Probably a little incoherent

This post has all the potential for either being rambling or shockingly brief, but almost undoubtedly will be a mess. But the house is quiet, and I should digest the homemade bean-and-cheese burrito I just devoured before I fall into bed and pass out from utter exhaustion, so here's a new post. Enjoy!

In the past two weeks, I have racked up over 13 hours of overtime. That's almost two whole work days. I know that some people work that much, and more, on a regular basis, but this is new to me. Or at least it has been a very long time. Although I honestly can't remember a job I've had where I've worked this much. Of course, as I've pointed out in recent posts, the work is also quite demanding (obviously). I do enjoy it, but I am very much looking forward to a reprieve. It's hard to imagine, at the moment, exactly how I am going to get caught up. That's the most daunting part. I wish that there were some way for the documentation and paperwork to just get done without my having to enter all my contacts, etc., etc. I need a secretary! Too bad that will never happen.

Sharp departure, and abrupt change of subject! We're buying a house! Escrow will close in 10 days' time; the sellers will move out the day after we close, and I'm taking the week of October 12th off in order to coordinate and orchestrate the move. Woo hoo! It's all very exciting, but I wish I had more time not working lately in order to start lining up bids for some minor cosmetic work on the new place, getting estimates for movers, that sort of thing. TM says just a couple of hours on the weekend making calls and scheduling appointments should do it; we'll see.

Kid A has been amazing. I got her some teeny tiny hair elastics, to keep her bangs out of her face, and I've been putting in these adorable little samurai top-of-the-head ponytails ... OMG, too cute. I'll have to take some photos and post them. It's enough to make a person die of too-much-cuteness. She's still not really talking, but she is going through an intense imitative phase. We feed her graham crackers with cream cheese for breakfast, and if we give her a cheese-less cracker, she'll break it into pieces like she sees us do for her. Last week, TM said she opened the kitchen cabinet where we keep the garbage and recycling, and threw away a paper towel. We never even realized she was watching us throw things away until she did it herself that day. Wow, that sounds like such a trivial thing, and I cannot fully describe it appropriately, but having this kid just blows my mind sometimes. The things that kids learn, just by watching and living with other people -- it makes me realize how much of parenting is accidental, and at the same time, makes me want to be so much more intentional in what I teach her, which translates into wanting to be much more intentional and deliberate about who I am, and what I do.

This corresponds with some major lessons I have been taking away from a current family I've been working with, as well as something super interesting I was reading about during my lunch break today (read the book excerpt). In a nutshell, there are things I want Kid A to learn from me and her dad -- practical skills (laundry, cooking, managing money) that will help her succeed in adulthood, as well as concept stuff like the value of effort and determination -- that so freakin' many kids just don't get. Kids on both ends of the socioeconomic spectrum, as I was reminded in the above-linked article today. And the family I'm nearly finished working with is the absolute poorest end of that spectrum; this family is not the noble, downtrodden poor, with a quiet dignity of bearing that suggests finer things are in store for them someday. No, this family embraces a specific culture, one that is completely foreign, even anathema, to me. If there is an antonym for "industrious," I don't know it, but I wish I did, for that would be the word which best applies. I have such little compassion for the members of this family, and I know it, and I hate that I have insufficient compassion. I get angry that people like these are the beneficiaries of heroes of mine, those who have fought tirelessly and suffered greatly to promote civil rights and social justice, and people like my clients just spit on the memories of my heroes. I mean, 14-year-old kids who tell me that they want their education, but can't go to school because their hair's not done, or they haven't been taught how to wash their clothes out in the sink in order to have clean clothes to wear? Intellectually, theoretically, I know that this family is the product of lots of problematic forces in our society, and that mostly, it's not really their fault -- they're just casualties of a messed-up set of institutions and systems (mine included!) that oppress and disempower the poor, the uneducated, and those with little to no economic opportunities. And yet, at some point in time, every person has to make a decision that they're going to live and act like a grown-up, and stop blaming everything around them for their own problems. I want insight, I want ownership, I want some goddam responsibility every now and then.

If you've made it through my ranting and raving, congratulations. You now have a greater insight into the early stages of my transformation into a more conservative creature. We shall see, over time, how this plays out.

And now, after a very very long day, I am going to bed, as I am nearing the point where I can no longer see straight. Sweet dreams!