I’m Heading Back to Work after a 2 Month Paternity leave and 6 week sick leave… Joy!

Today is my last day at home before returning to work, after a 2-month paternity leave and 6-week sick leave, understandibly I am full of emotion.

I really felt that at the beginning of this leave that I would be able to get things done around the house, build a better relationship with my wife, form a bond with my son, finish my 2 BA classes, jump start my promotional business and socialize a little. But boy, was I wrong. Not only did I not see my friends, but because of our non-sleeping, very heavy son, and my lack of any sort of physical shape whatsoever resulted in, what we suspect to be, a herniated disk, or pinched nerve in my back. I’m waiting for the MRI results which should be here any moment.

So I go to physiotherapy twice a week now, and have managed to lose 10 pounds (a good thing) and my stretching and exercises are aimed at my lower back, abs and butt. That might help with the build a better relationship part… Butt seriously (pun intended) This time away from work has helped me put life back into perspective. I need to spend more time on me. I want to be in shape, I want that exciting career, and the pay and power that goes with it. I love politics and need to be involved in some way, and I really want to take cooking classes and guitar lessons (if only I could sing). I no longer need to eat all the time, especially snacks. I hate the way I feel after eating some 300 calorie treat. I took my wife for granted. Whatever I didn’t do, she would do. She’s like that. She’s a doer, and I’m a talker. I’d take on 10 tasks, knowing that I would really on remember to do 5 of them and actually do two or three of them. Because I don’t learn, instead of tracking what I agreed to do, I would have forgotten them while urban mummy wait, then understandably, question my work ethic. I need to learn to say no, AND do what I say I am going to do.

It’s been tough to say no, but in such a short period of time, I find the results much more relaxing for me.

I learned that graduate school will take care of itself. I enjoy the courses and do very well, whether I pour 30 hours a weeks into it, or 3 hours. I have to be productive and get the work done and enjoy the process.

I learned that I miss the company of my wife. Not that we used to go out often, but since both children have arrived, we are just plain tired at 8pm and want to unwind. She likes the internet, and I like to clean, take care of tasks and well, work the net too. But this pattern has become destructive. We are here together but not really together. We need to find a common task we can do together and I need to pamper the hell out of her. I really get it when she says that she wants to feel like she did when we were dating. Hell, back then, I was 29, no responsibilities and just wanted to impress this hot chick I met. Now? We take turns handing the baby off to each other bemoaning how long it has been since we managed to shower. Rough, eh?

During this time off, I wanted to set goals. I need goals. I want to make sure that what I want to achieve helps my family get closer. I want a clean house that is not covered in clutter, and I want to see my friends and our friends. I want more “guys nights out”, and more time bonding with our kids. I want my laptop back (the hard drive blew), and I want a good nights sleep. I don’t want a sore back anymore and I want to finally be in a position to make something happen in my workplace, whether it’s my current one, or a new one. The time is now!

2006 did not end well, and 2007 has to be a better year because for the first time in years, I am clearly seeing my future and it sucks, unless I want to change it. I do, and I can. So stand back world and watch out for me. I’m ready to make that splash in the pool of life, and for the first time in my life, I’m NOT taking a life jacket, just in case, but instead, I’m going to learn how to swim.

Whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.


Back to the household…

Stewie decided to get up at 4am this morning… How thoughtful.

The Royal Rumble was yesterday, the only WWE PPV that I have ever seen in a bar, or paid for (except attending Wrestlemania 6). I missed it. I missed my 3 friends that used to do the wrestling thing with me. I have not heard from them in years. I have kids, they never will. Oh well.

Linus told me, over the weekend that he, “no like this Mummy… Want different Mummy”. Same for his little brother… Want different Stewie. Poor kid is going to miss me big time when I go back to work.

I am going to potty train Linus, and am calling out my 4 loyal readers (lol) for their tips, tricks and advice.

The new neighbours that moved in behind us, to whom I brought over an apple pie to welcome them to the neighborhood, but have not heard from yet, finally got blinds for their bathroom/bedroom last night. Thank goodness… The nightly nude show is coming to an end.

All the Dads in the playgroup are having another “Guys nite out”, Feb 6th at our place. On the menu is deli and a few starters, like chopped liver (yum). I love that we can all get together and bash the Liberal party of Canada.

Speaking of the Liberals… I watched the beginning of question period today and found it funny that new Liberal leader Stephane Dion was picking at PM Harper for his environmental record, when Dion was the Environment Minister under the Liberals and did nothing to help Canada. Hypocrite. Yet people still vote for these idiots. Sigh. I predict an embarrassing end for Dion in his role with the Liberals…


The end is very near. Back to work soon after a 4-month paternity leave.

"TUESDAY" production sign
“TUESDAY” (Photo credit: Vaguely Artistic)

Today represented the last time for quite a while that I will be around to drop off and pick up Linus from his pre-school, as I’ll be heading back to work on Tuesday after 4 long, tiring, painful months off on my paternity leave.  It’s actually really sad because I enjoyed spending time with both kiddies – helping Linus, while getting to know Stewie – and I did not get enough time to spend with my wife because of my messed up lower disk / joint / nerve problem.  We did manage to get together enough to finally make some headway in the house by cleaning up areas that remained in chaos since we moved – namely her office and the garage.

I also fell behind in two of my graduate school classes – Human Resources Management and Organizational Behaviour II which began on January 2nd – and as I get closer and closer to completion of my MBA I find that I have to look past my exhaustion and forget the back pain and get the job done.

Easier said than done.

We do have a family vacation coming up to look forward to, and it’s over my birthday – which means it will either be another great vacation or an absolute nightmare depending on which, if either, child decides to sleep.  If neither of them decide to sleep, then it’ll be me dragging them around the cruise ship at all hours of the day and night while their Mummy uses up some very well earned rest and relaxation. If worse comes to worse, I should find out of the cruise ship will let me bring the kids into the casino.  😉

I’m sure there must be more things I need to do before I have to go back to the office – I’ve already reached out a couple of times to ask my team leader to prepare my desk, phone, and assign an inventory for me so that I can get back to the grind right away.  I have a bet with my sister (of a coffee) that it won’t be set up.  I think it will since I know what is needed and I’ve already asked for it twice.

It should be nice to get back!

The first “I Love You” is the best!

Stop! I love you
Stop! I love you (Photo credit: smudie)

Saturday January 13th, at 8:13am.

While sitting at our kitchen table eating pancakes (our Saturday morning ritual), my son, Linus, called out to me;

“Daddy”. “Daddy”.

I replied, “Yes, buddy”.

“Daddy, I love you”, he said.

I spun towards him, and with a full-smile and tears in my eyes, I replied;

“I love you too”.

Awwwwwww.  That was delicious.

Is this too much cake for a 2-year-old’s birthday???

Tell me, please, is this too much cake for a 2-year-old and 15 other 2-year-olds to appreciate and eat?

It sure was too much for the adults.

We all just stared at it, mouthes agape.

If you notice in the picture, you will see all the little hands gathered around waiting for their piece of this train-cake to eat. It was really cute seeing their expression and watching the parents take a mental note for their kids’ birthdays…

The cake was for our long awaited birthday party for The Happy Boy as he turned 2. His actual birthday was in December but a lot of his classmates and baby group were away or busy so we chose to celebrate in January instead. I’m not sure it matters to him, other than he gets to celebrate his birthday more than once and that’s cool.

In honour of my sons love of trains we chose a Thomas theme – although I do not belive that he has ever actually watched Thomas on TV. My mother-in-law (MIL) made this for him.

The only thing more surprising than the cake was trying to clean it up hours later. I ended up using a piece of the track (licorice) to scrape away all the icing, and other yummies that made that cake what it was.

The cake was good, but very gooey. Pretty to look at, hard to clean up. Harder to burn the calories from…

Excuse me while I eat some celery.

Thursday Thirteen

*** This Thirsday Thirteen was previously completed December 2, 2006 but not posted due to injury. It is posted now for this Thurday. Please wait to read it then. 🙂

Thirteen Sports Cards re-cherished by Speakeasy

1. Jim Benning & Fred Boimistruck – 2 young promising defensemen hurried along by the horrible Toronto Maple Leafs teams of the 1980’s. They were the future, the hope. They bombed. But I have their rookie cards!!

2. Sidney Crosby – supposed Upper Deck Rookie cards – hopefully he will re-establish the hockey card industry and I can sell some of my older sets and pay off our mortgage.

3. Norman Aubin – Another ex-Leaf, but he has a cheesy moustache on his card and it makes me laugh.

4. Joe Reekie – Does he?

5. Jason Kidd – looks like his rookie card, #134 Topps, but I cannot find a price for it anywhere. Is it rare, or a dud?

6. A bunch of 1977 O-Pee-Chee sub-set hockey cards. 22 of them to be exact. I’m looking at Card #4, Marcel Dionne. The cards have rounded corners. Looking to see what they are worth…

7. A Parkhurst Prospect rookie card of some tall lanky kid named Chris Pronger. Rumour had it that he demanded to leave Edmonton cause his wife caught him cheating. Tsk. Tsk. Also have Darren McCarty (the bankrupt one) and a chap named Markus Naslund.

8. Dennis Rodman – For some reason I have a bunch of his basketball cards and in each one he has different colour hair. A very weird looking individual who bopped Carmen Electra. Yum.

9. Michael Jordan – his Chicago White Sox card from when he decided to take up baseball after “retiring”, or being suspended from the NBA. I should have sold those babies when then had value.

10. Any cards from the Atlanta Flames, Cleveland Barons, Kansas City Scouts Colorado Rockies or any team that has folded. I look at the guys that were playing for these teams and now I understand why the team folded or moved.

11. Checklists. Those old paper checklists that I ticked off in my youth that are now worth so much money. I see them and a tear comes to my eye. What was my mother thinking.

12. Any ProSet cards. That tacky series that was so full of errors like in the spelling of guys names, etc. Those cards got good when the company corrected them along the way making the errors valuable. But them they saturated the market with their crap and now I look at those tacky cards and wonder what I could have done with the money back then.

13. All the rookie cards I put away in special protective cases for when they were worth thousands of dollars. For every “valuable” card I still manage to find in my collection, I have 1000 cards of guys like Patrick Poulin, Vesa Viitoski, Shayne Toporowski and Jiri Slegr. Geez. Why couldn’t Pauli Jaks make it big… I must have 60 of his crappy card. Sorry Pauli if you read this.