-surgery.html' title='Would You Consider Plastic Surgery?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEith_yqJhsnCLU_xH0QB1jY_dWjArxTdH_rGAQdoDm5M_28_wnGuj0fPbnddBn8iFzNfou0-VCkjiOc6kGPayx0Oz8OuQ-CUkM1QCdPGVltGboDlVogJWIHVBFPyFCdp25hDzMp-oFIfw7e/s72-c/dreamstime_14259359.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-4224509639870567162</id><published>2011-05-06T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:28:39.378-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother&#39;s Day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="origin&#39;s of Mother&#39;s Day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>How Did Mother&#39;s Day Get Started?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhrcvs2rRcRlmuc-cRyeVh8P25XcdlFJ9OJ_HBwS7X95prBzaPIDfKWVrMcxCXGn9rqieSCv9drPAtZsvQAeOWainWkAJt0sLH5vixltqP6C-Iqrp0Ve9afrZVJOuDciA2WCdqRxf7BOP/s1600/dreamstimefree_4835206.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;245&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhrcvs2rRcRlmuc-cRyeVh8P25XcdlFJ9OJ_HBwS7X95prBzaPIDfKWVrMcxCXGn9rqieSCv9drPAtZsvQAeOWainWkAJt0sLH5vixltqP6C-Iqrp0Ve9afrZVJOuDciA2WCdqRxf7BOP/s320/dreamstimefree_4835206.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Like many holidays, we take them as they come but don&#39;t always think about their origins.&amp;nbsp; I was curious on this one so I did a little digging.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s a very handy site called &lt;a href=&quot;http://mothers-day.123holiday.net/&quot;&gt;123holiday.net &lt;/a&gt;that provides this kind of information.&amp;nbsp; Of course, honouring mother&#39;s goes back to Greek times, but if we are speaking specifically about our modern version, here&#39;s what they had to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the United States, Mother&#39;s Day started nearly 150 years ago, when Anna Jarvis, an Appalachian homemaker, organized a day to raise awareness of poor health conditions in her community, a cause she believed would be best advocated by mothers. She called it &quot;Mother&#39;s Work Day.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Fifteen years later, Julia Ward Howe, a Boston poet, pacifist, suffragist, and author of the lyrics to the &quot;Battle Hymn of the Republic,&quot; organized a day encouraging mothers to rally for peace, since she believed they bore the loss of human life more harshly than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;
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In 1905 when Anna Jarvis died, her daughter, also named Anna, began a campaign to memorialize the life work of her mother. Legend has it that young Anna remembered a Sunday school lesson that her mother gave in which she said, &quot;I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mother&#39;s day. There are many days for men, but none for mothers.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Anna began to lobby prominent businessmen like John Wannamaker, and politicians including Presidents Taft and Roosevelt to support her campaign to create a special day to honor mothers. At one of the first services organized to celebrate Anna&#39;s mother in 1908, at her church in West Virginia, Anna handed out her mother&#39;s favorite flower, the white carnation. Five years later, the House of Representatives adopted a resolution calling for officials of the federal government to wear white carnations on Mother&#39;s Day. In 1914 Anna&#39;s hard work paid off when Woodrow Wilson signed a bill recognizing Mother&#39;s Day as a national holiday. &lt;br /&gt;
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At first, people observed Mother&#39;s Day by attending church, writing letters to their mothers, and eventually, by sending cards, presents, and flowers. With the increasing gift-giving activity associated with Mother&#39;s Day, Anna Jarvis became enraged. She believed that the day&#39;s sentiment was being sacrificed at the expense of greed and profit. In 1923 she filed a lawsuit to stop a Mother&#39;s Day festival, and was even arrested for disturbing the peace at a convention selling carnations for a war mother&#39;s group. Before her death in 1948, Jarvis is said to have confessed that she regretted ever starting the mother&#39;s day tradition. &lt;br /&gt;
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Despite Jarvis&#39;s misgivings, Mother&#39;s Day has flourished in the United States. In fact, the second Sunday of May has become the most popular day of the year to dine out, and telephone lines record their highest traffic, as sons and daughters everywhere take advantage of this day to honor and to express appreciation of their mothers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is&amp;nbsp;amazing that&amp;nbsp;so many holidays with more meaningful origins have evolved into Hallmark occasions.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s like it&#39;s not a holiday unless we commercialize it in some way!&amp;nbsp; In our house, we don&#39;t usually exchange much in terms of gifts, but we most definitely do cards.&amp;nbsp; This year, like last, we&#39;ll go with my husband&#39;s family to their golf course for brunch.&amp;nbsp; The kids have a blast because they usually do some type of entertainment for them.&amp;nbsp; Last year it was a magician.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what this year will bring.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my most special Mother&#39;s Day was my first.&amp;nbsp; I felt awed by the mere fact that I was on the other side of the holiday for once.&amp;nbsp; Since I had my son at age 36, it was a long time coming!&amp;nbsp; Since then, I take them as they come.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t say it feels different than any other day.&amp;nbsp; In my house, every day is Mother&#39;s Day (unless the kids are really being a pain in the ass... then not so much).&amp;nbsp; But no, really, I appreciate motherhood so much and never take it for granted.&amp;nbsp; You know that feeling when there&#39;s something really, really good in your life that you&#39;re afraid if you blink it may disappear?&amp;nbsp; Kind of like when you were younger and had just starting dating a guy you were really into and you were afraid to use the term &quot;boyfriend&quot; because you knew as soon as you did, he might break up with you.&amp;nbsp; Well, that&#39;s how I feel every day when I look at my kids.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m so crazy about them and I feel incredibly blessed that I have the honour of being their mom.&amp;nbsp; To me, that&#39;s all the gift I need.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Mother&#39;s Day to all.&amp;nbsp; Hope it&#39;s a wonderful day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/4224509639870567162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-did-mothers-day-get-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/4224509639870567162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/4224509639870567162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-did-mothers-day-get-started.html' title='How Did Mother&#39;s Day Get Started?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhrcvs2rRcRlmuc-cRyeVh8P25XcdlFJ9OJ_HBwS7X95prBzaPIDfKWVrMcxCXGn9rqieSCv9drPAtZsvQAeOWainWkAJt0sLH5vixltqP6C-Iqrp0Ve9afrZVJOuDciA2WCdqRxf7BOP/s72-c/dreamstimefree_4835206.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-9036463915056623597</id><published>2011-05-04T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:02:19.120-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amazon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dinner time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dinner time routine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eat together"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodreads"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peaceful dinner"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="read together"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading to kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Read Together, Eat Together - A Recipe For Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujkPz4BpHXr-raC74gl7BsD6i1ZV7AHq8Bh1SIlrw6VU-1LtiLyzk-_4CCpDICwblF9nJviqLdG2UZzHNiEcn7REOVg8bBvOTLI71N1Jo2IaXMeiTf_Japo6cMdgr6gP_r7CZTIWQUBsA/s1600/dreamstime_18973172.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujkPz4BpHXr-raC74gl7BsD6i1ZV7AHq8Bh1SIlrw6VU-1LtiLyzk-_4CCpDICwblF9nJviqLdG2UZzHNiEcn7REOVg8bBvOTLI71N1Jo2IaXMeiTf_Japo6cMdgr6gP_r7CZTIWQUBsA/s320/dreamstime_18973172.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a very busy working mom, my brain doesn&#39;t always retain everything I would like, but something said by my son&#39;s Principal at her welcome speech last fall is&amp;nbsp;still crystal clear hear in my head.&amp;nbsp; She looked out at the sea of parents sitting in the school gym and said, I have two pieces of advice for you that will be fundamental in the parenting of your children - if you hear anything tonight, hear this:&amp;nbsp; read to your children and sit down and eat dinner together at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe the reason this&amp;nbsp;resonated with me so much is because I&amp;nbsp;love food and I am a passionate reader.&amp;nbsp; I loved food and cooking so much that I went to culinary school and got a degree.&amp;nbsp; As for reading... I was that child my parents had to discipline to get my nose OUT of the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s start with eating together.&amp;nbsp; We are almost there - I sit down with the kids every night for dinner, but my husband is usually not home in time during the week.&amp;nbsp; I know this poses a problem for many families and can be a challenge.&amp;nbsp; My suggestion is trying to at least accomplish dining as a family a minimum of 3-4 times a week.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps there is a night or two during the week where schedules can be flexible, and if not, then weekends are a must.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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OK - so&amp;nbsp;we have mostly accomplished the dining together part... but I&#39;m not sure yet how it&#39;s actually faring for me.&amp;nbsp; You see, dinner hour&amp;nbsp;is often&amp;nbsp;the most stressful part of my day.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re all tired from a long day and it&#39;s easy for the little things to get to us all.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the highlights of a typical dinner hour at my house:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling the kids to the table approximately 6-10 times before they appear&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids complaining about what&#39;s on the menu (or what&#39;s not on the menu)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids getting up 2 minutes after sitting down to use the loo&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids getting up for any reason whatsover&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids not sitting properly on chair...&amp;nbsp;leading to spills and other fun accidents&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids arguing over who gets juice poured first (or which cup they want... buy duplicates!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids using cutlery to make music or&amp;nbsp;gouges in my table... and inevitably landing on the floor&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids playing with their food&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids talking over one another and fighting over who spoke first&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Me resorting to negotiating (close to begging) to get them to eat... you know, the countdown&amp;nbsp;of how many more bites and the dreaded &quot;no dessert&quot; threat&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Believe me, I try.&amp;nbsp; I imagine the whole Leave It To Beaver good old-fashioned mealtime and try to emulate it... so honey, tell me about your day?&amp;nbsp; How was school?&amp;nbsp; Did you listen to your teacher?&amp;nbsp; Did you get along with your friends?&amp;nbsp; I always ask them what the best part of their day was (what made them happy).&amp;nbsp; I find this puts a positive spin on things and hopefully gets the conversation on a positive note too.&amp;nbsp; In a perfect scenario, we all chat amicably, eat peacefully and are just happy to be together.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it usually doesn&#39;t go that way (see bullets above).&lt;br /&gt;
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So I thought I would search for some tips on the web on how to make dinner time more peaceful.&amp;nbsp; Welllll..... surprise, every tip I found was stuff I was already doing!&amp;nbsp; Things like setting expectations, turning off the phone, including your child in the conversation, teaching manners, taking turns on who can speak, eating what is prepared (i.e. don&#39;t be a short-order cook), etc.&amp;nbsp;Since I appear to be doing the right things but clearly not getting the desired results... I am going to ask for tips from any of you seasoned moms out there... and I&#39;m going to switch to part 2 of this post... reading together!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always been a passionate reader.&amp;nbsp; I love to lose myself in the many worlds and lives found in books.&amp;nbsp; On my recent post where I discussed the things I missed from before becoming a mom, you will notice that reading a book was NOT on the list.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s because I can&#39;t NOT read.&amp;nbsp; One way I&#39;ve been able to do this is by incorporating reading into cuddle time with the kids.&amp;nbsp; I will first read to them - thankfully, they love books as much as I do.&amp;nbsp; After reading to the kids, we snuggle up in front of the TV so that they can zone out and watch cartoons before bed.&amp;nbsp; I find it&#39;s a great way to help them relax and transition.&amp;nbsp; So while they are watching cartoons, you guessed it, I&#39;m reading.&amp;nbsp; This is also part of our Saturday morning routine.&amp;nbsp; We get cozy together, they watch cartoons and I read.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many great books out there for children.&amp;nbsp; We recently got the &lt;a href=&quot;http://shop.leapfrog.com/leapfrog/jump/Tag/category/Tag&quot;&gt;Leapfrog Tag Readers&lt;/a&gt; and the kids love it.&amp;nbsp; They can not only read the books themselves but also play educational&amp;nbsp;games.&amp;nbsp; A great feature is that you can attach headphones so not everyone has to listen (great for restaurants).&amp;nbsp; I love how interactive the books are - it really captures their attention.&amp;nbsp; We also read tons of regular books - interesting enough, even if I&#39;m reading girl books for my daughter, my son will sit in rapt attention and vise versa.&amp;nbsp; We haven&#39;t yet experienced that they won&#39;t listen if it&#39;s not one of &quot;their&quot; books.&lt;br /&gt;
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We&#39;re in the process of helping my son learn to read.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s definitely wanting to, but I think he&#39;s also a little bit afraid to really try.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a work in progress and I just keep plugging away at it.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure it will simply click one day.&amp;nbsp; I did find this very &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edu.gov.on.ca/eng/document/brochure/earlyreading/index.html&quot;&gt;helpful guide&lt;/a&gt; for parents on the Ontario Ministry of Education website.&amp;nbsp; I think, however, that&amp;nbsp;even when&amp;nbsp;he does learn to read by himself (and my daughter too), I will keep on reading them stories at night.&amp;nbsp; I think there is something very special about reading out loud and sharing the story together.&amp;nbsp; I hear about parents who&amp;nbsp;take more advanced books and read a chapter a night... definitely something I&#39;m itching to try (I just have to find the right book to start).&amp;nbsp; Suggestions welcome!&lt;br /&gt;
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As an avid reader, I&#39;m always on the lookout for good books myself.&amp;nbsp; I keep a memo list in my blackberry and keep a running list of books to read.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I always have my phone with me so no matter where I am or who I&#39;&#39;m speaking with, I can keep an updated list.&amp;nbsp; Since I have a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Wireless-Reader-Wifi-Graphite/dp/B003DZ1Y8Q/ref=amb_link_355368642_2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=06SCMVEPHY6J94P4GS8A&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=1294552182&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846&quot;&gt;kindle&lt;/a&gt;, I purchase almost all of my books on &lt;a href=&quot;http://amazon.com/&quot;&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They send me regular emails on new books and book recommendations based on my purchases.&amp;nbsp; I love that.&amp;nbsp; And when you are on the site reading a book review, they always have a ton of other suggestions based on the book you are reviewing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I also joined something called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/&quot;&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt; which allows you to share book recommendations with friends.&amp;nbsp; I only have one connection at the moment - but she always makes good choices and we have the same taste in books!&amp;nbsp; And I of course always exchange book titles with my other avid reader friends.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to comment on my blog post below with any of YOUR recommendations, or if you connect here from my facebook link, on there as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I leave you with one thing in mind... read to your kids and dine together as much as possible! Until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/9036463915056623597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/read-together-eat-together-recipe-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/9036463915056623597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/9036463915056623597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/read-together-eat-together-recipe-for.html' title='Read Together, Eat Together - A Recipe For Success'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujkPz4BpHXr-raC74gl7BsD6i1ZV7AHq8Bh1SIlrw6VU-1LtiLyzk-_4CCpDICwblF9nJviqLdG2UZzHNiEcn7REOVg8bBvOTLI71N1Jo2IaXMeiTf_Japo6cMdgr6gP_r7CZTIWQUBsA/s72-c/dreamstime_18973172.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-6463892197276512406</id><published>2011-05-02T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:29:47.422-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="before becoming a mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother&#39;s Day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things I miss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>The Things I Miss From &quot;Before Becoming A Mom&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiailA8fxMJCYreNayZFElJpepoqT55cJzi1H16YeX9wg0sraIAHNO70bb4b6dqG4aPykt5rOHjlKvnWyXcBTcLXygCYXjxSygovd6a7jJuu6EoC6pBhEFJB_iRwxRQRSMmBLCAr3K4-2kc/s1600/Passover+2011+116+%252822%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiailA8fxMJCYreNayZFElJpepoqT55cJzi1H16YeX9wg0sraIAHNO70bb4b6dqG4aPykt5rOHjlKvnWyXcBTcLXygCYXjxSygovd6a7jJuu6EoC6pBhEFJB_iRwxRQRSMmBLCAr3K4-2kc/s320/Passover+2011+116+%252822%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is an endless supply of advice from all kinds of people when you are expecting - everyone has an opinion on what you should do and what to expect.&amp;nbsp; When pregnant with my first child, I heard things like sleep as much as you can before the baby comes (as if you can actually bank those hours... not), see lots of movies, read lots of books, got out to lots of restaurants, etc., etc. In other words, do all of the things you like to do as an individual because after the baby comes, you&#39;re just someone&#39;s mom and you come last.&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally speaking, I paid attention to what people were saying but not whole-heartedly.&amp;nbsp; I had waited a long time to become a mom (I was 36) and so all of those things I would easily give up for a baby and the chance to be a mom.&amp;nbsp; They seemed inconsequential (and often still do).&amp;nbsp; With Mother&#39;s Day fast approaching, I started to think about how I&#39;ve changed in the last 6 1/2 years and what I miss most about my previous &quot;self&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I would obviously not change a thing about my present life as a mom, but you don&#39;t stop being you and so it&#39;s completely expected that looking back, there will be things you will miss.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some of the things I came up with (in no particular order)...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a day spent leisurely and aimlessly shopping with friends... and spending money on frivolous things just for me&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my completely flat stomach&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;going to the toilet in privacy (that includes taking a shower)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;traveling without a million bags, extra changes of clothes, toys, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;watching what I want to watch on TV&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;seeing all of the latest movies in the theatre, instead of on video&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;getting only myself ready in the morning&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;taking a &quot;time out&quot; - you never just get to turn off as a mom&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my things were&amp;nbsp;&quot;my things&quot;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;talking on the phone without interruptions&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;saying bad words without fear of imitation by small humans&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;eating a meal without getting up 10 times (especially to wipe a butt)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;having a clean car without crumbs and sticky stuff&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a third glass of wine which would actually make me tipsy (any more than 2 and I feel it the next day, even if it doesn&#39;t make me tipsy - that sucks!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;being sick without having to get up and take care of anyone else&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;exercising for more than 20 minutes, especially taking long walks&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;just being alone&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;So here&#39;s a surprise as I write this post... after finishing the list, I realized that in fact,&amp;nbsp;I actually don&#39;t care all that much about most of it.&amp;nbsp; Sure, it was fun to&amp;nbsp;think about.&amp;nbsp;Those things are nice and all, but they can&#39;t hold a candle to what I have now.&amp;nbsp; Here&#39;s a glimpse... yesterday was a glorious day and we took the kids out for a picnic lunch on the mountain.&amp;nbsp; As we walked toward the mountain, my 4yr old daughter held my hand and started skipping and singing &quot;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know much of the lyrics but after the first two lines, she kept singing the words and actually knew the song.&amp;nbsp; It was the cutest thing ever.&amp;nbsp; I looked over at my husband and our eyes connected and I knew he was thinking the exact same thing - we were amazed and delighted.&amp;nbsp; It may seem like a small thing (my daughter singing a song we didn&#39;t know she&amp;nbsp;knew) but it was so much more.&amp;nbsp; Her happiness and free spirit as she skipped and sang was so pure and so innocent.&amp;nbsp; It captured a moment of such joy and I loved being a part of it.&amp;nbsp; I loved being her mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s moments like these that make me realize how much I have&amp;nbsp;changed in the last 61/2 years.&amp;nbsp; I may miss glimpses of my old life but those things will come again one day.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I have gained more than I ever thought&amp;nbsp;possible which has made me a much better version of myself.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t express how blessed I feel that I have the privilege of being their mother.&amp;nbsp; I may worry that I don&#39;t always do the job perfectly, but I will always try my best.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There&#39;s no better job in the world...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/6463892197276512406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-miss-from-before-becoming-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/6463892197276512406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/6463892197276512406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-miss-from-before-becoming-mom.html' title='The Things I Miss From &quot;Before Becoming A Mom&quot;'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiailA8fxMJCYreNayZFElJpepoqT55cJzi1H16YeX9wg0sraIAHNO70bb4b6dqG4aPykt5rOHjlKvnWyXcBTcLXygCYXjxSygovd6a7jJuu6EoC6pBhEFJB_iRwxRQRSMmBLCAr3K4-2kc/s72-c/Passover+2011+116+%252822%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-1898398296455325705</id><published>2011-04-29T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:50:09.978-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bride"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good wife"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="royal wedding"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>After The Wedding Comes Marriage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXQcE-pASStHBd5ax1KGmxjlxKuHM4lT_4Am426M7wHosCDQGaRplrJhKAbFOmEm6xV6LMOy5TMNpiJUmPYwstzJlo6yR01oyCDMJpshyKO7SjZ2FBdfXr4mKCYOcVair-yYht1DDJGIq/s1600/royal+wedding.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXQcE-pASStHBd5ax1KGmxjlxKuHM4lT_4Am426M7wHosCDQGaRplrJhKAbFOmEm6xV6LMOy5TMNpiJUmPYwstzJlo6yR01oyCDMJpshyKO7SjZ2FBdfXr4mKCYOcVair-yYht1DDJGIq/s320/royal+wedding.jpg&quot; width=&quot;237&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In light of today&#39;s historical wedding of William and Kate and the crazy &quot;wedding fever&quot; gripping the world, I thought it might be interesting to discuss the magnitude that such a day plays in the lives of so many women.&amp;nbsp; The fairytale wedding to a handsome prince charming is the dream of almost every little girl, and it&#39;s crazy to think it&#39;s all over in one single day.&amp;nbsp; Look at all of the shows on TV dedicated to this one day:&amp;nbsp; Say Yes To The Dress, Rich Bride Poor Bride, Wedding SOS, A Wedding Story, For Better Or For Worse, Who&#39;s Wedding Is It Anyway, Bridezillas, I Do Let&#39;s Eat, I Propose, Engaged And Underage... and on and on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;We already know about all of the excitement and joy a bride-to-be feels in preparation for her big day, but the planning&amp;nbsp;of the wedding can also lead to all kinds of stress, anxiety and drama.&amp;nbsp; It is kind of crazy to think of all of the effort that goes into being a bride, especially compared to so little that&#39;s put in to becoming a wife.&amp;nbsp; And we all know, the wife part lasts a whole lot longer than the bride part!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Now that Kate&#39;s big day is almost over, real life begins.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s probably had a whole lot more training for what that entails given she will be leading a public life, but what about us common folk?&amp;nbsp;The honeymoon comes to an end and the&amp;nbsp;excitement wanes - for many women the transition from bride to wife&amp;nbsp;can take some getting used to.&amp;nbsp; Marriage is wonderful, but it also takes a lot of work to keep it that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the fairy tales we grew up on, &quot;happily ever after&quot; ends when the princess marries her prince.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got married, I was 35 and pregnant (yes, it was planned).&amp;nbsp; Since we had already been living together, I had a pretty good handle on what the wife part was going to be.&amp;nbsp; Given our age and circumstances, our priorities for a wedding were not the traditional ones.&amp;nbsp; My husband had been married previously and had told me from day one that he didn&#39;t want to get married unless he knew for sure that he would be a dad (hence him knocking me up before us getting married).&amp;nbsp; He had also had&amp;nbsp;the traditional&amp;nbsp;big wedding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When it came down to it, I was more than happy to put whatever finances were earmarked for a wedding toward a down payment&amp;nbsp;on a house.&amp;nbsp; I thought nesting at that point was a whole lot more important that one big celebration.&amp;nbsp; We eloped and got married on the beach with 4 witnesses and a Rabbi.&amp;nbsp; We didn&#39;t tell our families in advance but simply called them after the ceremony to let them know.&amp;nbsp; A week after we came back they threw as an intimate luncheon that was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although I had no issue giving up the fairytale wedding of my childhood dreams, I must say there were two things I did feel badly about missing... firstly, the whole dress experience and secondly, having my father walk me down the aisle.&amp;nbsp; I did wear a white dress that was perfect for our beach wedding (together with white flip flops), but it wasn&#39;t the same as having that whole princess dress shopping experience (and I do love to shop).&amp;nbsp; That said, I have absolutely no regrets over our wedding and would do it all over again in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what makes a&amp;nbsp;&quot;good&quot; wife in today&#39;s world?&amp;nbsp; I found a very funny &lt;a href=&quot;http://j-walk.com/other/goodwife/index.htm&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that told you what it meant back in 1955 - the contents are posted at the bottom of this post.&amp;nbsp; In my humble opinion (we&#39;re just approaching our 7th anniversary), what makes a good wife depends on the partnership you have.&amp;nbsp; Each relationship is different and what works for some, may not work for you.&amp;nbsp; On that list, however,&amp;nbsp;there are some ingredients which are non-negotiable&amp;nbsp;for a happy marriage:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;love&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;mutual respect, honesty, loyalty and acceptance&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;open communication&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;picking your battles and fighting fair (let&#39;s face it, you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; fight)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;being secure both as an individual and as a couple&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;having realistic expectations of each other&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a healthy sex life&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sharing in household and child-rearing&amp;nbsp;responsibilities (hopefully&amp;nbsp;on an equal basis if you both work full time)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;being supportive of one another&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;giving each other space&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;treating each other as you would a best friend&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
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This is by no means an exhaustive list.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sure why we&#39;re so fascinated&amp;nbsp;with weddings and brides - but I have to say I loved watching the ceremony this morning.&amp;nbsp; Do we just love the romance part of it?&amp;nbsp; Do we want the things that traditionally followed... security, house, children?&amp;nbsp; Or does it just represent &quot;happiness&quot; - something we are all seeking?&amp;nbsp; Whatever it may be, I do hope that Kate gets here happily ever.&amp;nbsp; I hope that as husband and wife, Kate and Will have a successful marriage.&amp;nbsp; Now we will all wait with bated breath for the first new little royals!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2 align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000cc;&quot;&gt;The Good Wife&#39;s Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;From &lt;i&gt;Housekeeping Monthly&lt;/i&gt;, 13 May, 1955.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you&#39;ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be happy to see him. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t greet him with complaints and problems. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t complain if he&#39;s late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A good wife always knows her place. &lt;/li&gt;
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For those of you who don&#39;t know me, I&#39;m the Director of Marketing for a company called Mayfair Tech Inc.&amp;nbsp; Our initial product launch was &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shatobu.com/&quot;&gt;ShaToBu - The Workout You Wear&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The name stands for &quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pe&quot;, &quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ne&quot; and &quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;bu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rn&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure you might be wondering what the heck it is... first let me ask, do you know what shapewear is?&amp;nbsp; I assume the whole world knows about Spanx, but just in case, it&#39;s the modern day girdle you wear under your clothes to suck you in and smooth you out.&amp;nbsp; Many of us have tried this under a special occasion dress (or under &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; post-baby LOL).&amp;nbsp; Our ShaToBu shapewear, however, doesn&#39;t just suck and smooth, it was scientifically proven to also tone your muscles and help you burn extra calories as you move about during the day.&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t bore you with all of the science that&#39;s been done, but I can assure you it does work, and it is real.&amp;nbsp; If you&#39;re really interested, you can check out the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shatobu.com/en-ca/what-is-shatobu/proven-technology&quot;&gt;proven technology&lt;/a&gt; page on our website.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When I first interviewed for the job, it wasn&#39;t the shapewear part of things that caught my interest, but rather&amp;nbsp;the workout component.&amp;nbsp; I wasn&#39;t a shapewear wearer, but I was and have always been into exercise.&amp;nbsp; When I first went back to work after both my maternity leaves, I was in fighting form.&amp;nbsp; All of the baby weight was gone and I was toned and fit.&amp;nbsp; And then real life happens.&amp;nbsp; The long walks with baby in the stroller and time to exercise disappear and the weight starts to creep back on (and body gets a bit &quot;soft&quot; - ugh).&amp;nbsp; If you&#39;re a working mom, I don&#39;t have to tell you how hard it is to fit exercise into your regular routine.&amp;nbsp; Even if you do manage, things come up... kids keep you up at night, travel, stress... etc. Basically, extra sleep can often win out over the early morning workout.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I thought was so cool about ShaToBu was that it made you look better instantly (sucked in the dreaded muffin top and eliminated VPLs... visible panty lines) AND it also gave you an edge long term to help you get/stay in shape.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s NOT a miracle product and doesn&#39;t replace going to the gym, but it does that little bit of extra that may just get/keep you on the right track.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps you may wonder how it can do this... well,&amp;nbsp;there are&amp;nbsp;built-in resistance bands in the back of the garment (just like the resistance bands we use in the gym) - wearing it makes your muscles work just a little bit harder than doing the same movement without, which in turn helps you burn the extra calories.&amp;nbsp; It was developed by a female chiropractor who was concerned for the health of her female patients.&amp;nbsp; I liked that part too.&amp;nbsp; We now have shapers, tights, leggings&amp;nbsp;and coming soon, everyday wear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without turning this into a sales pitch for ShaToBu, let me get to the part that I found cool - squeezing in the light workout in my regular daily routine.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot of research out there that shows that doing small spurts of exercise are just as good, and maybe even better, than doing a longer workout.&amp;nbsp; Doing less is also easier on our muscles and joints (another problem if we are older working moms LOL).&amp;nbsp; Check out this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ivillage.com/short-bursts-exercise-good-heart-study/4-a-339395&quot;&gt;study&lt;/a&gt; done in Scotland and another &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.naturalnews.com/024188_fitness_health_fat_loss.html&quot;&gt;study&lt;/a&gt; done in UK.&amp;nbsp; Good news for us!&amp;nbsp; At the end of the day though, doing anything is always better than nothing.&amp;nbsp; Every little bit helps!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So in addition to wearing ShaToBu, here are some of the other things I have done to sneak a little bit of exercise in my day, especially on those when I miss my workout!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a 10-20 minute walk at lunch&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;get up from my desk and stretch for 10 minutes in the afternoon (or however many minutes I can manage)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;do some exercise while sitting or standing at my desk when on the phone (see images below - I created these for ShaToBu) - you can also do these while watching TV&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;take the stairs when I can&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;in nicer weather, play ball or do something active with the kids before/after dinner (walking the dog together is&amp;nbsp;good too... especially for the dog)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;put on some music and dance with the kids - they LOVE it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;take one of the farthest parking spots in the lot&lt;/li&gt;
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At this stage of my life, I find all of the little things add up... whether they are the pluses or minuses.&amp;nbsp; Those extra bites off my kids&#39; plates add up to pounds on my butt, so it goes without saying that whatever little extra I can do to stay active will hopefully have the opposite effect.&amp;nbsp; It certainly can&#39;t hurt.&amp;nbsp; If I include my kids in the activity, I get the bonus of spending time with them too.&amp;nbsp; And just&amp;nbsp;as important as spending the time together, teaching them about an active lifestyle instead of one sitting in front of the TV, computer or video game, will hopefully create healthy habits&amp;nbsp;to last them&amp;nbsp;a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Does the silhouette look familiar?&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s me LOL!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/2565013130008043853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-in-my-avoiding-working-mom-burnout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/2565013130008043853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/2565013130008043853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-in-my-avoiding-working-mom-burnout.html' title='The &quot;Work&quot; In My Avoiding Working Mom Burnout'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJl1bTP3t8SQkR2-cFjdvXVfGnP7GmPvwwpPR07LsAyGKNCy7ugcZsYCTFSlon3ct7WqLjAkw4Qtu9sRO8thNGsSgQxuRrXx2arlzCjs1MMvu6HLM-CL_74QGyvi3bZbaoKLbPmlpSeJ9A/s72-c/IMG00072-20100928-1151.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-8283074537257152323</id><published>2011-04-25T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:57:14.500-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="judging other mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="judging ourseves as mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Are You Guilty Of Judging Other Mothers, And Even Yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJx-izm3vcXZbc4E0xeNcAOeORZSyEJKCGFW-2jb_sPICbWa_gYLX_QYUjIqtS5Gwysru3yiLtRM79Gqx1xyNnqjaCo74s0GmpsIZIMY6SM_eBJi5HlEebMhaUQihd-ox_rSNx9VxvbEVh/s1600/dreamstimefree_2003017.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; i8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJx-izm3vcXZbc4E0xeNcAOeORZSyEJKCGFW-2jb_sPICbWa_gYLX_QYUjIqtS5Gwysru3yiLtRM79Gqx1xyNnqjaCo74s0GmpsIZIMY6SM_eBJi5HlEebMhaUQihd-ox_rSNx9VxvbEVh/s320/dreamstimefree_2003017.jpg&quot; width=&quot;158&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In simpler times past, a woman&#39;s role was that of wife, mother and keeper of the home.&amp;nbsp; As we gained our independence and took on new roles, our choices grew tremendously.&amp;nbsp; And with so many choices, we can&#39;t help but question ourselves and the choices we make.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not surprising then, that we not only judge other mothers, but ourselves as well.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because comparing ourselves to others tells us if we are performing in our chosen role - in other words, it helps us determine if we are a good or bad mother.&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s completely natural to judge ourselves and others as a result of being insecure about our choices, and we&#39;re insecure about our choices because it&#39;s impossible to do it all by today&#39;s standards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s almost like we have a checklist in our heads of &quot;good&quot; mom and &quot;bad&quot; mom moments.&amp;nbsp; We look at another mother and see something she is doing and say &quot;Crap, I don&#39;t do that, I must be failing in some way&quot;, or &quot;Phew, I do that too so I must be on the right track&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I think we play a good game of pretending to do it all and be happy doing it.&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s taboo to talk about the truth and whether or not we are truly happy in our new roles and all of the choices we have to make in today&#39;s world.&amp;nbsp; I think there is so much guilt in whichever choice we make that we are basically set up to fail in our own minds.&amp;nbsp; I think it leads us to feeling as if others are judging all of our actions, as well as to us making choices based on those perceived judgments.&amp;nbsp; Those judgments can come from everywhere, family, friends, colleagues, as well as other mothers.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a virtual pressure cooker!&amp;nbsp; Whether you choose to be a stay-at-home mom, a working mom or a part-time working mom, we feel like people will have something to say based on the choices we make.&amp;nbsp; And the crazy part is, we&#39;re scared they&#39;ll look down on us for the choice, rather than praise us!&lt;br /&gt;
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We judge other mothers for a variety of reasons... one in particular is when we don&#39;t know what to do ourselves.&amp;nbsp; I think the &quot;safety in numbers&quot; mentality comes in to play and we look around to see what others are doing so we can figure out the &quot;right&quot; thing to do.&amp;nbsp; But just because something may work for the majority, it does not necessarily mean it will work for you.&amp;nbsp; We have to dig deep to really question ourselves on whether a certain choice is the right choice for ourselves and for our family&amp;nbsp;- having the confidence to do so can sometimes be daunting.&amp;nbsp; Why do you think it&#39;s so hard for us to trust our own judgment?&amp;nbsp; In other aspects of my life, I don&#39;t hesitate to&amp;nbsp;make decisions, and I do so&amp;nbsp;with authority.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I also think that we tell ourselves that certain things make us happy, because they are &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to make us happy (and because they are&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; making other mothers happy).&amp;nbsp; I think we&#39;re scared to dig deep and be honest with ourselves about our thoughts and our lives.&amp;nbsp; I think when other moms ask us about our lives and choices, we often tell them what we think we should say (or what we think they want to hear), rather than the truth.&amp;nbsp; I think the truths is often too scary.&amp;nbsp; The truth is, I think we are all afraid of failing our kids in some way.&amp;nbsp; Or even worse, that the choices we have made which we presumed would make us happy, are not in actual fact making us happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve really been digging deep lately and asking myself what would make me happiest?&amp;nbsp; I know that trying to compete with other mothers can only end up making me feel bad.&amp;nbsp; Although it&#39;s very difficult, I&#39;m trying hard not to be influenced by what others are doing&amp;nbsp;(or not doing), in addition to what I think everyone expects of me.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t think we can truly find happiness in&amp;nbsp;the roles we have chosen unless we are completely honest with our deepest thoughts and&amp;nbsp;desires.&amp;nbsp; And once we figure these out, have the courage to make the changes despite our worries of what others may think.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a fine balance for sure... trying to be happy while still doing what we feel is right for our kids, our family and ourselves.&amp;nbsp; But in the end, if we don&#39;t try, isn&#39;t that the biggest failure of all?&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I&#39;m not alone in how I am feeling.&amp;nbsp; There are lots of other moms blogging on this topic.&amp;nbsp; Check out this post by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.themomcrowd.com/judging-other-mothers&quot;&gt;The Mom Crowd&lt;/a&gt; - she gives some good tips on how to stop judging other moms.&amp;nbsp; I also recently read &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Was-Really-Good-Before-Kids/dp/B0030EG0BG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303761327&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot;&gt;I Was A Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids:&amp;nbsp; Reinventing Modern Motherhood&lt;/a&gt; by Trisha Ashworth and Amy Nobile.&amp;nbsp; A really thought provoking read.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/8283074537257152323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-guilty-of-judging-other-mothers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8283074537257152323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8283074537257152323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-guilty-of-judging-other-mothers.html' title='Are You Guilty Of Judging Other Mothers, And Even Yourself?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJx-izm3vcXZbc4E0xeNcAOeORZSyEJKCGFW-2jb_sPICbWa_gYLX_QYUjIqtS5Gwysru3yiLtRM79Gqx1xyNnqjaCo74s0GmpsIZIMY6SM_eBJi5HlEebMhaUQihd-ox_rSNx9VxvbEVh/s72-c/dreamstimefree_2003017.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-5645606104352931325</id><published>2011-04-25T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:32:53.837-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Date Night"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Erica Diamond"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women On The Fence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Date Night Part 3!</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s a fun Monday for me... it&#39;s my first time as a guest blogger - check out my date night blog that was posted on Erica Diamond&#39;s site today - &lt;a href=&quot;http://womenonthefence.com/2011/04/25/scheduling-date-nights/&quot;&gt;Women On The Fence&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, stay tuned for my next post... it will be an interesting one (now that I&#39;m back and all refreshed from our family vacation).</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://womenonthefence.com/2011/04/25/scheduling-date-nights/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/5645606104352931325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/date-night-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/5645606104352931325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/5645606104352931325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/date-night-part-3.html' title='Date Night Part 3!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-848604731059704291</id><published>2011-04-15T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:06:49.492-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things that make me happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Do You Know What Makes You Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEYiJ8lYS-Fe4l11bRmM3z10evsdwMfJ4yvCZB34dQlEbU0gvSD7icMiPWlAjgZyyWxYYY2kgEc5Z0nhZ4K1P7-9gfRASOnFkhb8BO9jcXuw_wtGqX9grixezc_UZJr7XbttaHw7AG8U8/s1600/dreamstimefree_1872443.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEYiJ8lYS-Fe4l11bRmM3z10evsdwMfJ4yvCZB34dQlEbU0gvSD7icMiPWlAjgZyyWxYYY2kgEc5Z0nhZ4K1P7-9gfRASOnFkhb8BO9jcXuw_wtGqX9grixezc_UZJr7XbttaHw7AG8U8/s320/dreamstimefree_1872443.jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a good TGIF - last day in the office before we&#39;re off on the family vacation for a week.&amp;nbsp; That makes me REALLY happy.&amp;nbsp; It made me start thinking about what else made me happy.&amp;nbsp; And then I thought, what if I made a list of those things and then tried to do or experience more of them on a regular basis?&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s definitely a habit worth making.&amp;nbsp; Do you know what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is my list.&amp;nbsp; No particular order.&amp;nbsp; It includes big things, as well as small ones. Probably not all-inclusive... but a good start.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;family vacations (right now this is top of the list)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the first sight of my kids&#39; faces in the morning and at the end of the work day &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;date night with my husband&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the moment when I finish the 5am workout&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a good hair day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the sound of my kids laughter, especially when they are laughing together&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;indulging in a delicious ice cream (or any other dessert, but I love ice cream)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sunshine&amp;nbsp;warming my face (well, warm &amp;amp; sunny weather in general)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a success at work or praise from my boss(es)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;writing my blog&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;when someone comments on my blog (hint, hint)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hearing from an old friend&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;shabbat dinner with family at&amp;nbsp;our house&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a glass of wine at the end of the day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;waking up on the weekend and not having to rush out of the house, especially because it includes cuddling with the kids - no better way to start my day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;reading a great book&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;playing bejeweled&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;watching my kids do something they enjoy and their sense of accomplishment when they master something new&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;shopping, especially when I&#39;m in another city (and I get to browse at leisure)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;feeling fit and healthy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cooking with my husband (and/or kids)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a great chick flick&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;an income tax refund (it&#39;s that time of year)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;8 straight hours of sleep - a rarity&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hiking or walking outdoors on a beautiful day with the family&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cuddling with my husband and kids in bed&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;some good female bonding&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the beach, the ocean and mountains (in other words, beautiful scenery)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;receiving flowers for no reason... at the office&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a great, stress-relieving massage&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a great song that makes me want to dance (even though I&#39;m a crappy dancer)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a pedicure (thinking about the beach here and that my toes are not yet done)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a good traffic day - it means extra precious minutes with my kids&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;stimulating conversation&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;So I think I&#39;ll stop there... I could probably keep going but I&#39;m feeling that you probably not only get the point of this exercise, but also a good idea about what makes me happy!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day challenges of the hectic life of a working mom, it&#39;s a lot harder to slow yourself down to enjoy the moment and squeeze in a few extra things that put a smile on your face.&amp;nbsp; A reminder once in a while is not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wishing you all a good weekend and a happy passover to my Jewish friends!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll be back in a week ;-)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/848604731059704291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-know-what-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/848604731059704291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/848604731059704291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-know-what-makes-you-happy.html' title='Do You Know What Makes You Happy?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEYiJ8lYS-Fe4l11bRmM3z10evsdwMfJ4yvCZB34dQlEbU0gvSD7icMiPWlAjgZyyWxYYY2kgEc5Z0nhZ4K1P7-9gfRASOnFkhb8BO9jcXuw_wtGqX9grixezc_UZJr7XbttaHw7AG8U8/s72-c/dreamstimefree_1872443.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-18590865118202008</id><published>2011-04-14T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:30:26.489-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family vacation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traveling with kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>The Family Vacation - The Importance, Fantasy &amp; Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKTK4mJu6_AEZ-6YrgqQC2W19aztCo0xloi3jWDpAB8FMLqrtimrUodRcDnHk5DZ526v44K-hHjmfFEGaLIC4t9INp_lllZPacOYUDNDtBBfz4_eCv1KqtvtcrURYv1SKs4Ai4JY4TgNy/s1600/Cancun+2010+328.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKTK4mJu6_AEZ-6YrgqQC2W19aztCo0xloi3jWDpAB8FMLqrtimrUodRcDnHk5DZ526v44K-hHjmfFEGaLIC4t9INp_lllZPacOYUDNDtBBfz4_eCv1KqtvtcrURYv1SKs4Ai4JY4TgNy/s320/Cancun+2010+328.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We usually take a vacation with the kids twice a year... and one is coming up this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Firstly, I&#39;d like to say YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re heading down to Florida for a week to celebrate Passover with our families.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, I&#39;d like to talk about why I think the family vacation is so important and how to make it a good one.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I look back to when I was growing up, the one thing I always remember are the family trips we took with my parents.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, those memories stick more than any others.&amp;nbsp; I think the family vacation is even more important for my kids because as working parents, it&#39;s the only opportunity we&amp;nbsp;get to spend any length of quality time together.&amp;nbsp; Even on weekends, there are errands to do, people to see or things to do, so vacation time is truly, truly special.&amp;nbsp; I cherish every second of it - there are no responsibilities, no schedules, nothing to do but concentrate on having fun together.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t wait to wake up each day and not have to rush the kids out of the house... to just be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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You might remember that I wrote two posts about our weekend trip to Ottawa - the first was my anticipation of spending a fun weekend together as a family by taking a spur of the moment trip, and the second was post-trip detailing the actual reality of that trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t stress enough the importance of having a realistic view of what your family vacation is going to be, as well as knowing how to make the most of it.&amp;nbsp; Part of that is knowing what to expect when you get there, including the quality of the hotel or place where you are staying, what the activities will be, and what resources are available to you.&amp;nbsp; The weekend get-away to Ottawa was a first for us and we had never been to the specific hotel in question - this definitely led to some disappointment.&amp;nbsp; At Christmas time, we usually go to the same resort and know exactly what the vacation will be, and same goes for our trip to Florida...&amp;nbsp;which means&amp;nbsp;less chance for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we go on vacation, here&#39;s what I expect... and how I will plan in advance to make the most of it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my kids will probably whine and give us some sort of challenge both in the airport and on the flights to and from.&amp;nbsp; In preparation, I usually go to the dollar store and get some crafts and new things for them to play with.&amp;nbsp; This is usually a distraction for part of the trip.&amp;nbsp; I also pack their favorite toys and the portable DVD player to help pass the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;one of them will most likely have some type of accident i.e. spill their juice on themselves, so in preparation, I always pack an extra outfit.&amp;nbsp; And it doesn&#39;t hurt to pack some band-aids, tempra, gravol... you just never know!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my kids will probably fight while we are away and I and/or my husband will be driven nuts and want to kill them.&amp;nbsp; In preparation... hmm...&amp;nbsp;not much one can do except maybe have a glass of wine at lunch... it is vacation after all.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;while at the beach/pool they will invariably need to pee or be hungry.&amp;nbsp; In preparation, I will bring snacks &amp;amp; juice boxes&amp;nbsp;and locate the nearest restroom in advance&amp;nbsp;(and when desperate, there is always the ocean).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;7:30pm bedtime will probably not happen every night so I will be prepared for some crankiness.&amp;nbsp; In preparation... another glass of wine at dinner?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;should we enter a store of any kind,&amp;nbsp;the kids will definitely &quot;have to have&quot; something.&amp;nbsp; In preparation... either leave them with their grandparents or tell them in advance that we are absolutely NOT buying anything for them (that doesn&#39;t seem to work but we still need to say it)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;things just move slower when you have kids in tow... so I remind myself to just relax and have fun - no agendas required!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;As the kids get older, it does seem to get easier.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ve done the family vacation enough over the last few years that&amp;nbsp;I think we no longer have any false expectations.&amp;nbsp; The fantasy is pretty much the reality.&amp;nbsp; I love to get the kids excited in advance (we are now counting do do&#39;s&amp;nbsp;- 3 more to go) so that they are prepared not only for the travel, but also for the fun.&amp;nbsp; And most importantly, when we are actually there, I will tell them several times how great it is to be with them and how special the time is... given that they are young, I want to make sure that they take a mental note of the time together and that it shouldn&#39;t be taken for granted.&amp;nbsp; These moments are to be cherished and remembered (and the 100+ pictures I&#39;ll take should help in that regard).&amp;nbsp; Hopefully they&#39;ll look back as fondly on their family vacations as I do on mine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/18590865118202008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-vacation-importance-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/18590865118202008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/18590865118202008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-vacation-importance-fantasy.html' title='The Family Vacation - The Importance, Fantasy &amp; Reality'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKTK4mJu6_AEZ-6YrgqQC2W19aztCo0xloi3jWDpAB8FMLqrtimrUodRcDnHk5DZ526v44K-hHjmfFEGaLIC4t9INp_lllZPacOYUDNDtBBfz4_eCv1KqtvtcrURYv1SKs4Ai4JY4TgNy/s72-c/Cancun+2010+328.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-1963301401601114381</id><published>2011-04-13T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:07:23.139-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="charity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teaching kids about charity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="volunteer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="volunteering as a family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>How Do You Teach Your Kids About Charity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8gI7Rv6xGQp2kG41OchrGRJoYMjdEV2MIwYHmocIX6L-ztGY6JfCKyEvCSw_vllDtsWG69eAHgkuGKEXWw0kk7dzTRrMsIA73cckH34HVvWGq4J4HuAER7URtVHhxb0cCMaAwImLHtLs/s1600/dreamstimefree_43914.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8gI7Rv6xGQp2kG41OchrGRJoYMjdEV2MIwYHmocIX6L-ztGY6JfCKyEvCSw_vllDtsWG69eAHgkuGKEXWw0kk7dzTRrMsIA73cckH34HVvWGq4J4HuAER7URtVHhxb0cCMaAwImLHtLs/s320/dreamstimefree_43914.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;ve noticed lately that my children are really in the &quot;I want&quot; stage and seem to be under the impression that things are always coming their way.&amp;nbsp; I know this is completely normal for young children but quite frankly, I really don&#39;t like it.&amp;nbsp; So when I heard about &quot;Mitzva Day&quot; this past Sunday as part of the YLC Outreach to help families who don&#39;t have enough for Passover, I thought what a great way to start teaching my kids the art of giving.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention something about their Jewish heritage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think what your parents do and the examples they set definitely impact how you are as an adult with respect to your involvement in the community and charitable organizations.&amp;nbsp; Growing up, my dad did volunteer work and was actually president of the Kidney Foundation of Canada, but that was when I was much younger.&amp;nbsp; This was pretty much the extent of my exposure and I never really got involved personally.&amp;nbsp; I have always made donations to certain causes, but never&amp;nbsp;volunteered my time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My husband&#39;s family is quite active and my father-in-law is currently the&amp;nbsp;President of the YM-YWHA in Montreal.&amp;nbsp; One of my co-workers (the one who told me about Mitzva Day) is extremely active and&amp;nbsp;involved, and devotes a significant amount of her time to charity, as does her family.&amp;nbsp; I find that very impressive and it motivates me to get more involved and to teach my children what charity is all about.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, I was truly surprised by how many young people were volunteering at the event this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was a really nice sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;
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With my son starting kindergarten, we&#39;ve already had several fundraising activities from the school.&amp;nbsp; I of course have spear-headed each campaign and raised the money on his behalf, figuring that he&#39;s too young to do it himself.&amp;nbsp; I think I made a mistake... although I discussed it with him and he knew about the fundraising event, I probably should have made him do the asking and had him more involved.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m definitely going to do so next time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So when is the appropriate time to start teaching your kids about charity?&amp;nbsp; And how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
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I always talk to my kids about others who are less fortunate than us - for example, donating clothes that no longer fit or toys they no longer play with, or even when they don&#39;t care to eat their meal.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I swore I would never do the &quot;starving kids in Africa&quot; thing, but I do.&amp;nbsp; That said, I&#39;m really not sure it worked for me as a kid, so I&#39;m not convinced it will work for them either.&amp;nbsp; It just becomes another thing mom says.&amp;nbsp; I know conversations are important to help them understand about world affairs, whether it&#39;s the natural disasters like the&amp;nbsp;Tsunami in Japan, global warming, clean drinking water, etc., but I think to really make an impact on what these things really mean and how they can affect them personally, I need to do more.&lt;br /&gt;
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It goes without question that the first place I looked to figure out where to start was on the web.&amp;nbsp; I found several suggestions on how to help teach your kids to be more charitable.&amp;nbsp; Here are some tips from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ehow.com/how_2072680_teach-kids-charity.html&quot;&gt;eHow&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;11&quot;&gt;Require that your child donate an old toy for every new toy he or she is given. Make a trip to a local charity that accepts toys part of your child&#39;s birthday activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;10&quot;&gt;Organize a clothing drive in your neighborhood and have your child donate clothes he or she has outgrown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;9&quot;&gt;Take your child to the local library with an armload of books to donate. Later, you can visit the library to find these books on the shelf and, if you can, check inside the cover to see how many times the books have been borrowed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;8&quot;&gt;Allow your child to choose a canned or boxed food item to donate to the food bank when you go to the grocery store. If there&#39;s a donation box at the store, let your child place the donation in the box. Or you can let your child bring the items into the food bank using his or her wagon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;7&quot;&gt;Help your child and his or her friends perform a play or sing at a local nursing home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Buy a large bag of dog or cat food and go with your child to the animal shelter to donate it. If the shelter allows, let your child place a dog biscuit or cat treat in each cage for the animals to enjoy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Take your child along as you check in on elderly or sick neighbors and let him or her help you do errands for them such as raking leaves, cooking a meal or delivering flowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;step&quot; itxtharvested=&quot;1&quot; itxtnodeid=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Encourage your child to set aside part of his or her allowance to give to charity. Help him or her choose the charity that will receive the money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think these tips are very helpful as a starting point and easy to incorporate into one&#39;s lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp;what if we want&amp;nbsp;to take things one step further and volunteer our time for a specific cause?&amp;nbsp; A bit daunting if you have never done this.&amp;nbsp; I know it&#39;s important to choose something that is going to be a fun learning experience while helping in some way.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want it to be something I have to force them to do, I&amp;nbsp;want them to WANT to help others.&amp;nbsp; My other concern is that given they are still very young,&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not quite prepared to&amp;nbsp;expose them to certain hard truths - I feel I need to still protect them from some of the harsher realities life has to offer.&amp;nbsp; For example... they love animals, so I thought about volunteering at a local shelter, but I&#39;m not sure I&amp;nbsp;want to explain that these animals have no homes and that if nobody adopts them, they may be put to sleep.&amp;nbsp; How would that affect them?&amp;nbsp; I see it already, they will want to take all the animals&amp;nbsp;home! So choosing the right opportunity may not be as easy as it would first seem.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started looking on the web and found several websites listing local volunteer opportunities... there is even a &lt;a href=&quot;http://cabm.net/en/node/49&quot;&gt;Volunteer Bureau of Montreal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that lists all of the current requests for volunteers by category.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure there is something similar in every major city.&amp;nbsp; When I just checked their site, there were 904 volunteer opportunities in Montreal.&amp;nbsp; There is also a very helpful &lt;a href=&quot;http://cabm.net/en/First&quot;&gt;section &lt;/a&gt;to give tips to those volunteering for the first time (like me) to help you get started.&amp;nbsp; Here is what they suggested to help you narrow down what type of volunteering you would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had all the human and financial resources in the world, what problem would you solve, what would you change or what would you create? Your answer will tell you what matters the most to you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;What kind of time commitment are you willing to make? Are you looking for regular, weekly volunteer work, or for a short-term or one-time commitment?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Would you prefer to volunteer with other people or by yourself?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Would you like to work from your own home, or would you prefer to volunteer at an organization?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you would like to volunteer away from home, where is the best location for you? Near home? Close to work? Near your child&#39;s day-care centre?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do you have specific skills or talents you would like to share with an organization?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Would you like to develop a specific skill?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;What are your personal goals? Are you re-entering the workforce?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do you want to meet new people?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;So far so good... then I started to search through the different categories and found one for those under &lt;a href=&quot;http://cabm.net/en/node/54&quot;&gt;18 years&lt;/a&gt; - unfortunately, it appeared that there were no opportunities for children under 12.&amp;nbsp; Hmm... so then I started searching opportunities to volunteer as a family in the Montreal area - not as easy as it sounds.&amp;nbsp; I actually tried calling the Volunteer Bureau of Montreal but I was put on hold for way too long and hung up.&amp;nbsp; So now I&#39;m at a bit of a loss as to what we can do.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure there is something out there for us to do, but I&#39;m not quite sure how to find it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So I&#39;m turning this blog around... if any of you out there have volunteered with your kids&amp;nbsp;and know how to proceed or of some actual opportunities, please do tell!&amp;nbsp; Please feel free to comment below, or since I have heard that some people have had a hard time adding comments to my blog, reach out to me on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/jacqueline.stein.elman&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; or on &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/#!/JacqElman&quot;&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I really want to do this!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/1963301401601114381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-you-teach-your-kids-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1963301401601114381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1963301401601114381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-you-teach-your-kids-about.html' title='How Do You Teach Your Kids About Charity?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8gI7Rv6xGQp2kG41OchrGRJoYMjdEV2MIwYHmocIX6L-ztGY6JfCKyEvCSw_vllDtsWG69eAHgkuGKEXWw0kk7dzTRrMsIA73cckH34HVvWGq4J4HuAER7URtVHhxb0cCMaAwImLHtLs/s72-c/dreamstimefree_43914.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-1149400757151243053</id><published>2011-04-08T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:29:12.280-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons from my kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what I learn from my kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>How I Learn From My Kids By What They Do Right - You&#39;ll Be Surprised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6F2qPPu1IPkH6MUvLnOOZKUvnVb63m-XwYzW4gPJPDzBIsXNpG7AivVooHGwXgbjIqRIGnjeu1N6Eu_KeSScCVVkYcsiKFfWNJLTD3WaxE0iP6_9VT5zrkJyU-giXUVgZ6ZDYchakGFY/s1600/Cancun+2010+147.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6F2qPPu1IPkH6MUvLnOOZKUvnVb63m-XwYzW4gPJPDzBIsXNpG7AivVooHGwXgbjIqRIGnjeu1N6Eu_KeSScCVVkYcsiKFfWNJLTD3WaxE0iP6_9VT5zrkJyU-giXUVgZ6ZDYchakGFY/s320/Cancun+2010+147.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good number of my blog posts have centered around the challenges I face in balancing work and family, in&amp;nbsp;addition to those concerning motherhood.&amp;nbsp; You know, anything that helps me avoid burnout while trying to do it all???&amp;nbsp; It started me thinking that perhaps I&#39;m giving my family a bit of a bad rap because I don&#39;t often talk about how great they are and what&amp;nbsp;they actually&amp;nbsp;do right.&amp;nbsp; Even as adults and parents, there is a lot to be learned from others, including our children.&amp;nbsp; I think one of the big joys in having kids is delighting in watching them experience childhood moments that we may have perhaps forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;My children are uniquely different&amp;nbsp;(as are yours, I&#39;m sure) and so the lessons learned from each are also different.&amp;nbsp; My son is a lot like me personality-wise, while my daughter is totally my husband.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That means I&amp;nbsp;really &quot;get&quot; my son and his reactions&amp;nbsp;because he acts in a way that I would expect, but even still, there is a lot I can learn from him.&amp;nbsp; As for my daughter, there are so many things that are not like me, that she can sometimes keep me guessing.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the lessons they have taught me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Lessons from my son:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7SulE1WwPdNNxuI0TtGjgVgaOQtp_-atkNuXq2x60Q0baMgBhRhSfR3gIEz9O7nwCs_44jZdTeXyfuQpxMVIYTZfmpa17v5XjHGUz0ijYOGo5kUhvdN3zOxOc8z9psZxFZOFfoP4OFc3/s1600/Myles+6th+birthday+040.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7SulE1WwPdNNxuI0TtGjgVgaOQtp_-atkNuXq2x60Q0baMgBhRhSfR3gIEz9O7nwCs_44jZdTeXyfuQpxMVIYTZfmpa17v5XjHGUz0ijYOGo5kUhvdN3zOxOc8z9psZxFZOFfoP4OFc3/s320/Myles+6th+birthday+040.jpg&quot; width=&quot;305&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has&amp;nbsp;boundless curiosity and asks lots of questions, which makes me question things I would perhaps take for granted.&amp;nbsp; He is able to put things in a new light.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He has an incredible memory and reminds me of a lot of the little things I might otherwise forget.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He is extremely observant and points things out I wouldn&#39;t normally take note of.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He does things &quot;his way&quot; and for an A-type personality, it makes me see my way isn&#39;t always the &quot;only&quot; way.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;He cannot end his day without &quot;cuddle&quot; time, which is a great way for all of us to end our day.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;That there is joy in things, even if we don&#39;t do them well - he unfortunately has my sense of rhythm but when there&#39;s music on, he doesn&#39;t think twice about getting up to dance - and he does so with total delight.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t look forward to the day he develops self awareness and quits doing things because he&#39;s embarrassed that he doesn&#39;t do them well... despite the fact that he loves doing them.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;That colouring and arts and crafts are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fun - I used to love that stuff and now I get to do it all again!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessons from my daughter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VSJmL5Ryn2HylurJQY5kWEhdkvjOyxgOtghpanfGb_9SY9_v1FDv2HiLJYGdhc4x8SYiF7hAl-3fP8Rm6y9YU9n5Gn5c2yJS_Zcila6HZyT9xrVGMVjHaf5GNkoz__bTXcA8F0S0anBF/s1600/Charley%2527s+4th+birthday+082A.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;267&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VSJmL5Ryn2HylurJQY5kWEhdkvjOyxgOtghpanfGb_9SY9_v1FDv2HiLJYGdhc4x8SYiF7hAl-3fP8Rm6y9YU9n5Gn5c2yJS_Zcila6HZyT9xrVGMVjHaf5GNkoz__bTXcA8F0S0anBF/s320/Charley%2527s+4th+birthday+082A.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her constant happiness and positive outlook just leave me in awe.&amp;nbsp; In this, I wish to emulate her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her ability to really live in the moment shows me I don&#39;t always have to think about what&#39;s coming next.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her boundless energy in tackling anything she does with total abandonment makes me want to get up and go.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her mischievousness and teasing reminds&amp;nbsp;me to lighten up and have a little more fun.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her sense of discovery makes me think outside the box.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her fearlessness makes me want to try new things and be more adventurous.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Her unconditional love no matter what reminds me to accept people for who they are.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Sometimes it&#39;s OK to cry if you don&#39;t get your way.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;that due to all of the pressures we face with respect to our kids reaching certain&amp;nbsp;childhood milestones, that we spend more time evaluating where our children may fall short, rather than focusing on all of the things they do right.&amp;nbsp; This is separate and apart from praising them and building their self-esteem - that focuses more on their &quot;accomplishments&quot; and less on who they are as people.&amp;nbsp; Although we love our children unconditionally and, if you are like me, in total awe that we created these little human beings, we don&#39;t always stop to appreciate the little human beings they actually are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;There isn&#39;t a day that goes by that I don&#39;t feel blessed to have been given the privilege of being a mom.&amp;nbsp; My kids may often drive me crazy, make me lose my patience or just plain make me want to tear my hair out, but I wouldn&#39;t want it any other way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some days are easier while others harder and totally&amp;nbsp;exhausting, but one things is for sure, I won&#39;t EVER take this journey for granted.&amp;nbsp; As with every Friday afternoon, I wait with impatience for my weekend to begin so I can race home to spend it with my family - the best thing that has ever happened to me.&amp;nbsp; TGIF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/1149400757151243053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-learn-from-my-kids-by-what-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1149400757151243053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1149400757151243053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-learn-from-my-kids-by-what-they.html' title='How I Learn From My Kids By What They Do Right - You&#39;ll Be Surprised!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6F2qPPu1IPkH6MUvLnOOZKUvnVb63m-XwYzW4gPJPDzBIsXNpG7AivVooHGwXgbjIqRIGnjeu1N6Eu_KeSScCVVkYcsiKFfWNJLTD3WaxE0iP6_9VT5zrkJyU-giXUVgZ6ZDYchakGFY/s72-c/Cancun+2010+147.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-126661640763487666</id><published>2011-04-07T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:50:30.173-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day care"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daycare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discipline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>The &quot;Others&quot; Raising Our Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBdmLbFNFSSstOw2NYpQAdEGBANwWJ6iDyL2vcS8N5Ukh5gIS-GL7Fb50gG75k9KG_uwH5G7oAdBc0ezul3IbCshXPxdJ8zzrBGrV49p3UjUYjJFYlJVTl5PTC347h8bv9k26payxSX6M/s1600/dreamstimefree_1002367.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBdmLbFNFSSstOw2NYpQAdEGBANwWJ6iDyL2vcS8N5Ukh5gIS-GL7Fb50gG75k9KG_uwH5G7oAdBc0ezul3IbCshXPxdJ8zzrBGrV49p3UjUYjJFYlJVTl5PTC347h8bv9k26payxSX6M/s320/dreamstimefree_1002367.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the majority of moms going back to work after having a baby today, we have to rely on so many others to help raise our children.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I debated early on nanny vs. day care.&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law always worked and so my husband grew up with nannies in his house.&amp;nbsp; My mom stayed at home full time and we never had help in the house.&amp;nbsp; I actually never had any kind of help, even to clean, until I met my husband (at age 34).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My husband advocated strongly for a nanny for our kids because it was what he knew, and I stayed strong on the day care option.&amp;nbsp; I had seen my brother go through several nannies and read too many nanny horror stories.&amp;nbsp; I felt that with day care, there would be licensed educators, other kids to play with, schedules and routines, etc.&amp;nbsp; I also felt they would learn a lot more.&amp;nbsp; Even if a teacher quit, the environment and other kids stayed the same so there would be lots of consistency too.&amp;nbsp; Although I knew that they would get sick a lot in the first year or two, I also knew that my nephew who stayed home with a nanny got sick all the time when he started kindergarten... because he didn&#39;t have his immune system built up from being around other kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, I won out on the day care option.&amp;nbsp; If you ask my husband now, he will say it was absolutely the right option for our kids and that he has zero regrets.&amp;nbsp; I do feel we got really lucky&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the teachers they have had (and that my daughter still has) - we never had any issues.&amp;nbsp; The kids were happy and always liked their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that my kids are getting a little older, we do have help in the house.&amp;nbsp; I leave very early in the morning for work and can&#39;t make either pick up or drop off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our housekeeper picks up my son everyday from school&amp;nbsp;(and often does the morning drop off when my husband is out of town).&amp;nbsp; My daughter&#39;s day care hours are longer and until she starts pre-K in the fall, I am at least able to dop her off and pick her up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So here is the meat of the matter for me. Our housekeeper is the loveliest, biggest hearted lady and I feel blessed to have her as part of our family.&amp;nbsp; But... she&#39;s afraid to stand up to my son.&amp;nbsp; At pick up time, the kids are often in the computer lab and he doesn&#39;t want to leave.&amp;nbsp; He makes a big fuss.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s embarrassed and doesn&#39;t want to make a scene as she feels others are judging her (I told her the only thing they are thinking when they are looking is &lt;em&gt;Thank God It&#39;s Her Kid And Not Mine!&lt;/em&gt;).&amp;nbsp; When he&#39;s home with her on a PD day, he manipulates her into watching TV all day.&amp;nbsp; I tell her you have to take him outside!&amp;nbsp; She says he refuses to go.&amp;nbsp; I say he&#39;s 6! She says I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; But it remains unchanged.&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t matter how many times I say she is allowed to discipline him (appropriately) if he doesn&#39;t listen, she just can&#39;t stand her ground with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem is only starting to get bigger.&amp;nbsp; The more he can get away with, the more he tries to get away with.&amp;nbsp; He can sometimes be rude to her, or, he can simply ignore her.&amp;nbsp; If I&#39;m around, I quickly interject, but when I&#39;m not around, he senses her fear and takes full advantage.&amp;nbsp; I try to talk to her about it and encourage her to stand up to him, but I&#39;m not sure it&#39;s helping.&amp;nbsp; It worries me that as he gets older, he will get even more difficult for her to handle if she doesn&#39;t start getting tougher with him.&amp;nbsp; Add to that my daughter who will&amp;nbsp;also soon be part of her daily pick up.&amp;nbsp; She will watch what her brother does and emulate that behaviour.&amp;nbsp; I need our housekeeper to grow a back bone or else I&#39;m scared that&amp;nbsp;my kids will run rampant with her!&amp;nbsp; What happens when homework enters the equation?&amp;nbsp; Will she be able to make them sit down and do it?&amp;nbsp; I rely on her to not&amp;nbsp;only take care of my kids, but to also discipline them when needed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t for a second question the care that they are receiving from her, but I do want my children to be well-mannered and well-behaved.&amp;nbsp; In order for that to happen,&amp;nbsp;she has to not only give them&amp;nbsp;boundaries and limits, but also enforce them!&amp;nbsp; As a total A-type personality, I&#39;m very frustrated that I am reliant on her and that I cannot make her do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have obviously also sat down with my son to explain that he cannot behave this way.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I resorted to threats of removing his toys from his room should he continue to have tantrums when she picks him up.&amp;nbsp;We&#39;ll see if that works.&amp;nbsp;Otherwise, I&#39;m at a loss on this one and would truly appreciate some additional insight!&amp;nbsp; Although this is not a do or die situation (the after-school window is not huge at the moment), I do want to resolve it.&amp;nbsp; As a very hands on mother, I must say it&#39;s very difficult that I can&#39;t fix this one on my own.&amp;nbsp; Help!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/126661640763487666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/others-raising-our-children.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/126661640763487666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/126661640763487666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/others-raising-our-children.html' title='The &quot;Others&quot; Raising Our Children'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBdmLbFNFSSstOw2NYpQAdEGBANwWJ6iDyL2vcS8N5Ukh5gIS-GL7Fb50gG75k9KG_uwH5G7oAdBc0ezul3IbCshXPxdJ8zzrBGrV49p3UjUYjJFYlJVTl5PTC347h8bv9k26payxSX6M/s72-c/dreamstimefree_1002367.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-371404502168430961</id><published>2011-04-06T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:17:00.377-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grades"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="helicopter mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting style"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="report card"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tiger mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wokring mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>The Report Card-How &amp; When Do You Encourage Kids To Get Better Grades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W6TDE-kmK4PcvJ-T3U119J1_n8hY7nl2ur55kXUtVcVUAPiqTfsKuJ3ohKhBi9LXI2KK_OUMO3tJdSA3xkjc6vM1AI7zR7dPAPWoSvmZYCZvA5kepykFeEPxQfoV3c1pNi-AQhHTKr43/s1600/report+card.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W6TDE-kmK4PcvJ-T3U119J1_n8hY7nl2ur55kXUtVcVUAPiqTfsKuJ3ohKhBi9LXI2KK_OUMO3tJdSA3xkjc6vM1AI7zR7dPAPWoSvmZYCZvA5kepykFeEPxQfoV3c1pNi-AQhHTKr43/s320/report+card.JPG&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son just received his second kindergarten report card and I was happy to see that he&#39;s made some progress.&amp;nbsp; I sat down with him and tried to explain the things his teacher thought he was doing really well with, and those he needed to still show some improvement.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not quite sure if he fully grasped what I was saying and what the grades meant, but I felt it was important to at least have the conversation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;It started me thinking - at what point do you actually start &quot;encouraging&quot; them to get better grades? &amp;nbsp;I mean I do encourage him to try harder now, but I really mean when do I start setting expectations regarding grades?&amp;nbsp; I was always a straight A student but it was really my own drive that put me there and not pressure from my parents.&amp;nbsp; Although I think part of the drive came from wanting to please them and make them proud.&amp;nbsp; But it was a decision I made and an expectation I put on myself... what if my children don&#39;t do the same?&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting good grades is more important today than ever - getting into schools has never been tougher and you of course want your child to have every advantage, which includes getting the best education.&amp;nbsp; You&#39;ve all heard about the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2043313,00.html&quot;&gt;Tiger Mom&lt;/a&gt; by now, right?&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t imagine being that type of mom and putting that type of pressure on my children - don&#39;t they also have the right to just be children?&amp;nbsp; They&#39;ll hit the real world soon enough!&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, we also seem to try harder today at encouraging self-esteem and providing tons of positive feedback.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, that doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;paint a realistic picture for our children of who they really are... which can&#39;t be good either.&amp;nbsp; Not every scribbled picture they make is a masterpiece, but we sure tell them it is.&amp;nbsp; So where does that leave us?&amp;nbsp; In this video, they examine the different parenting styles (including the Tiger Mom&#39;s style) and I found it quite interesting:&lt;br /&gt;
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For me, the question that first comes to mind is &lt;em&gt;isn&#39;t there somewhere in between?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Do we have to be either super strict or totally laisser faire?&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t we do a bit of both?&amp;nbsp; Isn&#39;t there a happy medium?&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel children crave boundaries and limits because it makes them feel safe.&amp;nbsp; I also feel that each child is an individual and that a certain parenting technique can work for some but not others.&amp;nbsp; I watched several videos on the topic and many of those videos interviewed children who had been raised by&amp;nbsp;a tiger&amp;nbsp;mom, but also others who had moms who were more lax, as well as some who had helicopter moms (the moms who hover over everything the child does).&amp;nbsp; In one video all three parenting styles resulted in children who were straight A students.&amp;nbsp; In others, children of tiger moms said that they would never choose to raise their own children that way and that it was a horrible way to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think it&#39;s possible to choose one style and say it&#39;s the right one.&amp;nbsp; I think the bigger part of the equation is knowing what motivates and what hurts your own child.&amp;nbsp; I already see that the reactions I get from my parenting style is different with my son vs. my daughter.&amp;nbsp; If I raise my voice with my son, he withdraws into himself and actually beats himself up (i.e. last night at dinner, he kept getting up from the table so I eventually raised my voice and&amp;nbsp;he reacted by pouting and moving to a chair at the other end of the table).&amp;nbsp; My daughter on the other hand, reacts to a raised voice by bursting into tears and hiding behind the couch - she&#39;s a total drama queen.&amp;nbsp; All she wants me to do is come back over to her and pick her up and hug her... as if she&#39;s been the wronged party.&amp;nbsp; So how would it be possible to have the same style for each of them?&lt;br /&gt;
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But back to the good grades question.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want my kids to be raised to think that school and grades are the end all and be all, despite their overriding importance.&amp;nbsp; For me there is more to life and I also want them to experience joy and fun.&amp;nbsp; I guess that&#39;s my motivation for making them happy, well-rounded individuals.&amp;nbsp; Which means I have to find a balance between pushing them to excel and letting them live.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m definitley keeping my fingers crossed that they will love school and learning as I did because that would certainly make my job easier, but if not, I am prepared to push them if that&#39;s what it takes.&amp;nbsp; My original question still remains... at what point do you start pushing?&amp;nbsp; I actually couldn&#39;t find anything helpful here on the internet (shocker!) so I&#39;m going with... &lt;em&gt;when it feels right&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll just have to trust myself on this one.&amp;nbsp; And when/if that time comes, I found some very helpful tips on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.essortment.com/encourage-child-good-grades-40489.html&quot;&gt;essortment&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I leave you with those:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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1. Talk about it. Don&#39;t expect your child to know what is expected or how you feel about the good or bad grades that come home at report time. Be clear in setting a reasonable standard. While you want to emphasize that careless neglect of studies will lead to loss of privileges (such as telephone, computer, or television), you should highlight the positives of earning good grades&amp;nbsp;and what rewards may be expected. &lt;br /&gt;
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2. Write it down. Post a chart on the refrigerator for young children, or make a contract with high school kids that rewards high marks with driving or social privileges. Whatever your system is, make a written copy so students can&amp;nbsp;check it anytime, especially if the guidelines are detailed or complex, such as awarding $5 per A, $4 per B, and nothing per C or lower. Ignoring children&#39;s school grades means they will likely not care either. &lt;br /&gt;
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3. Offer a reward. As indicated above, rewards may be tangible, such as dollar amounts, or they may be intangible, like privileges. Be reasonable in assessing the value of your student&#39;s academic performance, keeping in mind that some kids are natural scholars while others are clearly the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;
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4. Gear studies to your child&#39;s aptitude. If your son loves sports, order a software&amp;nbsp;program that uses professional game clips or players&#39; names to endorse a learning method. For kids who love the outdoors, suggest they ask for extra credit assignments connected to nature study. Look for ways to link personal interests to school progress. &lt;br /&gt;
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5. Get involved. Volunteer at school. Studies show that parents who help out at their child&#39;s school tend to see improved grades in their children&#39;s report cards. You also may want to suggest that the teacher&amp;nbsp;adopt a rewards program (using books, ice cream, fast food, etc.) as an incentive to prompt high achievement levels. &lt;br /&gt;
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6. Give hugs. Recent research indicates that kids still like Mom and Dad to hug or embrace them, but not in front of their friends. Parents remain the most influential people in their kids&#39; lives, so be a good role model in valuing education, reading for leisure, and praising academic success.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/371404502168430961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/report-card-how-when-do-you-encourage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/371404502168430961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/371404502168430961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/report-card-how-when-do-you-encourage.html' title='The Report Card-How &amp; When Do You Encourage Kids To Get Better Grades?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W6TDE-kmK4PcvJ-T3U119J1_n8hY7nl2ur55kXUtVcVUAPiqTfsKuJ3ohKhBi9LXI2KK_OUMO3tJdSA3xkjc6vM1AI7zR7dPAPWoSvmZYCZvA5kepykFeEPxQfoV3c1pNi-AQhHTKr43/s72-c/report+card.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-1013857892413661334</id><published>2011-04-01T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:23:34.436-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bedside manner"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="c. difficile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sick mommy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Why It Particularly Sucks To Be Sick When You&#39;re A Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlCikt6bz2Dw0s4vNvd_-vAa4-oIXAFE-5cYD59CNwCjECuV6P7YoSEmRMC_hQlT5ct1zkIXR8nvh5YcnCA6d2F8nG38qPYy749BnZbpwD8HD1uwrqsnYSlInxOy97xFljx7R6o8hDTse/s1600/4836qibfpsi5xr.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlCikt6bz2Dw0s4vNvd_-vAa4-oIXAFE-5cYD59CNwCjECuV6P7YoSEmRMC_hQlT5ct1zkIXR8nvh5YcnCA6d2F8nG38qPYy749BnZbpwD8HD1uwrqsnYSlInxOy97xFljx7R6o8hDTse/s320/4836qibfpsi5xr.jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case any of you missed me over the last couple of days... I&#39;m back.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been too sick over the last couple of days to raise my head from the pillow, never mind write a blog post.&amp;nbsp; You may recall that I recently wrote a post about how it sucks to take care of your kids when you&#39;re feeling crappy.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp;I wanted to&amp;nbsp;take another go on that topic... from a slightly different view point.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been sick now for almost a month.&amp;nbsp; It started&amp;nbsp;with strep throat.&amp;nbsp; The day after I completed the 10 day treatment with antibiotics, I started having a horrible case of the runs... for 10 straight days.&amp;nbsp; Then I got a cold and respiratory infection.&amp;nbsp; Went back to the doctor to find out I got c. difficile from the antibiotics I took for the strep (hence the runs, nausea, stomach cramps, etc.).&amp;nbsp; Who knew that taking something to help you get better could actually make you sick???!!!&amp;nbsp; This is what &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hl-vs/iyh-vsv/diseases-maladies/cdifficile-eng.php&quot;&gt;Health Canada&lt;/a&gt; states about c. difficile:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;The use of antibiotics increases the chances of developing &lt;em&gt;C. difficile&lt;/em&gt; diarrhea because antibiotics alter the normal levels of good bacteria found in the intestines and colon. When there are fewer good bacteria, &lt;em&gt;C. difficile&lt;/em&gt; can thrive and produce toxins that can cause an infection.&lt;/blockquote&gt;OK, enough about that crappy stuff - no pun intended.&amp;nbsp; Because what I really want to write about is how when you&#39;re a mom, you truly never get a break.&amp;nbsp; You NEVER get a time out.&amp;nbsp; As the matriarch of the family you are expected to be there to make things run smoothly... or better yet, to make things run they way they always run.&amp;nbsp; And when they don&#39;t, everything gets thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband simply has NO CLUE how to be around me when I&#39;m sick.&amp;nbsp; Although he obviously wants me to get better, it&#39;s like he&#39;s angry at me for being unwell (and hence not happy and bubbly).&amp;nbsp; When he asks me how I&#39;m feeling, it&#39;s like an accusation.&amp;nbsp; He wants me to say &quot;all better&quot; but if I&#39;m not feeling better, I&#39;m almost tempted to lie just to avoid his audible disappointment.&amp;nbsp; He has&amp;nbsp;zero bedside manner and just has no idea on what to say to make me feel better.&amp;nbsp; And the longer this goes on, the less empathetic he gets.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s almost like he doesn&#39;t believe me.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I had a&amp;nbsp;diagnosis from the doctor this week - it was like phew, I have validation and proof that I am actually sick!&amp;nbsp; This morning he actually said that he thinks I&#39;m depressed because I haven&#39;t &quot;given&quot; anything to him or showed him any affection while I&#39;ve been sick.&amp;nbsp; WHAT???&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So to fill him in (and any other husband/father who might have the same issue) I have the following to say:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show lots of compassion and empathy - and stay positive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Let mom feel miserable - it&#39;s OK to feel bad when you&#39;re sick.&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t have to pretend to be happy, nor do you have to feel guilty if you&#39;re not!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Give her&amp;nbsp;a hall pass - have no expectations of her in &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; capacity.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take charge!&amp;nbsp; Take over the tasks normally done by mom, even if the kids want mom to do it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t lecture her over what she needs to do to get better.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just be there - you don&#39;t have to play doctor and make her better.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;My husband is the kind of guy that doesn&#39;t know how to just listen&amp;nbsp; - he always has to solve the problem.&amp;nbsp; And this proves true when I&#39;m sick.&amp;nbsp; This is not a problem to be solved and if I&#39;m crabby and miserable, then you just have to buck up and deal with it.&amp;nbsp; And I bet I would be a lot less crabby and miserable if he said a few more nice things and genuinely tried to make me feel better instead of lecturing me and being annoyed&amp;nbsp;over how&amp;nbsp;my illness is impacting his life.&amp;nbsp;OK, I&#39;m done with that rant.&amp;nbsp; I love my husband and we all have our things.&amp;nbsp; Bedside manner is just not his.&amp;nbsp; But there is always hope!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is definitely the longest period in which I&#39;ve been sick.&amp;nbsp; I hate how that makes me feel in terms of my kids.&amp;nbsp; Although you expect your spouse to understand, it&#39;s hard when your kids are little.&amp;nbsp; Although they know I&#39;m not feeling well, I&#39;m not sure they fully comprehend.&amp;nbsp; I feel tremendously guilty that I&#39;m not able to do all that I normally do with/for them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s one thing if it&#39;s for a few days, but as I mentioned, this&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;going on for nearly a month now.&amp;nbsp; Even I&#39;m sick of me being sick.&amp;nbsp; When it keeps dragging on like this, you start taking short cuts.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&#39;m letting them watch way too much TV because I don&#39;t have the energy to do more with them (=guilt).&amp;nbsp; I feel torn because I want to see them and yet I can&#39;t wait for bedtime (=guilt).&amp;nbsp; And then there&#39;s the whole contagion part of things - they want to lie next to me but I don&#39;t want them to catch what I have (=guilt).&amp;nbsp; They don&#39;t really know how not to be around me (=guilt).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Basically, I feel like I&#39;m letting everyone down right now.&amp;nbsp; All this because of something beyond my control and something I would obviously not choose had I a choice.&amp;nbsp; For the record, nobody wants me to feel better more than me myself and I.&amp;nbsp;So I guess on all accounts, patience, patience, patience.&amp;nbsp; We all need some when mom gets sick.&amp;nbsp; But boy, I really hope I kick this virus&amp;nbsp;as fast as possible!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/1013857892413661334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-it-particularly-sucks-to-be-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1013857892413661334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/1013857892413661334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-it-particularly-sucks-to-be-sick.html' title='Why It Particularly Sucks To Be Sick When You&#39;re A Mom'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlCikt6bz2Dw0s4vNvd_-vAa4-oIXAFE-5cYD59CNwCjECuV6P7YoSEmRMC_hQlT5ct1zkIXR8nvh5YcnCA6d2F8nG38qPYy749BnZbpwD8HD1uwrqsnYSlInxOy97xFljx7R6o8hDTse/s72-c/4836qibfpsi5xr.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-8546004382528788512</id><published>2011-03-29T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:33:12.755-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online shopping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retail therapy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>How Being A Working Mom Has Changed How I Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oY-yJ6y_PmPGvO3lsTO1pty84lqxQ2737HjRvLzEgG0cZxpPFoa2UgwNquMCDBMO3BMwYqV_dK2yxl5b65SJ_lfuFGf-iUCR1ioYmQrNJYM5jrCxG-g13AOBBDW4DpGcG2V5Ev4b9PFh/s1600/dreamstimefree_5090725.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oY-yJ6y_PmPGvO3lsTO1pty84lqxQ2737HjRvLzEgG0cZxpPFoa2UgwNquMCDBMO3BMwYqV_dK2yxl5b65SJ_lfuFGf-iUCR1ioYmQrNJYM5jrCxG-g13AOBBDW4DpGcG2V5Ev4b9PFh/s320/dreamstimefree_5090725.jpg&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s nothing like a little retail therapy to perk a girl up... so what happens when you become a crazy working mom with barely 5 minutes to spare in a day?&amp;nbsp; I remember the long leisurely afternoons spent either with girlfriends or alone browsing through stores and SHOPPING.&amp;nbsp; These days, I almost never shop in stores.&amp;nbsp; The best it gets is a rush to the mall on my lunch hour with a very short and detailed list.&amp;nbsp; Gotta go, get in and get out.&amp;nbsp; The only exception would be when I&#39;m traveling for work and I find myself with a blessed few extra&amp;nbsp;hours.&amp;nbsp; But that really is a rarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;And that&#39;s where online shopping enters my picture.&amp;nbsp; I have become a PRO at shopping online.&amp;nbsp; The girls at work make fun of me as everything from my vitamins, photos, clothes, books, etc. get delivered to the office.&amp;nbsp; Need to buy a gift?&amp;nbsp; No problem... I buy birthday gifts from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.toysrus.ca/home/index.jsp?categoryId=2567269&quot;&gt;Toys&amp;nbsp;&#39;R Us&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for my niece/nephew in Toronto, gift certificates for my family, presents for my husband... all online.&amp;nbsp; Although you don&#39;t get the shopper&#39;s high of touching, feeling and trying things on, you do get that great lift when the package arrives!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say, I&#39;ve been pretty lucky that most of what I have bought clothes-wise has actually fit.&amp;nbsp; Once you find a store where you know the sizing and what styles suit your body, it&#39;s not so hit and miss.&amp;nbsp; I love getting things on sale at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.victoriassecret.com/&quot;&gt;Victoria Secret&lt;/a&gt; - they have great deals, their clothes fit me well and they&#39;re really cute!&amp;nbsp; I buy skin care from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sephora.com/&quot;&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;, order pictures from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kodakgallery.ca/&quot;&gt;Kodak Gallery&lt;/a&gt; and workout DVDs from &lt;a href=&quot;http://amazon.com/&quot;&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;... to name a few.&amp;nbsp; And I&#39;m not alone - according to an article on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marketwire.com/press-release/Eight-out-of-Ten-Consumers-Shop-Online-at-Least-Once-a-Week-1310629.htm&quot;&gt;Marketwire&lt;/a&gt;, 83% of consumers are shopping online at least once a week!&amp;nbsp; In addition, more and more consumers are using social media such as Facebook and Twitter to look up retailers.&amp;nbsp; I am all about reading reviews on Amazon before making a purchase.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s amazing how social media has influenced our buying patterns.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time really is precious and the internet has really changed how many women shop.&amp;nbsp; Now with all of the mobile apps available, shopping is yet to face another evolution.&amp;nbsp; They have apps where you can scan a barcode and you can find out the cheapest place to buy.&amp;nbsp; Imagine standing in a store (if you actually make it in one), trying something on, and then scanning the ticket to find it at a much better deal (either online or at another store)... it will force retailers to become much more competitive.&amp;nbsp; And if you buy online, more and more sites offer free shipping... or at least free shipping with a purchase over $50-$75.&amp;nbsp; Of course there is always the worry about how secure your credit card is when used online, but look for secure sites with an &lt;a href=&quot;http://tldp.org/HOWTO/SSL-Certificates-HOWTO/x64.html&quot;&gt;SSL certificate&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All major retailers have one.&amp;nbsp; I have to say (knock on wood) that my husband and I have had&amp;nbsp;more trouble with our cards being compromised when used in-store than online.&amp;nbsp; My husband recently had his bank card compromised when he used it at one of our own bank&#39;s ATM machines!&lt;br /&gt;
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So online shopping has become just one more way&amp;nbsp;for me to&amp;nbsp;find balance in my crazy life.&amp;nbsp; It can&#39;t completely replace the in-store shopping experience, but it sure comes in as a close second!&amp;nbsp; You certainly can&#39;t beat it where convenience and comfort are concerned, not to mention choice, choice, choice!&amp;nbsp; Just like I always say you can pretty much find an article on anything on the web, so too can you find any product.&amp;nbsp; Happy shopping girls!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/8546004382528788512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-being-working-mom-has-changed-how-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8546004382528788512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818620006854816072/posts/default/8546004382528788512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmomburnout.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-being-working-mom-has-changed-how-i.html' title='How Being A Working Mom Has Changed How I Shop'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175647432156614899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxk6l_Mf3ZNXAhuzkajLnCX4JXWCBEZfgY8t_6nGQbiCF3Wp-1PRpZsckmi2QWJYjBh3QOV6Cs8Sqln4mWKtFYaSfTOjTxe3rDsze-orJa_IyJbJB3z2KD6-Cn82nxg/s220/IMG_1612-cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oY-yJ6y_PmPGvO3lsTO1pty84lqxQ2737HjRvLzEgG0cZxpPFoa2UgwNquMCDBMO3BMwYqV_dK2yxl5b65SJ_lfuFGf-iUCR1ioYmQrNJYM5jrCxG-g13AOBBDW4DpGcG2V5Ev4b9PFh/s72-c/dreamstimefree_5090725.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818620006854816072.post-6865508381285876432</id><published>2011-03-28T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:05:25.201-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burnout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montreal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sibling relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sibling rivalries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom burnout"/><title type='text'>Sibling Love &amp; Rivalries - Can You Make Them Play Nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEt8qUv3OlbON0yCr4ms0_W4_-ATqhMtZvqS9_MciZ7FLVRFoh9kDOOh0HN0oOK_vigUAY46fB1wFXsFSgdikuwF3W2Tq3IipiN7eSW6BVr2wmpb4N90FktRrzjw74nkrp1aiN_9-n6zx/s1600/Cancun+2010+045.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEt8qUv3OlbON0yCr4ms0_W4_-ATqhMtZvqS9_MciZ7FLVRFoh9kDOOh0HN0oOK_vigUAY46fB1wFXsFSgdikuwF3W2Tq3IipiN7eSW6BVr2wmpb4N90FktRrzjw74nkrp1aiN_9-n6zx/s320/Cancun+2010+045.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;ve been noticing lately that my kids are actually starting to play with each other.&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s the best thing ever to see this.&amp;nbsp; My daughter, who is 4, has pretty much always looked up to her 6 year old brother.&amp;nbsp; She looks at him with adoration (as you can see from this picture).&amp;nbsp; However, she is also a master at pushing all of his buttons and can drive him crazy.&amp;nbsp; She is totally mischievous in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Up until this recent change, it&amp;nbsp;seemed like everything was a&amp;nbsp;contest&amp;nbsp;or rivalry between the two&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;if you bought something for one , you had to buy&amp;nbsp;for the other, if one wanted to sit on your lap, then the other just had to sit on your lap too, they fought over who&amp;nbsp;should be&amp;nbsp;washed first in the bath, who gets to use the bathroom first before bed (heaven forbid one of them go downstairs to use that bathroom), etc. etc..... I can keep going but the list would be as long as an entire post.&amp;nbsp; I think you get where I&#39;m going.&amp;nbsp; In any case, I&#39;m thrilled that now these rivalries are interspersed with some good solid play and fun between the two.&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother and I definitely had our ups and downs growing up.&amp;nbsp; My husband on the other hand,&amp;nbsp;has always been&amp;nbsp;extremely close with his brother and sister.&amp;nbsp; He feels this is because while growing up, his parents insisted that they get along and be kind to one another, as well as&amp;nbsp;reinforced their affection for one another.&amp;nbsp; Well, it&#39;s not like my parents encouraged my brother and I to fight!&amp;nbsp; I think some siblings just fight more than others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s very possible that some siblings are&amp;nbsp;just different people with different personalities and so end up not as close as&amp;nbsp;others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As I watch my kids interact, it makes me wonder how much of what I do now will ultimately determine the relationship they will have when they are older.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, I hope that they will be best friends, support one another and have a close and lasting bond.&amp;nbsp; I also&amp;nbsp;know it&#39;s&amp;nbsp;completely natural for there to be rivalries and fights so I don&#39;t sweat those too much.&amp;nbsp; As it stands, I am always encouraging them to play nicely together and always reminding them to be kind to each other.&amp;nbsp; I tell them they will always have each&amp;nbsp;other as a friend to play with and that they&amp;nbsp;need to stick&amp;nbsp;together and stick up for one another.&amp;nbsp; Here are some other things I have tried:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;let them have unstructured play time together so they can make up their own games (this seems to be working well right now)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;give them certain activities to do together i.e. an art project&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;play together all of us i.e. board games or puzzles &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have them do favors for one another ie.. I had my son make my daughter something for her birthday&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have my son try and teach my daughter something he knows how to do&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I&#39;m really looking forward to the warmer weather when we can go back to playing outside.&amp;nbsp; Last fall they didn&#39;t have all that much interaction together, it was more parallel play.&amp;nbsp; It will also be very interesting when my daughter starts pre-K and will be in the same school as her brother again.&amp;nbsp; Will he be the protective older brother?&amp;nbsp; I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;
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I always joke that their relationship is so important because as they grow older, who else will they turn to when mom or dad does something embarrassing?&amp;nbsp; Who else will get things in our family dynamic quite like the other?&amp;nbsp; Who else will be there when one day they only have each other?&amp;nbsp; If there is anything else I can possibly do to foster this closeness between them, I am there!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I found a great article on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ottawa.ca/residents/health/families/birth_6/relationships/siblings_en.html&quot;&gt;City of Ottawa&lt;/a&gt; website.&amp;nbsp; I think it has some really good tips on how to promote positive sibling relationships and on what to do when arguments occur.&amp;nbsp; They actually give you statements to use when dealing with certain emotions.&amp;nbsp; For example, if the emotion is &quot;Accept all feelings but not all behaviour children display&quot;, the statement you would use is “It’s okay to feel jealous, but it is not okay to hurt.” See the full chart below...&lt;br /&gt;
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Another interesting read is one on &lt;a href=&quot;http://familytlc.net/sibling_preteen.html&quot;&gt;Family TLC&lt;/a&gt; about the ups and downs of sibling relationships.&amp;nbsp; This article provides some great tips for handling the older sibling.&amp;nbsp; There is no doubt that how siblings interact with one another will ultimately&amp;nbsp;impact their&amp;nbsp;development -&amp;nbsp;a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.child-encyclopedia.com/documents/Howe-RecchiaANGxp.pdf&quot;&gt;study&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Concordia University clearly demonstrates this point.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How we as parents handle these interactions,&amp;nbsp;will also surely influence their behaviour.&amp;nbsp; So much responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;
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As a parent I think it&#39;s completely normal and acceptable to have different relationships with each child, however, I am uber careful to treat them as equally as possible.&amp;nbsp; I would never want one of my children to feel as if the other is favored or that one is more special than the other (although they may feel that way anyway - it&#39;s natural).&amp;nbsp; I think they need to know they each have a voice and that they will be heard, whether or not I agree with their actions.&amp;nbsp; I will try to be a positive role model and foster their unique qualities while still trying to create our family dynamic.&amp;nbsp; In other words, like most things&amp;nbsp;part of&amp;nbsp;being a mom, I will forage ahead one day at a time, follow&amp;nbsp;my gut and hope that I am doing the best that I can...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Show children how to co-operate with each other by setting the rules together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Lets take turns” or “Please ask first before you borrow my book.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Let children try to work it out on their own, if appropriate. Young toddlers may need your guidance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Show a young child how to trade for another toy. “Can we trade?” or “Let’s take turns.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Step in only when there is a danger of someone becoming physically or emotionally hurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Name calling is not allowed” or “We do not hit. EVER!” “Fighting is not how we solve problems.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Teach children how to avoid conflicts, such as leaving the room and having a quiet time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“You look like you need to be alone,” “Count to ten” or “Do you need to talk about how you feel?”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Separate children if necessary. They will learn to think before they act.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“You can try to play together later but right now you need to be apart.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Remind children of the rules your family has set.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Respect another person’s feelings” or “Do not hit.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Use consequences to deal with unacceptable behaviour. Give children choices.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Share the crayons or I will put them away” or “You have a choice, play without fighting or play on your own.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Use humour to diffuse the situation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Yelling hurts my ears.” &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Try to stay calm. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“I see fighting” or “Let’s talk this out.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/&quot; name=&quot;P44_2292&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When arguments or fights happen&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Show children how to co-operate with each other by setting the rules together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Lets take turns” or “Please ask first before you borrow my book.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Let children try to work it out on their own, if appropriate. Young toddlers may need your guidance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Show a young child how to trade for another toy. “Can we trade?” or “Let’s take turns.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Step in only when there is a danger of someone becoming physically or emotionally hurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Name calling is not allowed” or “We do not hit. EVER!” “Fighting is not how we solve problems.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Teach children how to avoid conflicts, such as leaving the room and having a quiet time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“You look like you need to be alone,” “Count to ten” or “Do you need to talk about how you feel?”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Separate children if necessary. They will learn to think before they act.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“You can try to play together later but right now you need to be apart.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Remind children of the rules your family has set.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Respect another person’s feelings” or “Do not hit.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Use consequences to deal with unacceptable behaviour. Give children choices.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Share the crayons or I will put them away” or “You have a choice, play without fighting or play on your own.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Use humour to diffuse the situation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#cecece&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“Yelling hurts my ears.” &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;Try to stay calm. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#f2f2f2&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;319&quot;&gt;“I see fighting” or “Let’s talk this out.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Just to share the fun, I thought I would give you some of the highlights:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you know that the playground has way more bacteria than a public bathroom? Makes sense since at least the public bathroom does get cleaned but the playground never does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And the sandbox?&amp;nbsp; Well, guess squirrels and birds amongst other outdoor animals use that as &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; public bathroom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Apparently water fountains are dirtier than a public toilet seat - so even if your kids don&#39;t put their mouth on it, the water still passes by the opening of the fountain (even if you let the water run for a few seconds first).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Grocery carts are also a germ fest - think about the person who touches the raw meat package that may be dripping on the bottom... well, hands are going back on the handles to push the cart. Yuck.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;How about this one - the keyboard and mouse on school computers - they&#39;re dirtier than a door knob!&amp;nbsp; They supposedly never get cleaned.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And just a few more before I completely gross you out... public high chairs (they may get wiped, but probably not sanitized), elevator buttons, phones, your kitchen sink, wet laundry (what??? who knew), ATM machines and the remote control.&amp;nbsp; I think I&#39;ll stop there or we&#39;re all going to end up with some sort of obsessive compulsive disorder!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;The unfortunate part is that the &quot;tip&quot; list is very short here on how to avoid all the germs:&amp;nbsp; wash or sanitize your hands as much as possible and don&#39;t put your hands near your mouth, nose or eyes.&amp;nbsp; Yup, that&#39;s about it.&amp;nbsp; Unless you want to lock yourself away somewhere.&amp;nbsp; And that doesn&#39;t really work for your kids.&amp;nbsp; I did find some generic tips on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ehow.com/how_2158474_battle-germs-classroom.html&quot;&gt;eHow&lt;/a&gt; for&amp;nbsp;battling&amp;nbsp;germs in the classroom, but&amp;nbsp;not sure how helpful they really will be.&amp;nbsp; With younger children, it&#39;s really about the battle of keeping their hands out of their mouths.&amp;nbsp; If I could count the times I&#39;ve told my kids not to put their hands in their mouths, I&#39;d most certainly be a millionaire by now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With so many colds, coughs and the flu going around right now, it&#39;s bound to hit the majority of households.&amp;nbsp; So I leave you with this video on cold and flu treatment and prevention tips from Packard Children&#39;s Hospital at Stanford...&amp;nbsp; and here&#39;s to staying well!&amp;nbsp; Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think it takes long for them to figure out that faking sick means they get to stay home and watch TV and have meals served on trays in bed... well, makes me want to fake being sick too!&amp;nbsp; When they were younger toddlers, I didn&#39;t have to deal with this - it was much easier to know whether they were sick or not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Last week, my daughter got her arm caught in a drawer and it left a mark.&amp;nbsp; She did the whole freak out, drama queen thing and I consoled her.&amp;nbsp; When she finally calmed down, she wanted to go back upstairs and she told me she needed help and started limping.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m like whaaaat?&amp;nbsp; You hurt your arm, not your leg!&amp;nbsp; It was actually pretty funny.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My son too will milk things as much as he can.&amp;nbsp; With him, however, I also sometimes question whether I am getting&amp;nbsp;the truth on the accounts of his day.&amp;nbsp; He has a very active imagination.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday he told me he had a bad day because one of the friends grabbed the ball from him in gym and pushed him and that another friend hit him in the head for no reason.&amp;nbsp; I tried to get more details on exactly what happened but he was not all that forthcoming.&amp;nbsp; I find this a tricky situation... I don&#39;t want to presume he did something to elicit these actions from his friends, but at the same time, it&#39;s hard to believe that they did these things strictly out of the blue.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not one of those moms who thinks their child is perfect - I know he&#39;s still a 6 year old boy and is not always innocent.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, what if they really did do it out of the blue and I&#39;m asking what he did to &quot;ask for it&quot;?&amp;nbsp; Then I&#39;d feel absolutely horrible!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I did a little digging... I found an article on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ehow.com/how_5874853_tell-child-faking-sick.html&quot;&gt;eHow&lt;/a&gt; giving pretty good tips on how to know when your child is faking sick... mainly, looking for actual symptoms to some of the more subjective complaints.&amp;nbsp; For example, they say sore throat, take a flash light and check for redness or mucous in the back of their throat.&amp;nbsp; For me, another dead giveaway is if the &quot;ailment&quot; moves around the body i.e. one minute they have a headache, then next it&#39;s a stomach ache.&amp;nbsp; I also think their eyes are a dead giveaway - when they are ill, they are usually droopy and dull looking.&amp;nbsp; I believe this is one of those cases where you really have to know your child and trust your intuition!&lt;br /&gt;
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As for the lying part, now that&#39;s a little harder in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve always told my son (my daughter is still a bit young for this) that he will be in more trouble for lying about something, than the something he feels he actually did wrong.&amp;nbsp; I guess the first thing I need to ask is why would he lie?&amp;nbsp; According to an article on &lt;a href=&quot;http://learningdisabilities.about.com/od/infancyandearlychildhood/tp/lyingchildren.htm&quot;&gt;About.com&lt;/a&gt;, here are some possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, I get it.&amp;nbsp; But how do you know????&amp;nbsp; Sometimes my son won&#39;t make eye contact when he&#39;s talking to me, but that&#39;s usually when &lt;em&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/em&gt; asking the questions.&amp;nbsp; If he&#39;s telling me a story, he&#39;s definitely looking me in the eye.&amp;nbsp; He otherwise doesn&#39;t fidget or have other body language that would give him away.&amp;nbsp; But I don&#39;t think that he&#39;s lying every time he doesn&#39;t make eye contact.&amp;nbsp; So I am once again relying on my gut... but I&#39;m not so comfortable on the old mother&#39;s intuition thing in this situation.&amp;nbsp; I know that all children lie at some point, just as we adults can often tell little white lies.&amp;nbsp; Obviously as role models, our kids see these white lies and perhaps they can&#39;t differentiate between the two?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m really at a loss here... despite my digging on the internet!&amp;nbsp; I guess you can&#39;t always find what you looking for on the web&amp;nbsp;;-)&amp;nbsp; So if you have any further insight, I would truly appreciate hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;
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That said, there was an abundance of information on what to do &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; your child is lying.&amp;nbsp; I figure since I couldn&#39;t really give you much on figuring out the &quot;if&quot; part, I&amp;nbsp;might as well give you some details on what do when you know they are lying to you.&amp;nbsp;Other than be a good role model and encourage truthfulness,&amp;nbsp;here&amp;nbsp;are some great tips from&amp;nbsp;a site called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bardos.net/Resources/articles/BardosArticles/ParentingLying1.html&quot;&gt;Bardos&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They say prevention is the first rule:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Keep your word. Kids learn integrity by seeing it. There is no such thing as inconsistent integrity. Teach and live honesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;If you do lie, admit it and correct it immediately. Remember the cardinal rule of child development is “Monkey see. Monkey do.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Young children can not tell the difference between “white lies” and serious lies. Maybe they are on to something we as adults could emulate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Keep rules simple, reasonable and consistent. This gives them fewer reasons to feel like they “have” to lie. It also makes your parenting job easier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Praise them when they tell the truth, especially when it was hard for them. Make it easy for children to be honest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Assume the truth is being told first. Otherwise, 1. mistrust will be bred, 2. they will learn to become sneakier, and 3. they will learn that telling the truth does not really matter anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then if you do catch them lying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Stay calm. Do not take the lie personally. Choose to respond effectively, not angrily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Seek out why your child is lying. Assume the best. Do not accuse. Instead, inquire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Emphasize that the behavior was not okay, but that your child is okay. You love her, not her behavior. Thus consequences are given to discipline (e.g., teach, instruct) the child’s behavior not to punish the child. This keeps the child more open to confessing next time. Remember, punishment breeds fear and more often than not the child will be more likely to conceal faults and lies to avoid punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Do not force a confession. Give your child a chance to tell the truth. He may need time alone to consider his choices. Let patience prevail over anger. We want to help our children to open up, not force them to. This is important because young children grow into teenagers and we will need this skill all the more then. If we do not develop it now we can not expect to wait to develop it then when it is much harder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Do not call your child on a lie in front of others. Respect and discretion breeds the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Do not lecture. Ask her what her thoughts are about what impact lying has on herself and others. Share your observations with her when she is done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Wonder instead of accuse. “I wonder who did this?” opens people up more to the truth since they are not put on the defensive than “Did you do this?” does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Don’t play games or give your child a chance to practice further lying by asking, “Where were you just now?” If you know the truth, say it and deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;If the lies are about getting attention let your child know that he does not need to make up stories for you to love him. Seek little and big ways to give him some extra doses of attention. Attention is a powerful medicine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Share the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” Again, do not lecture, but share and inquire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Adolescents need a good deal of privacy. Give them what they need within reason and they willl have less to “hide” from you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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