It’s getting late. My dependence on working late is not sustainable!
#mbnov
It’s getting late. My dependence on working late is not sustainable!
#mbnov
He went to work every day before Hannah went to school, and in the evening he worked at home. When Hannah asked him a question, he would say, “Not now. I’m busy. Maybe tomorrow.”
Love Anthony Browne’s books. This one is called Gorilla and has me thinking about work and family.
I’ve been on a bullet train in Japan and regularly get the fast trains here in China but while they’re speedy and efficient, I do miss the British trains and the views out the windows.
#mbnov
It feels weird to be overwhelmed but it not be COVID related. And I know it’s ok to be so.
I think maybe it’s strange because all the media I read is predominantly British and American and their daily situation is just so different to mine.
3 rounds 50 sit ups 1 minute at the top of the press up.
Total time: Not sure. About 3 songs from Taylor Swift - Folklore
I can never tell what my first memory is. Whether it is my memory or something I’ve put together from photos and hearing people talk about that time.
Now, I think about all the memories I am creating for myself with the kids that they probably won’t remember.
#mbnov
I just noticed Apple Arcade on my MacBook App Store. So I ‘think’ I could do that and I kinda like the idea. Does anyone do that?
“I really don’t mind coming into the office to work.”
Yes.
Sometimes after the weekend, it’s nice to go to back to my stressful job and relax a bit. \
https://www.newyorker.com/cartoons/daily-cartoon/wednesday-march-11th-remote-work
Basically my home is as automated as it’s going to get. We can do a disco and that’s it. What more do you need?
Who says romance is dead?! Airdropping messages while out with the kids and hearts on Saturday morning ‘McMuffins’!
I like this ‘Nobody is normal’ video for Childline that I saw on @Kottke. He says, ‘I was comparing my insides to my classmates’ outsides’ - which is what we do right?
It’s making me think about the post yesterday on ‘guilty pleasures' and being willing to like what you like.
Reading this discussion on Metafilter about people’s experiences of working from home and their work-life balance and thinking about how it relates to me.
I’m normally at work from around 7:15 to 4:30 at the earliest and often stay after 5. That still doesn’t feel like enough time to do everything I feel I need to. This weekend, I’m trying to relax and also find time around the kids to write reports and do work for Monday. Which is obviously very stressful. I wish that I had a job where I left work at work.
Reading this has me thinking of people I’ve worked with who know stuff but don’t lead well and it’s at once great because of the benefit of the things they know and frustrating because of how they share it.
I had Pepsi today. First time in a while because I’ve finally not drinking full-fat soft drinks so much. Though, when I do it’s normally Coke and not Pepsi. And today the first sip was enough to evoke some pretty strong memories.
Memories of Pepsi in glass bottles, at grandma’s house.
A brief 2 hour drive and short 11 hour flight away.
Of the road outside - St Francois Xavier, with the cigarette factory - cinq cinq cinq - around the corner with it’s particular smell, the football pitch opposite, the shop with unusual sweets and the two large rocks for seats where family sat and talked and watched the world go by.
The creaky front gate and the alley leading to the house, as well as Dad’s Uncle’s and Aunt’s houses.
The kitchen that we always ate from but rarely went in.
The living room with the day bed where people would sit and talk and where I remember grandma being.
And the space beyond it where we slept when we did stay there and sometimes ate.
The mashed potato dish that they made and that I always used to love.
The fact it was dark and that the bed we slept on was so high.
I have such sharp, clear memories of it.
And they all came back today because we always drank Pepsi and never Coke.
I don’t do spooky films. I don’t enjoy them. It means I can’t sleep. #mbnov
Lovely afternoon in the park.
Foo Fighters - Times Likes These on Saturday Night Live.
It’s times like these you learn to live again
….
It’s times like these you learn to love again
Elise’s Dinosaur workout
🦖10 dinosaur raaaaas (lunge and go raaaa)
🦕10 brontosaurus reaches (jump and grab leaves)
10 velociraptor runs (high knees)
Loving this Tinlicker One Mix on Apple Music. I’ve got stuck listening to the second track* though. Thankfully, the track was added to Apple Music this week. Wasn’t surprised to hear they are Dutch.
I love Austin Kleon
We all love things that other people think are garbage. You have to have the courage to keep loving your garbage, because what makes us unique is the diversity and breadth of our influences, the unique ways in which we mix up the parts of culture others have deemed “high” and the “low.”
Don’t guess.
So much of my anxiety comes from this.
#mbnov
It’s been an overwhelming week in some ways between work and family. Wasn’t feeling great this morning but it has abated somewhat this afternoon.
An evening of McDonald’s and going to the cinema to watch Paw Patrol awaits!
As usual, taking something from the Daily Dad
We don’t raise tough kids by inflicting pain on them. We raise tough kids by teaching them—lovingly, patiently, understandingly—how to grow past their limits. Still, we respect those limits. We realize that each of us has different strengths, different weaknesses, and in appreciating that, we can find ways to develop them into their own unique and special self.
We create challenges for them, but we are not the challenge. No, we are their ally. We are on their team. We love them. We’re working with and for, not against them.
The places I eat.
Tonight was on the pavement next to a 4 lane road. The garlic mushrooms were excellent!
Would i wear the same thing everyday if I could? I sometimes think I would and in fact I kind of do. I always wear the same couple of pairs of jeans and T-shirts. #mbnov