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Musings from Suburbia: Lessons from being Fired
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Tuesday, October 15, 2013. Lessons from being Fired. I was fired today. Not from my job in total, thank goodness, but from one patient. My friend's son asked if I got "moved down a level." Luckily, the answer to that is no, too. I'm pretty glad life isn't like a video game in this instance. Each time it stings, leads to questioning of skill, doubt in what you have to offer. If you so happ...
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Musings from Suburbia: May 2012
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Saturday, May 26, 2012. A Public Declaration. . . with one teeny-tiny exemption. . . So there you have it: a public declaration of my. Intent to have a medication-free birth.*. Please note the exclusionary clause for inductions. I will be the first to say that Pitocin=epidural.). The receptionist at my OB's office said in confusion, "You're not due until September? And it's just one?
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Musings from Suburbia: July 2012
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Friday, July 27, 2012. In my head, I am nesting. It's true. In reality? Nope Unless you count my husband bringing down the one box of newborn boys clothes we have currently. And those are still in the garage. Unwashed from when they were packed away two years ago and G$ wore them. And these are only the clothes my sister deemed possibly unisex. Pre-registered for the hospital? I mean this...
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Musings from Suburbia: October 2013
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Tuesday, October 22, 2013. A Message to Clothing Buyers. Elliott initially said he wanted to be a grasshopper, totally blaming it on the plague of grasshoppers at Glammy and Poppy's this summer. All I could think was, a grasshopper? COWS I knew it! Only no. The top size was a size 4. You know the whole thing about limiting screen time for young kids? So costume developers, please take not...
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Musings from Suburbia: March 2013
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Tuesday, March 12, 2013. Pretty sure that is what Special K thinks I'm into when I break out the Nose Freda. I do admit a strange sense of satisfaction with the snotty results. Special K is not impressed. Monday, March 11, 2013. Random Thoughts That Could be Blog Posts. Random thoughts that could be blog posts if I weren't so lazy:. Gone All the clothes I might wear someday? 7 My sweet 6 ...
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Musings from Suburbia: Professionalism. It's for the birds. Except when it's not.
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Thursday, October 17, 2013. Professionalism. It's for the birds. Except when it's not. So you know what sucks about being a professional? You can't fight back. Not to prove that you were rarely late for sessions. Not to prove that you weren't out to decrease services for a child, only trying to make the constant in and out of therapy manageable for the parents. A Message to Clothing Buyers.
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Musings from Suburbia: February 2013
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Tuesday, February 26, 2013. Its All About Timing. There are certain things you don't want to hear when faced with this kind of traffic situations. 1 "Mommy, I need to potty! Said with urgency from the 4 year old. 2 "Poop." This from the almost 2-year old. Monday, February 25, 2013. American Excess (Or Why Laundry Ruins My Life). Oh, and did I mention my husband has pneumonia? Special K di...
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Musings from Suburbia: May 2013
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Sunday, May 26, 2013. We Had a Birth. And a Birthday. Huge blogging hiatus. No special reason other than lack of motivation and overall busyness. It's an exciting life I lead. In the time I've been gone, I gained a nephew and my baby girl turned two. I did manage quite a few iPhone pics. Take that, motivation! Kellen says "yes, please.". These Girls love a baby. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Musings from Suburbia: Do Your Part. NO Really.
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Tuesday, October 8, 2013. Do Your Part. NO Really. The child to cooperate; followed by haphazard follow-through on practice, results are poor. Common sense, right? Sigh Alas, it is not. A lack of good therapy, although there is always room for improvement, room for a different way. This isn't a refusal of mine to accept poor outcomes. This isn't because of a child that is unable t...That'...
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Musings from Suburbia: December 2012
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Adventures of a neurotic, controlling, fun-loving working mom of three- constantly being handed big doses of reality. Wednesday, December 19, 2012. The intended meaning is either, "Cut it out, Mommy." OR a version of when I tell him that I'm going to put off an injured body part when he's being especially dramatic. Either way, it's one of those moments where my frustration and anger turned on a dime. Merry and Bright. (Dammit). Me: (putting a jacket on Brooklyn). Me: What am I doing? The Regulator: What ...
