If I were President, my premise would be simple. Build pride in ourselves and our country. I would put the following laws into effect:
+ No more billboards. They are ugly and tacky. Besides they ruin the landscape you could otherwise view without them.
+ If you are a homeowner, you are required to fly the American flag. It is the simplest form of displaying pride for our country, and too few people are flying are colors.
+ All children in the public school system would be required to abide by a strict (yet casual) dress policy…a shirt with a COLLAR combined with jeans and leather shoes. No slouchy, nasty jeans would be allowed that proudly displays their undergarments or lack thereof. We are not doing our children any service by teaching them that they can go to school looking like fools. A t-shirt and sweatpants should be for playtime only. If you look good, you feel good, and you perform well.
+ Every American citizen must devote one year of their life to vounteer service by the time they turn 25 years old. It can be treated like the Reserves in which individuals participate in volunteer activities once a month and two weeks every summer until their year commitment is met. Or the volunteer work can be spanned over a single year. The vounteer work, however, must be completed in the United States. Don’t want to volunteer? No problem…but it is a HEFTY sum to pay your way out of it.
+ Every homeless person would be provided with a roof over the head and a meal in their belly each night BUT in order to qualify they would have to work for it by keeping their cities clean. Examples: cleaning the highways, picking up trash, sweeping the sidewalks, mowing public grounds, mopping government buildings, etc.
I am on a roll. I will think up some other ideas. However, be assured I have no interest whatsoever in being President. The ideas came up with the kids when we were celebrating President’s Day on Monday.
CONUNDRUM: A confusing and difficult problem or question.
CONUNDRUM: The confusing and difficult position every working mother finds themselves in while attempting to manage a career and still be a dedicated, attentive, and loving mother to her children.
I seem to pass through this ‘phase’ at least once a year. This phase is typically brought on by being sleep deprived from putting in too many late night hours of work. It includes losing my patience with my children, and having a strong desire to redefine my purpose. I feel overwhelmed, and most of all inadequate. Kind of like doing everything ‘half-assed.’ I don’t like it.
A mother’s job isn’t easily switched off. Who am I kidding…there is no off switch. There are constant needs and requirements. Even when we attempt to focus solely on work, in the back of our minds there are the nagging thoughts that persist:
‘Got to remember to get the football physical turned in.’
‘Don’t forget to pick up six gallons of milk some time today.’
‘Crap…I forgot to switch that load of laundry.’
‘I wonder if he wiped well enough when he went to the bathroom.’
‘I forgot to call his teacher back.’
‘Wonder when we are going to fit the time in for homework afterschool and before soccer.’
‘She seemed so tired this morning when I woke her up for school. Hope she is doing okay.’
‘I wish we wouldn’t have lost her blankie.’
‘I have to work with him on his letters and numbers.’
‘Why didn’t I think about dinner before 5:30?’
The continuous stream of thoughts must eat up a significant amount of brain power. I currently do not have enough RAM.
Now what makes things really difficult is trying to work from home in the summer! It never goes away. It is aways where you leave it…right there like a giant turd sitting on the desk. There is something to be said about clocking in and clocking out! And conference calls inbetween games of hide-n-seek is insane. Thank goodness for the mute button.
Perhaps this isn’t a phase but the start of a midlife crisis of sorts. I feel forty coming at me like a freight train. Maybe I am suppose to figure out what to give up as I officially enter my midlife years.
Nine’s death has sent our family reeling. I can only hope that the damage is repaired someday. Nine would be devastated. I hope that the grief and anger will fade into respect for family again.
But more important matters are at hand. We have collectively been working very hard at getting my 92-year old grandfather moved to Indianapolis considering there are six of us here that can fill the enormous role Nine was filling. She was the primary caretaker for him even though he resides in an Independent Living Facility.
When we discussed the idea with him, he seemed in favor of it. Unfortunately, since we have departed he has dug in his heels. We have been literally pounding the pavement looking for just the right spot for him. We found it. So, we put a transfer plan in motion only to get slammed by our 92-year old stubborn head of the family.
We understand his reservations. He is extremely sad and depressed, grieving for his lost daughter and best buddy. But keeping him there worries us considerably. Here is a letter I faxed to him last night.
“Grandpa – Here is what I know…Caroline would be devastated if she knew you planned to remain at Independence Village knowing that you have family that want to care for you, spend time with you, and have found you a wonderful place for you to live within just 2-5 miles of them. Caroline would tell you the best place for you to reside is Indianapolis. Without question.
So I encourage you to pray tonight. I encourage you to ask God for the right answer. Maybe you need a sign. Take this as a sign…we are all working in your best interests. We love you. We want you to remain at the center of our lives until your time is done. Give us that blessing.
The answer isn’t just fading away. The answer isn’t sitting in your room. It isn’t dying before you time.
Caroline was an incredible force for all of us. She was our best friend. Our confidant. Our comedian. Our rock. Our connection to all old stories. She is irreplaceable.
We do not intend to replace her good deeds. We do not intend to replace her memory. We want to build new ones.
Make the decision to move here. Don’t be reluctant about it. Be positive about it because we are. Think of this as a great, new adventure at nearly 92 years old.
With deep love and respect, Tiffany”
Please send good thoughts are way…that he will soon make a decision that will benefit us all soon, namely him!