Last week I was joking with some folks on Twitter that some of the craziness we have seen must be due to Mercury Retrograde. And it turns out I was correct. In case you aren’t familiar with Mercury Retrograde or aren’t as nutty as I am, things go a bit crazy when Mercury retrogrades. Nothing goes smoothly, especially in transportation and communication. Technically, I’m supposed to be horrifically impacted by Mercury Retrograde because my sun sign is Virgo (ruled by Mercury), my rising sign is Gemini (ruled by Mercury) and Mercury resides in Virgo in my chart. In short, it’s a lot of damn Mercury, and I’m screwed.
This week was bizarre, y’all. Major llama, llama office drama: my boss resigned unexpectedly. I hosted a team member’s retirement party on Tuesday and was still getting my shit together for it literally minutes before it started. On Wednesday, class let out unexpectedly early, and I was summoned to the office for an emergency meeting for my entire group with our executive director. On Thursday I ran from meeting to meeting to meeting. After work, traffic was backed up on the route I take to pick up Daniel thanks to a wreck, and when I got to day care, I discovered it was on lock-down because a man had robbed the bank up the street. Thankfully they let us quickly get our children and leave.
I haven’t been sleeping well either, waking up at 3:30 every day as you probably deduced if you follow me on Twitter. Actually, no one in the house has been sleeping well. Daniel has woken up super early almost every day. The cats can sense when my eyes open, and our geriatric cat Bit starts yowling loudly at our door because she knows we’ll let her in instead of risking her waking up Daniel. Then she yowls to be put on the bed and she yowls until I rub her. She falls asleep cuddling my leg (which is kind of nice) but leaving me locked on my side of the bed.
We are so ready for this week to be over. I was ready for it to be over on Wednesday. And today begins a new month. That’s nice because February was weird. At the beginning of the month, I looked out my dining room window to discover crime scene tape and police cars at my neighbor’s house across the street. When I couldn’t detect any sense of urgency from the officers, I began to fear the worst and another neighbor confirmed it: my neighbor had committed suicide. His wife had left him, taking their daughter. We had noticed moving vans there the weekend before.
For weeks his truck sat in the driveway until I noticed a few days ago that it was gone. So was the wreath on the front door. I can’t imagine how sad the wife and child must be feeling and how horrible it must have been to return to that house and finish cleaning it out. It seems silly, but when I drive by the house, it has an air of sadness and loneliness. What happens to houses after something like that? Will anyone live in it again? What kind of psychic energy has been left behind?
I don’t want to end the post on a down note, so here are a few lighter notes:
A few days ago, we were going over his behavior chart for the day before bed, and Bit (the aforementioned “yowler”) meowed loudly because SHE wanted to be fed. Daniel leaned over to her, held out his hand in classic “talk to the hand” pose and said, “Hold on, Bitty-Boo.” We rolled. I almost cried I was laughing so hard.
Listen to Your Mother
I am humbled and awed and amazed to report that we received 41 submissions. 41! I would have been thrilled with 20! Marty and I had to add an extra day for auditions next week. And the submissions….oh, it’s going to be difficult to narrow down to around 13-14. We have amazing writers in this area. The Raleigh-Durham show is going to be awesome!
I wore my Lady Gaga socks to work today. It felt good to wear a new pair of fun socks 🙂 Granted, I wore them with jeans, so it was appropriate. Next time, I’m wearing them with black pants!
In case you missed it, Yahoo’s CEO caused a storm of controversy by mandating that every employee needed to be in the office and rescinding working from home privileges. My first reaction was, “Thanks for the vote of confidence and support from one working mom to another,” but given the challenges she faces, I think she did the right thing. It takes commitment to rebuild a culture, and it will be difficult to achieve that if the workforce is dispersed. Unsurprisingly, her decision has been a hot topic in the blogosphere. Here are a few of my favorite posts on the issue:
- A WAHM’s Reaction to Marissa Mayer’s Decisions
- Go on with Yo Bad Self, Ms. Mayer
- Dear Marissa Mayer: Top 10 Reasons Working from Home Rocks
And then there’s this article: “The Quest to Find Realistic Role Models for Working Mothers.” Yes, yes, yes!!! This article hits on my uneasiness with Anne-Marie Slaughter, Sheryl Sandberg and Marissa Mayer. I volunteered to read Sandberg’s book Lean In and write a review of it for Liberating Working Moms because I’m genuinely curious what she has to say. I also empathize with Mayer’s position as a powerful CEO of childbearing age who carries the weight of a generation and gender on her shoulders and finds her every action scrutinized from a variety of perspectives (but who also has a nursery attached to her office). I respect Slaughter’s opinion, yet I wonder if her generation and my generation experience the workforce differently. And this quote from the above article articulated everything I had been feeling:
When working mother success is defined by the achievements, struggles, and angst of an elite group of women, it overlooks what Judith Warner articulated in Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety as the ability to “accommodate the more average kind of ambition with motherhood. The kind of ambition that most women and men have: to work a sufficient number of hours, at work they find interesting, meaningful, or enjoyable to earn enough money to buy their families a sufficiently good standard of living.”
Exactly. I have ambition. I want to do a good job and advance. I like working, but I don’t want to be CEO of any corporation. My ambitions and goals as a working mother are very different from Sandberg’s, Mayer’s and Slaughter’s. We need more “normal” working mothers speaking and writing and advising (that’s critical) about what it’s really like to be an average working mother and what we really need.
How was your week? Is Mercury Retrograde screwing you over too?