True Story Tuesday: Grapes

I really like green seedless grapes.

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Over the past few years, they have gone bad before I could finish eating them. So, I started buying smaller bunches. They still wouldn’t get eaten. I couldn’t figure out why. If I like them so much, why wasn’t I eating them? It was disappoint and frustrating.

A couple weeks ago somebody posted in Facebook that she’d discovered a trick to avoid reaching for junk food when she wanted a snack. She started to keep fruits and healthy snacks on the counter by the cupboard that held their junk food. I’m not a junk food person, but my healthy snacks do get overlooked more often than not.

I decided to try that trick. I washed the grapes, put them in an open container, and left them on the counter. They didn’t last more than a couple of days. I ate them that quickly.

What was the difference? There is the “Out-of-Sight Out-of-Mind” rule, but I always reach for fruit to put on the side of the plate for at least one meal a day. I always passed on the grapes. Why?

….. Ahhh. Because when the grapes are refrigerated, they’re too cold for my teeth and the make my stomach cramp. At room temperature, I can snack on them anytime I want … And I do. I’m out of grapes again 😀

The “Socially Acceptable” Villain

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Really good stories have more than one antagonist. There’s your “Big Bad” villain, but real life is filled with lots of “socially acceptable” villains that create drama, pain, and obstacles in your every day life.

What does that look like? Let me illustrate by using the example of a woman we’ll call “Jane” for ease of reference. Jane was sexually abused in her past; her sexual consent was stolen from her. As an adult, she has several boyfriends on the go at once (7 to be exact) and none of the relationships are sexual. The men know that they’re part of her “harem” and are all vying to be #1 boyfriend.

Some of these men have the notion that if he is Jane’s favourite, she will marry him and he would be the only man in her life from that point on. This is not the case. Jane has created a reality for herself where she is in complete control of these relationships. She is now “safe” and “loved”, under no obligation to have sex. Ever. If she marries, that reality will be lost.

Jane is what can be called a “socially acceptable villain”. In her effort to “win” situations from her past, Jane is now controlling people who had nothing to do with the harm done to her. She’s not a “big bad” villain, but the pain she causes is real.

You probably have a socially acceptable antagonist in  your life. These people can seem loving and loyal, but end up destroying your self-esteem in subtle ways. Take a look around and see if you can spot them. Maybe it’s the “friend” who says”I don’t know why X said you look fat in that outfit.” She hurt you, but she’s made X the target.

Is there room in your story for a socially acceptable antagonist?

“Why Are You So Angry?” (Personal Revelation of an Exhausted Mommy)

Parents of young children are familiar with exhaustion and short temper, but don’t always make a connection between the two. This is my “Ah-ha!” moment and how we’re turning things around for our family.

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It was early evening, hours before bedtime for the kids, and I was fatigued to the point of feeling faint. I sat down for a few minutes of recovery and found myself bickering with Hubby (again) about who would wash the mountain of dishes this time.

Finally fed up with the futility of arguing, I jumped up, shouting:

 

“FINE! I’ll do them, AGAIN!”

(or, something equally intelligent) and stormed off into the kitchen to face another hour or 2 of washing dishes for the zillionth day in a row.

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I was slamming around the kitchen, huffing my way through a hot sink filled with dishes, and grumbling about the thoughtlessness of SOME people who refuse to rinse and reuse their cups when – speak of the devil – Hubby poked his head into the kitchen.

Genuinely confused, he asked,

“Why are you so angry all the time?”

The “Ah-ha!” Moment

As I was about to retort with some scathing remark about the idiocy of buying a dozen more cups that get stacked up for me to wash, I had a moment of shining epiphany.

It wasn’t about the dishes … or laundry … or sticky stuff on the kitchen floor … or any of the other ridiculous reasons we quibbled. I realized that I was angry all the time because:

I was exhausted
ALL. THE. TIME!

At that point, it had been 3 years with little-to-no sleep. We had our kids back-to-back, so it had been 3 years of endless feedings, diaper changes, teething pains, and unexplained wakefulness (for the kids and sometimes me!). The Time of Use billing for hydro (electricity) meant that laundry didn’t get done until after the kids were in bed.

Plus, there were late nights writing and editing my latest book or working on our family project, Eeyayho’s Adventure.

And, no matter what time I had dragged myself to bed, I was the one to get up and deal with the kids if one (or both) woke up. Often, this happened within 20 minutes of be going to bed, even if I tried to go to bed early. It was like my kids had a psychic alarm that went off when my head hit the pillow. Sometimes, it meant I’d only been in bed about 38 seconds. Literally.tired | I Am Rosa

All of this resulted in me getting a maximum of 4 – 5 hours of sleep (usually more like 1.5 – 2 hours). Then, each morning, I hit the floor running. I had to somehow find the energy to keep up with the kids, make meals, make an attempt at house-keeping, tackle the “work” aspect of “Work-At-Home Mommy”, and still be interested in intimacy.

The only way I could physically do it day after day was to use the adrenaline produced by being angry.

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I was using anger as a survival method to make it through each day.

I explained my revelation to my husband and I saw understanding and sympathy in his eyes. He gave me a hug and said, “You can’t keep doing that. You’re damaging your body. You’re unhappy. You upset the kids when you yell and it’s hurting our relationship.” I started to cry. I didn’t know how else to get through the day.

Job Swap

The next morning, Hubby quietly got up with the kids and let me get an extra hour or two of sleep. He did the chores and activities that I usually do (without being asked or coached) for a few days while still trying to maintain the “work” aspect of “Work-At-Home Daddy”.

Meanwhile, I got to sample his usually Daddy Day … It was awesome!

My Days Got 20% Cooler

There was cuddles and cartoons. Sitting on the floor and policing – er – participating in play time. Flashcards, counting, colour matching, somersaults, horsie rides …

Oh, and I got a bunch of writing done while the kids played between my knees at the desk.

Transformation

After a few days, I was starting to feel rested and contented. Hubby, however began looking haggard and twitchy. By the end of the second day, I heard him muttering complaints I had on auto-repeat when trying to work in the kitchen:

It’s too crowded in here! Why is it so dark?! Who make s a kitchen without a window!?! There are too many dishes! Oh, GOD! Not another load of laundry! I don’t want to cook another meal in here!

Photo Courtesy of Jade Arcade
Photo Courtesy of Jade Arcade

 

Day 3, while I was editing and the kids were playing quietly on the edge of my desk, I heard a strangled noise from the kitchen. Hubby came running out, wild-eyed and panicked like a lion was chasing him.

“I feel claustrophobic!” he panted.

This was usually the moment that he would respond to my comment about feeling claustrophobic with some platitude that would normally tick me off.  I, however, gave him a moment to collect himself and asked,

“How is it being me?”

“I don’t prefer it,” he replied in an even tone. It was diplomatic, to say the least.

The Sweet Winds of Change

After that, things in our home shifted. Hubby continues to make sure I am well-rested, either by letting me sleep in the mornings or go for a nap in the afternoons. While I became the main dishes-doer again, he has become more conscientious of how many dishes he piles up, rinsing and reusing or washing and using instead of pulling yet more dishes, pots or pans out of the cupboard.

Now, I just have to teach him the art of working while children play between his knees, cuz he really needs help with that!

Daddy sits down to work and THIS happens. Every. Time.
Daddy sits down to work and THIS happens. Every. Time.
This article was first published by Rosa Arcade: January 19, 2015 on Hubpages.com

“Helicopter Parent” and Other Douchey Terms

I’ve come across yet another article moaning about “helicopter parents” who want to be “hands on” *GASP* with their kids.  In this latest article, the blogger actually complains that some “hoverer” (her term) helped her kid, forcing her to “haul my carcass up off the bench and spot my kid, because if he can’t get up on his own, he certainly can’t get down”.  Boo-hoo; her “mama playdate” was ruined by another human being’s concern for her child.

Instead of smiling and saying, “Thank you.  I can see him from here”, this blogger takes her passive-aggressive snark online to infect her followers.  She flings around douchey terms and attitudes with a thin veneer of “humour” over her bitterness. Give me a break.

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Yes, Daddy is “hovering”.  It helped her become confident so that today, she doesn’t need us “right there” anymore.  Go figure.

I have little patience for anyone who judges another parent or their parenting style without really knowing them or their personal struggles.  This kind of false need to label creates an intolerance for anyone different (AKA discrimination) that pries us apart as a community (local and global).

We are adults and should act like it.  How about setting an example for all our kids by ditching the childish name-calling and playing nicely together. We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down. Be there with a kind word for the family that’s having “That Kinda Day” in public.  Jump in with a smile and distract a crying child so their frazzled parent can catch their breath.

Oh, and maybe we could stop writing articles that foster crappy attitudes toward others.  Just a thought.

Ps – I think this lady’s response to the FB Page that shared said snarky article is wonderful:

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