Eric Garner. John Crawford III. Michael Brown. Ezell Ford.
You should recognize these names. They all belong to unarmed black men who were killed by law enforcement since July 2014 for seemingly inexplicable reasons: allegedly selling loose cigarettes, allegedly holding a toy gun in the toy section of Wal-Mart, allegedly running away after a scuffle with the cops, and allegedly complying with police and lying down on the street.
All of these cases are in varying stages of investigation. Here’s a roundup of what you need to know about each one:
Vigils are being planned across the country for Thursday night in response to recent incidents of alleged police brutality. Organized as part of the National Moment of Silence (#NMOS14), ceremonies will be held in over 50 cities across 30 states, organizers said on Tuesday.
Here is a a Google doc with all the #NMOS14 vigils planned for Thursday.
“Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”—Make the Ordinary Come Alive, William Martin
Space for appointments and to-do list (go away meal planning and inspirational quotes you’re just taking up precious space on the page)
Academic year, dated pages
Nothing ~~**twee**~~ because I am a professional adult woman who wants to be taken seriously by other humans
Nothing personalized (because a) I want it yesterday and b) see above bullet point)
I have 0% interest in DIY shit that requires printing, binding, labeling myself (however, I have no problem paying someone to do this for me so Etsy is not totally disqualified)
I know, I know. I have an iPhone and Gmail and Outlook and TECHNOLOGY. But, I like to write things down and cross things out by hand and the ability to look at my day without being attached to a device.
Patrick has started this new ritual of totally unprovoked meltdowns just before and while he’s eating dinner. I don’t really know what to do about them because he’ll go from totally fine to sobbing in a corner in a matter of seconds. Then he hands me his spoon but cries when I take it from him. Cries while eating his favorite foods. Cries while asking for more. It’s frustrating for both of us and I have no idea how to avoid it. Parenting would be so much easier if we could just read minds. (Let me save you trouble: He is not teething.)
I just went to Target and spent SOME TIME in the home organization aisles. My plan for this evening is to get Tantrum Boy into bed, pour myself a glass of wine, and lock myself in my closet with my new organizing tools. I look forward to getting frustrated about 15 minutes into this project, looking at Pinterest for inspiration, getting even more frustrated because I am a failure, giving up and finishing the bottle of wine on the couch, and then having to clean up a huge mess in the morning. Yay!
OMG booking travel out of PHL is $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ compared to booking travel out of JFK.
(I read somewhere that men -generally speaking- don’t feel guilty about spending company dollars in order to ensure business travel is convenient / not a waste all of their personal time and I gotta get on board with that because layovers are the worst.)
I’m currently working on my 4th of July playlist and it’s gonna be a good one. Think: Chill bonfire on the beach party + my dad’s (hypothetical) road trip jams. That’s the vibe I’m going for. BTW, do we have a Summer of 2014 song yet?
I will be cheering for France now that the US has been eliminated from the World Cup. (Olivier Giroud, uh-uh.)
Patrick is finally sleeping through the night again. I don’t know if it was the 18 month sleep regression (come early) or adjusting to the move but our boy was a MONSTER at bedtime. We did cry it out at 4 months and (aside from teething or illness) never looked back. In fact, it was almost a party trick the way he would basically put himself to bed when he was tired. So the past five weeks have been O__O horrifying. Thankfully, it appears that he’s gotten over whatever the hell was going on and has been going to bed peacefully for the past few nights. FINGERS CROSSED.
What's it like working from home? I am interviewing for a job that is a remote position. How are you liking it so far?
This is a tricky question to answer because so many of my feelings about working from home (both good and bad) are intertwined with my feelings about moving from NYC to Philly. It’s hard talk about this one part of my life without talking about the rest of it because everything sort of bleeds into each other right now. But, I’ll try. Ready?
The work part of working from home is great. Nothing about my job responsibilities, workflow, or processes have changed. My boss, my direct report, half the sales team, and all of the other departments I deal with daily are based out of San Francisco. Even when I was working out of the NYC office I called into the majority of my meetings and never had important conversations (reviews, for example) face to face. I’ve always had a lot of autonomy.
I love that I can throw in laundry, start dinner, or even sit on my back deck while working. My life has a lot more “balance” now that I don’t have a 90 minute commute each day.
My company’s culture is pretty casual so the non-dress code part of working from home doesn’t really apply. I still get up, shower, and get dressed before I bring Patrick to daycare beacause a) I want to be presentable in front of other humans b) routine is important c) I don’t have time for that once I’m back home and in front of my computer.
My biggest challenges / complaints about working from home are as follows:
It is incredibly lonely and isolating. I recognize that these feelings of mine are clearly exacerbated because I just moved to a brand new city and don’t yet have any friends of my own or a social life that doesn’t revolve around my son, husband, and my in-law family. This is something that I’m actively working on but making friends as an adult is hard. *Sigh*
I miss participating in and eavesdropping on office banter about sports, TV shows, pop culture, politics, the weather, life happens, all of it. It’s lovely to listen to my music out loud and, generally speaking, I’m less annoyed on a daily basis because I don’t have to interact with dumb asses, but (see the previous bullet point), I miss my work friends.
I miss my subway commute. I don’t miss the subway but I miss the 90-ish minutes each day that were just mine to be left alone and read with no other distractions (like the DVR or the dishes or a demanding toddler or work emails).
I hate making myself lunch. Like, I HATE IT. I make breakfast and dinner for myself and at least one other person every single day and the thought of someone making me a salad makes me swoon these days.
At the end of the day the good stuff about working from home far outweighs the negative. I have a nice little office nook (with two monitors and lightening fast internet) in our beautiful home, in a vibrant city, surrounded by family (-___-). Good stuff. Good stuff.
I know I’ll eventually make some friends, figure out my routine, and will perfect my go-to lunch recipes. These things take time.
Good luck, Anon! I hope everything works out for you with this new job opportunity.
After a few summers worth of research I’ve concluded that rosé is either god awful or good. The good stuff all tastes basically the same to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll drink Philly out of the good stuff by Labor Day. But where the hell is the KNOCK MY SOCKS OF BRAND LOYAL UNTIL I DIE rosé ? Does that exist? Thanks.
We are heading Down The Shore for a mini family vacation over 4th of July weekend. I’m very excited to get out of this mess of unpacked boxes and spend some relaxing time at the beach. I’m excited to take Patrick on the rides at the boardwalk, swim with him in the pool, and watch him loose his goddamn mind over Kohr Bros. However, the selfish part of me is sad that I won’t be able to spend 100% of my time down there ignoring everyone because I’m too busy reading and napping. When does vacationing with a kid become more fun (for me) and less off-our-routine chaos?
SPEAKING OF VACATION: Jason and I are in the beginning stages of planning a Patrick Isn’t Invited extra-long weekend away. We were originally going to do a San Francisco - Sonoma - Eureka road trip next month but are now leaning towards London for an Aresnal match or going back to (non-Dublin) Ireland. Or Nashville? Or Key West? We’re all over the place…
And finally, I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s feelings and thoughts on the pregnancy weight gain / postpartum weight loss chapter of your lives. I love the honesty and the glimpse behind the curtain where the non-curated stuff lives. Thank you for sharing, ladies.
I just used your awesome tip to get a free breast pump from Cigna. I had NO IDEA that was even COVERED under my insurance. And , had no idea what on earth Carecentrix was. THANK YOU!
You’re welcome! I’m glad you were able to get your health insurance covered breast pump.
Congrats on your new baby! I hope you have (or had) a beautiful birth experience and that you and your tiny new babe are able to figure out breast feeding as quickly and painlessly as possible. But, don’t beat yourself up AT ALL if you find that it’s more challenging and less natural than you expected. There are a lot of mechanics involved for two people who are just getting to know each other. Ask a lot of questions in the hospital and lean on the nurses and lactation consultants. There are resources available to help you be successful. GOOD LUCK!
All soon-to-be new mamas out there who are considering breast feeding and would like to use a pump:
GO THROUGH YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY!
I wrote this post a while ago because I wanted help save at least one person the frustration of calling a million different phone numbers and talking to people who had no idea how to help me. Once I got in touch with the right person it took less than 10 minutes to order my breast pump.