When is Recess?

Wouldn’t it be awesome if we still had recess?? Working Mommy Wednesday has us talking about how we lunch at work.

I would imagine my lunchtime is pretty similar to most.  Some days I go out with a coworker, some days when I’m swamped I’ll walk over to the deli in the next building and days like to today, I grab something to eat from the little cafe in Tar-jay while I do some shopping.  Most days though I aim to bring my lunch.  It saves money, its healthier and it appeals to my desire to multi-task because I tend to eat at my desk.

Making my lunch is actually something I really enjoy.  I even have another blog where I showcase the lunches I put together bento-style.  I use different containers and try to make lunches look appealing and use as little waste as possible.

Some favorites…

Pretty Bento DSCF1034Bento 11.03.10

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WMW – I confess…


Today on Working Mommy Wednesday we’re spilling our Mommy confessions.  Here’s my confession:  It can be lonely to have someone with you all the time.

People assume that working moms get all kinds of social interaction while they’re at their jobs but for me, that’s not the case.  I spend a majority of my day in my cubicle staring at a computer screen.  My team works in different locations throughout our region and only a few are in my office.  I’ve had days where I’ve literally not spoken to anyone.

Then I pick up Brooke and come home.  I scramble to make dinner with the kiddo under my feet.  Dinner conversation with a 2 year old is hardly rivoting and usually involves endless requests for Barney.  Then its up to bed for Brooke and I head back downstairs to clean up the kitchen play on the computer or watch TV.

On weekends, I try to come up with fun things for Brooke and I to do.  Many times though, its not worth the effort or I’m trying to either catch up or get ahead on household chores.  In addition, most moms’ groups and playdates I found get scheduled for weekdays when I’m at work.

With Keith’s work schedule there’s not much use in trying to find something to do without the kiddo.  Not to mention the typical working mom guilt trip in my head that makes me want to spend each available moment with her to make up for the times I’m not able.

This post feels like its become a pity party but I just find it ironic that now that I have something in common with so many other women, I feel quite alone.

THAT'S what that means

I have such fond memories of watching Grease with my cousin when I was younger.  She was older so if she said it was cool, it had to be.  We acted out scenes, choreographed our own dances to the soundtrack, dressed up like the characters, we ate up every piece of that movie.  It was the story of innocent high school kids in the 50s who fall in love…so sweet, right?

Only when I got older did I pick up on the innuendo.  You can believe that 7 or 8 year old me did not pick up on the fact that Rizzo was considering an abortion when she thought she’d gotten pregnant.  Or how uncool it was for Danny to push himself on Sandy at the drive-in.  Or how crappy it was that the happy ending was reached when Sandy changed who she was to conform to the way Danny’s lifestyle.  Sure, Danny tried to change for her too but the movie ultimately ended with Sandy sewn into black leather pants, who are we kidding??

This doesn’t mean I don’t still look back fondly at those memories of Grease marathons in my cousins basement.  But I wonder when its time for Brooke to watch it – and I hope its still considered a classic then – will our kids be so much more aware that she does get those things I missed?

I think I’m going to plant my head firmly in the sand while I can…..

This post is part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

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