Noah crossed over from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts last night. He has worked hard and I am proud of him!
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Oh the Horrors – No Java!
I ran out of coffee Monday morning. I have no tea. I wonder if I can fool myself into thinking hot water is a drink for productivity.
And http://popurls.com/ appears down. Arrgh!
How do you measure stress?
I know my stress is up. I am having dizzy spells again and I am out of coffee.
My weeds are growing
Wish their clothes would grow with them. At least I am not alone. A parent at karate was complaining about her children all wearing "floods" which made me feel a little less bad about Noah’s high waters.
Too much input
Today the white noise is horrible. I can hear the flame of the candle on my desk flicker. The hum of the compressor on the heat pump fan outside is nearly unbearable. My cpu fan has an extra click today that was not there yesterday. The light footsteps upstairs echo through my spine. Some unidentified high pitch whine makes me think I still have one up on the teens. My very thoughts ring in my ears. The unbearable cold of this office enhances the distractions and makes focus so much more difficult.
Today I should insulate the backdoor and sand on the walls in the bedroom. Instead, I shall code and code and wish I had time for administrative duties.
Snow and Ice Coming!
The wife implied that if we get snowed in we might get to do something adult! I dust off the supplies to find we have two winter coats. Woot! We are prepared to be snowed in for weeks!
So I thought I would peruse the Intertubes and brush up on my etiquette. Hmm. Apparently I’m not doing so well missing 3 out of 4 of The Big Don’ts for iced in and trying to stay warm exercises. Let’s examine.
Number One Don’t
Jump immediately up and run to the bathroom
Has someone been spying on us?
Number Two Don’t
Turn to one side of the bed and immediately sleep
That directly conflicts with The Man Manual!
Number Three Don’t
Make any sarcastic or joking remarks about the previous moments
Not fair! Natural noises, cramps, children’s footsteps on the stairs, curious pets, and light sleeping babies can turn what should be a feature length drama/action adventure with great special effects into a high speed, 3 minute YouTube comedy. How could one not joke?
Number Four Don’t
Check your mobile phone for messages or missed calls
Not a problem there. We just take the calls and keep going! Let your imagination wander next time we talk…
On Programmers – you are one or you aren’t
I started college as a computer science student. I switched to the college of engineering because I knew "electrical engineers make all the money." One of the professors (actually, I think he was a department head) tried to convince me to stay in computers or "at least take one more class" to which I declined and he said, "you’ll be back." True to his word I returned, battered and bruised with a diminished gpa, to the college of liberal arts to study computer science. I asked why out of 500 students he tried to encourage me in such a way. He simply said, "you have a knack for computers." That remains on of the biggest compliments I have received.
I read more frequently articles that reference programmers and non-programmers. I read one that documented my case claiming that early in an intro to computer science course you can separate which students will succeed as programmers and the ones that will never understand.
But the dirty little secret of the software development industry is that this is also true even for people who can program: there’s a vast divide between good developers and mediocre developers. A mediocre developer can program his or her heart out for four years, but that won’t magically transform them into a good developer. And the good developers always seem to have a natural knack for the stuff from the very beginning. [Source]
I don’t have the ego to say I am a great programmer but my work frequently has me altering code done by lesser programmers and, although the teacher in me wants to reach out to them, I have to wonder if they wouldn’t be better served by a career change.
Early Birdin Is Great
Two days ago I woke at 1:23am and 3:33am. I just think it is neat to look up at the clock and see those kinds of numbers.
Today I rose at 3:40 and pulled myself from bed at 4am. It is difficult to get moving but once up and about being active at this time of day is fantastic. It is quiet and productive! I give early rising a high recommendation.
From the mouths of babes
Doug: "What can I do to make you happy, honey?"
Cathy: "Not a thing."
Ah! Marriage.
Manly Choices
So you are standing in the kitchen thinking, "ice cream would be nice" but if you go downstairs and don’t have ice cream for her then you will be walking back upstairs to get her Phish Food. Of course, if you take ice cream down there she will give you an ugly look because Evan won’t be asleep yet and she will have to glare at you while you eat your ice cream and hers melts. Of course, you could always walk back upstairs and put hers in the freezer then return downstairs to eat yours then go upstairs to get hers. Or you could walk downstairs and ask if she wants some then go upstairs and get yours then come downstairs.
Or do the manly thing and just go to sleep…
From the mouths of babes
Sarah used to leave for her bus at 7:25.
Dad: "Sarah, it’s 7:15."
Sarah: *grunt*
Dad: "Sarah, it’s 7:27."
Sarah: *grunt* sits up. lays back down.
Dad: walks away.
Sarah, finally dressed: "Can I get something off iTunes real quick?"
Dad, shocked: "You do know it is 7:54 don’t you?"
Sarah: "She’s [the bus driver] been coming later."
Dad adjusts schedule in head to accommodate dropping Sarah off at school but apparently she made the bus by some miracle.
Let there be order!
Yes. I have collected clothing and too much of it. So yes. I have two sock drawers but there is a method to my madness. In one sock drawer I have all my white socks rolled up on the left. Long white socks to the back. Short white socks to the front. On the right side of the drawer I have gray and blue socks. Gray to the back. Blue to the front. The other sock drawer has brown, tan, and black socks. On the left, rolled and toward the back, are the brown socks. Tan socks are left and front. Black socks are on the right.
With this system, if I have not laid out my clothing for the next day (and I rarely do), I can find the appropriate socks completely in the dark! Despite my description of "imagine if I were blind," this system drives my wife ape. Or maybe it is that I have two sock drawers to her one.. hmm.
They hang on our every word, every action
Last night Cathy recounted for me something Amy did yesterday. Amy went to the wardrobe and pulled out her kindergarten mat and my stretching book. See I use the mat when stretching. I haven’t stretched or exercised in a year or two. Amy is four. She randomly opened the book, studied it, and declared, "I’m going to do number seven" then proceeded to put her hands on the floor and butt in the air. Amy prompted Mom for a quality check and sure enough, she was doing exactly what stretch number seven on that page instructed. What a great girl!
The lesson in this story is that our tiniest actions have long lasting impressions on our children. How will the loss of temper over something insignificant impact their lives when something as mundane and second nature as a stretching routine has such significance to them. I teach when I do not know that I am teaching. I can lecture my children until they cry and those words will be meaningless against my actions if I do not heed my own advice. Do as I say not as I do does not fly! I can preach organization and avoiding procrastination but as long as my desk is cluttered and projects behind schedule they will get the wrong lesson. Show your children acts of kindness. Live by example for what you are they will become.
Give your children to a stranger!
Humans have a predisposition for species preservation. We must reproduce! Women quip that they don’t need men; they just need a petri dish. However, men contain the other half of the equation for that petri dish. The testicles house the all powerful, life initiating, spermatozoon! With great power comes great responsibility. These little critters so strongly desire to fertilize an egg that they can cut off a man’s rationale mind and cause him to do impulsive, stupid actions popularly known as "thinking with the little head." At some point there will be a successful fertilization leading the man to say "you missed what?" followed by "you mean this does something more than just feel good?" and finally coming to the conclusion "so for the next 9 months we don’t have to worry about protection?"
Raising children is perhaps one of the most challenging and rewarding purposes in life. Children bring joy and pain and fear and self-doubt…oh the self-doubt!…and fulfillment! Influencing a life and leaving a legacy is amazing. It is immortality as a piece of you lives on in your children. Parenting a child comes with the responsibility to impart morals and a belief system upon the child. [s.b. pe]
I have never understood divorce. When I was 13, I was certain my parents were going to divorce and I was horrified. I always thought marriage was "til death do us part" but I am not a stranger to divorce as my first marriage, without children, failed. I also know the divorce rate is something like 50 percent (80 percent for families of children with special needs) right now which is sad. I still believe that many of those marriages could be saved with counseling.
"Research shows that couples show up in counseling on average five years after they should," the doctor said. "Couples should pay attention to some warning flags and start addressing problems before the relationship is highly damaged." [T]here are four warning flags that de-stabilize a marriage: criticism, contempt, stonewalling and defensiveness. When these characteristics are consistently present in a relationship, they lead to divorce 95 percent of the time… [Source]
When a divorce involves children, awkwardness ensues particularly when remarriage occurs. We all want to be married to our spouses but none of us want a relationship with our spouses’ ex although I suppose there are cases where the new and old spouse might really get along. Everybody’s divorce is unique with its own custody issues and legal arrangements. In some cases the ex stays in town and in others the ex moves far away. In either case, the ex has to make a decision about how involved to be in the children’s lives.
My wife also had a starter marriage. In her case, the ex moved 1000 miles away. Noah, now ten years old, was then one year old. I entered the picture two years later. It took several years for Noah to understand roles in a family because of living a few years in his grandfather’s house, "that daddy guy" calling occasionally and visiting twice a year, and then having me in the picture. For awhile, any male figure would easily substitute for "dad" and the reaching out for a father figure was seen in the various ways Noah clung to soccer coaches and other males in his life. Eventually biodad’s calls became less frequent, sometimes with gaps of months at a time, and visits reduced, by his choice, to once a year (or less). He visited this weekend for the first time in over a year and spent 45 hours with the older three children.
Noah gets excited about the fun they will have but afterward is always reserved as if depressed or in deep thought although it could just be overtired. This morning he definitely had a sadness about him. Tommy gets so nervous and giddy that he almost needs tranquilizers. He has not come to terms with the divorce yet and fears scaring biodad away so there is great pressure to please. Even after Cathy and I married, Tommy thought biodad and Cathy would remarry. It does not help that biodad has lied about the nature of the divorce blaming Cathy. Just before the visit, I asked Tommy, "Why are you so nervous?" He replied, "Imagine if you had a relative that visited only once a year.." I interrupted with "I’d be mad." And Tommy went blank as if the thought had never occurred to him. Sarah is bitter. None the less, the girl that refuses to say "I love you" to any of her relatives, avoids hugs and touches, and frequently refuses biodad’s phone calls, gave a long, endearing, goodbye hug to biodad. After the visit, the children are always out of sorts and crotchety.
This visit made me think more than any of the previous visits. Biodad has become a total stranger to these children yet, without question, we send them off to a Motel 6 for a weekend of less than quality parenting and supervision. Tommy came home Sunday in the same clothing that he put on Friday morning. Noah didn’t bathe once. Games included unsupervised silly string wars on the balcony. Sarah and Tommy were left alone at a Motel 6 while biodad and Noah went shopping. During the visit the children do not feel comfortable talking to their mother on the phone, do not say "I love you" and, in Sarah’s case, only talk when biodad is out of the room. Sarah is coming of age and has developed into a shapely young woman. Prior to this visit, I had never questioned the sleeping arrangements but I made issue of it this time! Turns out, in the past, Sarah has slept in a chair. I would not hand my children over to a total stranger but without question we hand our children over to someone that we only know of his past. We know nothing of what this person has become except that his belief system, morals, and choices do not coincide with ours. He is their biological father, the sperm donor, but he is not a father to the children; he does not choose to take an active role in their lives although he could.
There is no question that this situation is confusing to the children. It even brings turmoil to Amy. And I feel it emphasizes the difference between the children instead of uniting them as the brothers and sisters that they are. Is there a point at which you become so uninvolved in your own children’s lives that for the sake of their mental health and well-being that you should just step out of the picture? Is there a point at which we are acting irresponsibly to not change the nature of the visits to a supervised situation? Truly, what are the rights and responsibilities of impregnating an egg? Legally you have to provide monetary support but does that give you ownership and entitle you to some perverted display of dad greatness so that your ego feels you have fulfilled your fatherly duties by spending 45 hours out of the year with the children? 45 hours is half of one percent. If you were expressing it as fractions of a dollar, you would have to saw a penny in two. I cannot fathom being separated from my children. I am not in his situation. I cannot begin to guess what goes through his mind but it seems to me that either you want to be involved or not and to have such a tenuous holding on does not seem healthy for biodad or the children.
Ultimately, I imagine the children will make their choices and come to terms with biodad. I suspect that Sarah is not far from her reckoning. Noah will follow in due time. Tommy may never get there.
From the mouths of babes
Amy, in a sharp, loud, tattle while Dad drives the car: "Mom! Dad told me to shut up!"