Just My Luck

Tomorrow we’re scheduled to begin our two-week vacation, so it’s no surprise that the washer broke just as I started the first load of the gigantic mound that accumulated while I was in Maine.  I was very lucky to get GE to send a service tech tomorrow, but since he’s coming sometime between 8 and 5, I get to hang around the house all day waiting for him to show.  I guess that makes this the optimal day for my car to start making a horrible creaking sound.  I just left it at Firestone since I’ll be housebound tomorrow anyway.

So now I’m wondering what Bad Thing #3 is going to be, since everyone knows that Bad Things happen in 3’s.  The garbage disposal stopped working last weekend, and today I noticed that the toilet has a problem.  So that’s 4 broken things.  Does that mean that I have 2 more broken things coming in the days ahead?  Or maybe there were other broken things that made the garbage disposal #3 and the toilet, washer, and car are another 3-some.  The dryer was broken but when the service guy came it turned out to be lint in the animal screen on the vent, so that’s only a Bad Thing if you consider paying a guy $80 to take the lint out of your screen a Bad Thing. Maybe the kids broke something and hid it from me, or maybe Bad Thing #3 was when someone peed in my bed this morning.  That really sucked.

I guess I could hide under the covers (now clean and dry) and worry about what Bad Thing #3 is, or do what I usually do and press on, oblivious to the fact that a black cat crossed my path right before I walked under the ladder and right after I stepped on a crack.  I’ll be watching for Bad Thing #3 but until it hits, there’s a half-pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a great book (The Help) calling my name.  Nightie-night all.

I Feel Happy

This morning in the middle of the chaos of having 3 kids on summer vacation and trying to get some work done, I got that giddy feeling that has been so elusive recently.  I almost didn’t recognize it.  It’s not that I’m usually unhappy or sad, but the range of emotions has seriously leveled out.

Twenty years ago I could go from depressed (“He didn’t call.”) to elated (“He called!!!”) at the drop of a hat.  I felt hopeful when I woke up in the morning, proud when I was complimented by a customer, angry when something didn’t go my way, sad when I found out that I had been lied to, excited when I had plans to go out and mingle.  Now my emotions on a typical day range from overwhelmed by my to-do list, annoyed when I have to say something for the 5th time, angry when I have to say something for the 10th time, enraged when I have to say something for the 15th time, and relieved when I’m able to escape and go to Zumba, a business dinner, or just to run errands.

Today was a great day.  I had a few things that I had to do for work this morning, and I did them all.  I had the afternoon off and went to Lana and Larry’s to tire the kids out in the ce-ment pond.  While I was there, our niece cleaned our house top to bottom.  When we left the pool to take Adlani to Taekwondo, Norah fell asleep and I went through the DD drive-thru, got an iced latte, and had a half hour of peace and a People magazine.

After that we went to Papa Gino’s for Aliya’s soccer party, and tired the kids out again.  Aliya went back to Lana’s so I *had* to go get her [alone] later on.  When I walked in, Lana handed me a plate and a beer, and I got a little misty.  We watched some Friday night trash TV, and came home to a quiet house with everyone asleep.

Add in the fact that BJs now stocks turkey pepperoni, I got new hand soap and shampoo at Trader Joe’s, and I have a bowl of raspberries and whipped cream waiting for me to finish this post, and it was a fabulous day.  Meeting our new friend Bailey, who just arrived from Ethiopia (and is the most lovely, delicious baby ever), made it even better.

It’s all about perspective.  My kids are still rowdy, my house still has piles, and my to-do list is still long.  But I’ve been working on getting things organized, prioritizing the responsibilities I take on, and checking at least one “toleration” off the list every day.  I’ve been sleeping at least an hour more each night, and I feel better.  Aliya has been a huge help in getting the house in some semblance of order, and she works cheap.  🙂

I realized the other day that this is the way it’s going to be for a long time.  I’m not pregnant or nursing an infant any more.  My kids all buckle their own seatbelts, wipe their own butts, and dress and feed themselves.  I don’t have an excuse…”I’ll have more time when Aliya’s out of diapers…Adlani learns to walk…Norah morphs into a human being…”  I’d better learn how to manage the time that I currently have, because I’m not going to have more time until Aliya learns to drive.  No more waiting for things to get better…the time is now.

Twigs Up!

For our monthly staff meeting today, we decided to end with an ice cream party and a movie.  This isn’t what we usually do at our staff meetings, although the kids have decided that they want to work for IR so they can have ice cream at meetings.

It was my job to find a movie that had some sort of a business message but wasn’t boring.  That was not an easy task, considering that I had less than a week to come up with something, and the budget wouldn’t support the popular movies like Fish! and Give ’em the Pickle.  While I was searching, I found out that YouTube, which typically limits movies to 10 minutes, also has a “Rentals” section, where you can pay to rent longer movies for a month.

I found a movie that had good reviews, and cost $10 to rent – Coyote Power.  I wouldn’t normally sit down and watch a “motivational speaker” for an hour and 17 minutes, but there was ice cream involved, so I did it.  I thought the movie was pretty good, even though most of his points were common sense.  I think in the process of scrambling to get everything done we sometimes forget the basic principals of success.

One point that really stuck with me was his discussion on goal setting.  He talked about the fact that unrealistic goals don’t get results.  If a goal is set too high, it doesn’t have the desired motivational effect.  It makes total sense.  If my goal is to get my house in order, I get overwhelmed and need to take a nap.  If my goal was to organize one room per week, by the end of the summer, my house would be in order!  I was so inspired that I cleaned half of my office at work!

The speaker told an interesting story to illustrate his point – about the swallows of San Juan Capistrano.  These birds migrate from southern California to Argentina and back each year – 12,000 miles round trip, much of the distance over the ocean.  If they set out to fly 6,000 miles that would be way too long, so they break it up into chunks.

According to legend, each swallow carries a small twig in its mouth.  When they get tired they drop the twigs into the ocean, and stand on them to rest.  Then it’s “twigs up” and time to keep going.  Isn’t that amazing?!  True or not, it’s a good analogy for eating the elephant one bite at a time.

The speaker recommended setting goals with a duration of 30 days or less, with long-term goals broken up into chunks.  He also said to set a personal, a work-related, and a financial goal.  So here are my three goals, which I’d like to accomplish within a week because that’s just the way I am:

  • Personal: Clean and paint workbench area in basement and begin to organize tools.
  • Work: Write one chapter of my book.
  • Financial: Send Citibank a letter about an issue I’m having with them (this will have to be a post of its own).

Think I can do it?  Twigs up!

Just Say “NO”

During a conversation with my friend Karen on Friday night, I had an A-HA moment.  Some of you may have figured out what my problem is before I did, so maybe you can help me FIX the problem.  Here’s my problem:  Saying “yes” to every request from everyone who needs me is ruining my life.

I love to help people, and I have some skills that not everyone has.  So when someone asks me for help, I almost always say yes.  And it makes me happy to do what they need.  But I can’t do it all!

When I was talking to Karen I said that it drives me crazy that I don’t get anything done.  She said that I get a ton done, and when I thought about it I realized that she’s right!  I do a lot every day, but there are so many things on my list that don’t get done, all I can see is what’s still on the list rather than what I’ve accomplished.

So I’ve got a dilemma because for the last 20+ years I’ve been the go-to person for a lot of people.  And I still WANT to be “The Fixer” as my friend Gia called me a couple of weeks ago.  Don’t get me wrong…I’m not a doormat, and I don’t do every little thing my kids should be able to do on their own.  But having kids in school has increased the number of people who need me, exponentially.  I have to figure out how to say “yes” to the projects I really want to take on, and “no” to the ones that will overburden me or could/should be done by someone else.

I have no idea how to do this.  Luckily, so many people have the same problem that there are a bunch of books on the subject!  I just put in a request for several of them from the library so I will begin my course of study as soon as my library requests are filled.  Meanwhile, here’s an article from the Seattle Times:

People who can’t say no risk stress, anger and even illness
By Evelyn Theiss, Newhouse News Service
KRISTOPHER LEE / THE SEATTLE TIMES

It might be the easiest word to say, and the most overused in our culture.

Help out with the school’s bake sale? Yes. Work an extra shift at the hospital? Yes. Bring a main dish to the neighborhood dinner party after your 60-hour workweek? Yes.

“Yes” might be the automatic, simplest or least painful response — even when we truly want to say no. But there is eventually a price: in stress, anger, passive-aggressive behavior, exhaustion and illness.

Oprah Winfrey refers to the syndrome as “The Disease to Please,” a 2002 book by the late Harriet Braiker (McGraw-Hill).

So who has this disease, and how did they get it?

“The need to please is instilled in us from an early age when we learn to ‘be nice,’ ” says New Jersey-based psychologist Patricia Farrell. “Women in particular are reminded that it’s not nice to say no, unless it’s in the context of a sexual request.”

Farrell, author of “How to Be Your Own Therapist” (McGraw-Hill), devotes a chapter to the practice called “Stick Up for Yourself,” in which she tells readers how to avoid the doormat syndrome. “That’s where everyone else’s wishes are more important than yours,” she says.

Putting yourself first

Do you find yourself always saying “yes,” even when you don’t want to? Here are some tips from experts on how to change your ways:

Start by making choices. For example, if you are invited to two social events in one evening, pick the one you’d prefer to go to and say no to the other by explaining that you have a previous commitment. This still might not be easy, but you’ll breathe easier after you do it, and it’s good practice.

When someone asks you for a favor, or to do something for her or her cause, don’t automatically say yes. Say, “I will have to check my calendar and get back to you.” Then really take the time to think about whether you have the time, energy or desire to do what she’s asked. If you don’t, get back to her promptly to say no.

The reward? Your life will be simpler, you will be taking better care of yourself and your health, and you will be living a life of integrity. You’ll also be happier to say yes to the things that you really want to do.

Psychologists say that while women have been trained to say yes to others’ needs at their own expense — or risk being condemned as selfish — men can face the same problem, though there are some differences.

John Townsend, a California-based therapist and co-author of the classic self-help book “Boundaries” (Zondervan), says that while women do more people-pleasing in relationships, men are more likely to say yes to tasks.

“They might lend their lawn mower to a neighbor even though they don’t like him, or they’ll say yes to extra responsibilities at work,” Townsend says. Men will try to fix a problem even if they don’t have the time, energy or knowledge to do it, he says.

Or they always might be the one to help out their overly demanding parents, even as their own wife and children get short shrift. That’s particularly unhealthy, Townsend says, “because a clear marker of adulthood is that you leave your family of origin, and the family you create has to come first.”

Why is it that men and women can’t say no — whether to onerous tasks or to enjoyable activities they just don’t have time for? Townsend says the reasons fall into a few categories of fears:

• A fear that we will lose a relationship with the person who is asking us for something if we don’t say yes. “As humans, we are relational creatures, so this can be difficult for us,” Townsend says.

• A fear of someone’s anger. “Most of us want to avoid conflict, so we will give in, not realizing that we are training the person to treat us this way in the future, by them threatening to get mad at us,” he says.

• A fear of hurting people. “This causes more damage than you would think, because we are not treating the person like an adult,” Townsend says. So we end up getting angry or resentful, or show by our attitude that we really didn’t want to say yes.

The empowerment of “no”

Sometimes people say yes merely to get rid of the questioner with no intention of doing what they agreed to.

In the popular book “The Four Agreements” (Amber-Allen Publishing), author Don Miguel Ruiz addresses this issue in the agreement that states, “Be impeccable with your word.”

Ed Fox is a San Diego-based life coach who studied with Ruiz and frequently lectures on “The Four Agreements.” He explains that the principle means, “We do what we say we are going to do.” Which, by extension, means not saying yes lightly.

“But it also goes deeper than that,” Fox says. “Say that you said yes to going out on a date with someone even though you didn’t want to. Then you need to ask yourself: What beliefs do I have about relationships, or about myself in relationships? Why can’t I say no, or why do I not feel I have the right to say no?”

Fox maintains that change isn’t as easy as just starting to say no.

“What you have to do is start listening to yourself and begin breaking the old structures of just reacting the way you’ve been programmed to,” he says. “Eventually there will be a shift, and it gets changed to action, and then you will feel empowered to say no.”

My First Mammogram

Last year when I had my annual exam, I asked the midwife about having a mammogram since the dreaded 40th birthday was approaching. She gave me the information about who to call and I proactively set up an appointment for 2 days before my birthday.

After worrying for 2 weeks prior to the appointment, showing up on time, registering, changing into a gown, waiting, and answering half of the technician’s questions she told me that I couldn’t have the mammogram that day because I had only quit nursing a month or so before. I was supposed to wait 6 months. So the technician made me a new appointment for January 8th.

Since I didn’t know what to expect I faced my appointment with trepidation, but luckily Karen told me that it’s no big deal, just a few squeezes and it would be over (sounds like my high school boyfriend). I thought it might help any of you ladies who are approaching 40 if I told you about my experience. And by the way…that is NOT my boob in the picture in case you were wondering.

So here goes. I show up at Newton Wellesley 15 minutes before showtime, and follow the signs to the main hospital entrance and Women’s Imaging, which is right by the front door. I am greeted by a nice older lady who takes my name and asks me to sit in the waiting room. After about 5 minutes, I am ushered by the same nice lady to one of two computer stations where another really nice lady checks the computer to make sure my information is current, and gives me a pink ticket that says “mammogram”. The song “She’s Got a Ticket to Ride” plays in my head while I wait for the next nice older lady, Bernice. She takes my ticket and shows me to the changing room, where there are a bunch of lockers and 4-5 small dressing rooms. She tells me to strip to the waist and put on a johnny with the opening in the back, put my clothes in an empty locker, and take the key with me to the next waiting room.

After completing all of Bernice’s assigned tasks I enter another waiting room and sit with 8 other johnny-clad ladies who look like they wish they were anywhere else. Personally, I was so thoroughly enjoying my quiet time reading a book with nobody sitting on me, pulling my hair, asking for a snack, or needing to be wiped, I forgot to obsess about the upcoming procedure. There were even graham crackers and juice…what could be better?

After about 20 minutes, a very nice and chatty technician named Maureen calls my name. Let me take this opportunity to point out that I had encountered 4 people working in the Women’s Imaging Department and they were all SO NICE. What are the chances of that? I follow Maureen to a chilly 10′ x 10′ room where she asks me to sit down and answer questions about my health history. Judging from the questions, they were used to establish my risk factors for breast cancer. Little Internal Voice #1: “Oh crap. I might have breast cancer. What if I have breast cancer? I could die.” Little Internal Voice #2: “Shut up dummy! You said the same things when you had that AIDS test in 1997.”

Maureen explains what she is going to do and even though the machine looks big and scary I feel like if I made it through three natural childbirths I can make it through a mammogram. After a lot of pulling, pushing, and positioning, Maureen navigates my left boob up onto a flat metal plate, brings a clear plastic plate down on top of it, and squishes it to an unrecognizable, slightly uncomfortable, but non-painful boobie pancake. She tells me to hold still while the digital image is taken, which is a total of about 20 seconds. She explains that the machine rotates up to 360 degrees in order to get images from different angles. Luckily, she removes my boob from the machine before rotating. That would really be uncomfortable. She repeats the process with the machine in different positions 5 more times, plus 1 additional time because I apparently breathed during the picture-taking. It’s hard not to do that.

Since I had read that most mammograms take 4 images and Maureen took 6 plus the extra one, the little voices started up again. #1: “Why did she take extra pictures? Maybe she saw something!” #2: “If she saw something she wouldn’t have continued with the idle chitchat about how interesting it must be to be a hardware consultant. Just SHUT UP!” Maureen asks me if I want to wait for my results (an hour to an hour and a half) or have someone call me. I had a meeting scheduled in an hour so I had to leave and have someone call me. Next time I will plan to wait for my results. Hmmmm…1 hour to obsess and worry? Or 48 hours?? Luckily I only obsessed for about the first 8 hours and then I mostly forgot about it.

Almost exactly 48 hours later I got a message from Debbie (Nice Lady #5) saying that my mammogram was normal. Yay!!! So ladies…if I can do it, you can do it. Don’t procrastinate!

~ Globally, a case of breast cancer is diagnosed every 29 seconds.
~ A woman dies from breast cancer every 75 seconds worldwide.

http://www.breastcancer.org/

http://www.komen.org/