Mission Accomplished.

Yesterday I got Sir Stanley in the mail. Familiar with Flat Stanley? Same idea. Take a picture with Sir Stanley somewhere or with someone well-known and post it on a website. My alma mater is doing this in preparation for homecoming- and since it's also my place of business, I don't like to disappoint. I was initially annoyed about the whole idea...I'm just getting used to my new routine with Maksi in the morning- getting him ready so I can leave him (WHHHHHHHAAAAAAA)...and I don't have an extra second to spare in the morning, afternoon or night for something like this. Also, I'm of the go-hard-or-go-home breed of folks so if I'm not setting the bar high, than I don't want any parts of it. 

I did my initial research- do I hit a place of local folklore- Stanley on Old Man Porch Man's lap? Maybe standing on the walk of Midgetville? What about in Prendie's bell tower? We live close enough to the City of Brotherly Love, the birth place of our Nation- so do I get him perched on the Liberty Bell? At Pat's or Geno's (or my fave, Ishkabibbles)?

Nay, dear friends...I called in for a special favor- cousin works at CBP as the Marketing Director of the Phillies and former field hockey player works at the Wells Fargo Center- got pics on the field, pics in the Sixer's locker room and send his ass on to Virgina Beach where he'll be paraded around down there with another favorite alum. 

Almuni director's quote? "Man, that's a tough act to follow :) LOVE IT!!!" 

Obviously.

Two highlights:

In the Phil's dugout.

Near the Sixer's locker room seats.

That was the fun for today- here's the serious tip, aka my Unsolicited Advice: chill out with the micromanaging. Seriously.

Check out around 1:01...

Ahh, micromanaging. 

I HATE to be micromanaged. I am a confident person. I like to talk the talk and walk the walk- go hard or go home (see above.) Now, I'm FAR from perfect but it's also important to me at work (and in life) that I have a certain level of autonomy so I feel comfortable making decisions without being questioned about every move I make. It's also important to have those decisions supported by my superiors. 

Feeling like this- why do I micromanage my household? For the last three months, I've insisted being the one to get up with BB, to feed (I'm nursing so this makes sense but now I have enough milk stored so it really doesn't have to happen) and change him in the middle of the night. Now that I'm back at work- who's the winner there? NO ONE. I'm moody because I'm tired (and MAN, does my mid race when I'm moody) so then I get all self righteous like "I'm the only one who can soothe him" and then mad at my husband for not helping...but, uh, that's not really fair since I haven't asked/let him help. 

This morning at 4am after being woken up for the fifth time (he really only wakes up once but I jump at every stir- I think it's time to put him in his crib) to feed or rock BB I said those three magic words, "I need help." It was either that or cry.

It was magical. And I felt relieved. 

TBone sprung into action. He scooped up BB, took him downstairs and the boys rocked and watched Sports Center. And I got to sleep until he got in the shower for work. I felt a little bad because I knew he'd stay awake from 4am until when he usually gets up at 6 but I've been up every night since May 12th. It's OK to share. 

My root of micromanaging is my momma. She raised me. She's the epitome of the Little Red Hen- she'll ask once and if it's not done right/on time/on her terms? She'll do it herself.

You know what happens to people who don't feel loved/needed/useful? They quit. Or they leave. They find a place where they feel useful, loved and part of the equation. 

Sure, we can do it all ourselves- but why should we? Personally, if I keep that nonsense up, I don't want to give my husband any other reasons to give me the boot 

(Lord knows he puts up with a lot with all of my reindeer games as it is ;-)

Finally, Philadelphia region- enjoying the weather today? You can thank Madge- after thirty years, she finally got air conditioning. Kiss those ninety degree days of summer goodbye!

Cheers.