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On Losing Power & Losing It

When the power goes out, I lose my shit. And as a Washington Post journalist once joked, if a squirrel drops a nut, the power goes out in Montgomery County. Look, I’ve even started anti-Pepco Facebook pages, submitted written testimony to public hearings on Pepco’s inadequacies, written and called my Maryland state legislators about Pepco and attended neighborhood meetings with our legislators to discuss solely…you got it….Pepco. So in honor of what misery so many people are living in right now, I bring you a post of mine from July 2010 when our power went out. And noteworthy, days after our power came back on (you know, after I’d dropped $300 on replenishing groceries, it went out AGAIN for another 4 days. Do you remember those consecutive summer storms? Can anyone ever forget it).

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This is what I look like the second my power goes out

I went back in time and didn’t find love, happiness or world peace. I found the dark ages and it made me crazy. You got it, one week ago Sunday our power went out.

There I was happily napping on our sofa when I was rudely awoken by a loud BOOM. And then dead silence. I jolted up…being the only thing left in our house with enough energy to jolt….and stared at my husband. He remained calm.

I, however, immediately turned into a raving lunatic. I cannot STAND IT when our power goes out. I cannot stand it for even 5 minutes. Let alone when it’s 110 degrees outside. As does anyone who has the unfortunate experience of losing power more often than they’d like, I have our power company’s worthless outage line on speed dial and immediately began calling them. Their first estimate was 9pm.

It was 2pm.

I tried to calm myself. Lick my wounds. Assess how I could survive the next few hours in the scorching heat. I calculated how much longer I thought the kids would sleep, assessed where we could go eat dinner, then we could play til closer to night fall, put them to bed and boom – it would be 9pm.   But seriously – night fall? It’s 2010. Who the hell even considers night fall any more? Who are those people who like power outages and sit around candle light and sing Koombayah, I wondered, because I hated them.  Are they for real?

I could survive this, I told myself, as I continued to pace like a dog foaming at the mouth, and frantically unraveled the lanterns I scored from Target in the event of a power outage.

Oh yes I did, in case you are wondering. I really did drop like $100 on lanterns for serious campers (of which I am not, unless you consider renting large homes in the woods with several fire places and a hot tub on the deck, camping. Which I do, for the record).  But see- as my dad says – the 6Ps: Prior planning prevents piss poor performance. I planned (having survived much of the summer of 2005 without power and being like 7 months pregnant, I am still recovering from that) and purchased my lanterns before Memorial Day but, as it turns out, I forgot the lanterns need batteries (again, not a camper). And guess what – of course we didn’t have the proper batteries in the house. My husband mocked me as I yelled at him about how he is the battery keeper and why doesn’t he have a proper stash in the event of national emergencies of epic proportions. Such as this one.

I continued to pace. And foam at the mouth.

Then guess what. The storm happened. Yep – our power went out an hour before the freaking storm even rolled through.  As it turned out, it ended up being one of the worst thunderstorms in the history of the area, complete with like 90mph winds and of Pepco’s 778,000 customers, 300,00o lost power.

But see, I don’t care so much about the other 299,999 customers without power when I don’t have power.  I care a lot more about those people when I have power and air conditioning and can listen to the news and feel sorry for them, comfortably, in my cool house with lights on. It’s a dog eat dog world and I like electricity. A lot. Maybe more than  my husband. And almost as much as my kids.

So, as the wind was whipping and the rain was coming down in sheets and the lightning and thunder wear roaring, and I was wondering if we were going to land in Oz, I actually asked my husband if he thought Pepco was deploying a crew in this weather – could they be out working on power lines in this storm – I demanded to know? BECAUSE I NEED POWER.  Was it really TOO dangerous to be up on a ladder on a power line?

He ignored me.

Then, as any raving, power loving lunatic would do, I called Pepco again. After the storm. And they said it would be AUGUST SECOND before the power came back on. This was like July 25th.

So what is a gal to do?

But immediately start throwing tank tops, shorts, diapers and baby tylenol into bags and just leave. I left town. Like one friend said, what asshole sits around without AC?

We’ve established that I cannot handle it.

And so four more days passed and our power came back on Wednesday afternoon. This was not how my week was supposed to have played out but I found a silver lining.

As it turns out, friends, when your power goes out for 4 days in oppressive heat – you have to throw out everything in your fridge and freezer. And because I was on the lam with my kids, my husband was the only one left here to not only toss all the contents but clean it out.

AH HA! Maybe losing power isn’t all bad because that, friends, that is a job that I avoid at all costs. I’m pretty sure I had a head start on DD1’s first science fair project in 2018 growing in my fridge. God only knows what was found inside my freezer.

And so, we returned home yesterday. I opened the fridge to see this:

Is that not a beautiful sight? Especially because I didn’t have to do it?

I then headed off to the grocery store, dropped $300, and my fridge and freezer look paltry and like we are all on a serious, calorie conscious diet. It seems to me that when I receive my next Pepco bill, what should I do but enclose my grocery bills until my fridge is stacked, as a form of payment.

Reasonable, right?

Later this week, I’ll post another piece about when our power went out in the winter – something I used to wonder -which is worse – power outages in summer or winter? My conclusion then was this: me and my then 2-year-old had a common enemy, that common enemy was Pepco. For electric fun and frolic, “Like” Wired Momma on Facebook.

Date Night: Summer Style

Unfortunately I haven’t had any more time to write this week, so I am recycling a post from last summer with some of my top favorite date night ideas. Bottom line:  Forget the kids, today’s post is meant to inspire you and your beloved to head out for a sweet date night. So with that, I bring you the WM top three favorite dates for DC lovers:

1. For the food lover, if you haven’t already, head to Founding Farmers, located right next to the World Bank (2012 update: surely by now everyone knows of the second Founding Farmers location in Potomac).  You’ll need to make your reservation well in advance to secure a table but it’s worth it – the food is delicious and I love the restaurant’s premise of bringing food straight from the farms. Most important – the drinks are divine – and the price is right. I’d call the atmosphere eco-chic, so you can really pull off any outfit from casual to diva-glam.

Do you really have better plans on a Sat night than 80s?

2. For the retired rockstars, definitely head for a night of 80s rock and hear the Legwarmers (2012 update: last weekend they celebrated their 10th anniversary, which I am sorry to have missed but I still urge you to hit a Legwarmers show this summer). This band is one of my all time favorites – not only are they brilliant with 80s covers but they are true performers, each band member is a certain persona and really embodies that character the entire time, down to their outfits and dance moves. I mean – not only are we sweaty messes rocking out in front next to stage right but we are usually cracking up. Also – they pick songs that appeal to the female 80s lover and the male 80s lover – think Blondie or Belinda Carlisle to G’n’R or Def Leppard.  Oh – and be sure you dress 80s for the show.

3. For the athletic types, I’d recommend sunset kayaking along the Potomac. I purchased this as part of a LivingSocial deal last summer and then later wondered what in the world I’d gotten us into. Turns out, it became one of our favorite dates of all time. It was lovely evening, though I wasn’t super keen on the dirty waters of the Potomac being flicked into my always sleek and never disheveled  hair in our double kayak. The views of the monuments are fabulous and really, it’s not an angle you see often, unless you usually kayak to Roosevelt Island. We cruised around the Island as the sun was setting, I was happy to be in the two-seater because much as I run and spin, I’m not much for arm strength and lots of paddling. And it was a quiet, peaceful way to spend time together.

What are your favorite DC date nights in the summer? Would love to know.

Godzilla meets the Lion Tamer…an epic tale of surviving summer break

In prep for schools letting out in the next two weeks….I offer you a retro WM post….my piece to mark the beginning of summer break last year and a retrospective on surviving previous summers….it covers kids of a variety ages so you probably will find something for yourself in here and I also get to my fav summer accessories:

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This week marks the end of school. The beginning of summer. What better way to kick it off than with a walk down memory lane?

First Summer Home with 2 kids: Sink or Swim?

My baby morphed into Godzilla that first summer....

Spoiler Alert! I sank. I didn’t even have a chance. I was drowning, I was gasping for air, I hated that summer. DD1 was 3.5 and horrible. DD2 was 6 months old and suddenly gained her mobility and morphed from sweet drooling baby into Godzilla, a super human creature who’s only purpose in life was to mercilessly terrorize every Little People village her sister had carefully arranged, chew on each book her sister wanted to read and destroy any block tower that might have just been assembled. It was war. I lost every battle.  And to boot, one of life’s great unsolved mysteries emerged: exactly how does a 6 month old crawl so quickly and why are they magnets for elder sibling’s toys? So I headed into the next summer with a whole new plan, armed with tactics, prepared to win and enjoy the summer. This battle worn soldier couldn’t lose again.

#notwinning

Summer 2 home with the kids: Life vest

Spoiler Alert: my life vest mocked me. All summer long.

This time I boarded the ship prepared. My life jacket purchased in the form of 4 beautiful words: CAMP. Lots and lots of CAMP. But see, what I failed to anticipate was that much changes in one year of the lives of these little people. My wounds were still open and fresh but the children had moved on. How could I fail to realize that Godzilla can’t really survive for one year with an older sibling? Think of the eldest like a lion tamer: breaking the beast, taming the savage soul and maybe assaulting them a few times. Godzilla morphs into a different kind of species when she is 18 months old. True, a child

Can anyone else relate?

headed straight for the 2s is still part-human, part-beast but at least they have more control over their motor skills when lingering around block towers. And the eldest is more adept at handling younger sibling assault on their world. Another lesson for me:  3.5 year olds don’t stay that miserable argumentative nasty way forever and as it turns out, at least chez moi, 4.5 year olds are fun and fabulous companions. So there I had shipped her off to various weekly camps only for me and DD2 to look at each other, and wonder where our playmate was, especially DD2. I had naively shipped off the companion who kept the 18 month old entertained, busy and tired her out for naps. I PAID to send away our buddy. What the? My life vest deflated. I was beat again. When will I not suck at anticipating how to manage for a great summer home?

#definitelynotbiwinning

Summer 3 home with the kids: Lifeguard

And so begins summer 3 home with the kids. We’re off to a good start, we are miraculously diaper free chez moi, they are now 2.5 and 5.5 (have you seen the new spring in my step as I bypass the diaper aisle at Target with an extra $20 to blow on something dumb?) and after my steep learning curves the past two summers, dare I say I am heading into this summer with an all new plan: the pool. We are super camp light and planning on lots of pool time. But will I fail to anticipate again? So far, I have a huge ding against me because DH is headed off to a new job that puts him in San Fran 4 days of every week through the summer. I wasn’t counting on that when I signed them up for basically no camps this summer . . .Will I sink or swim this year? Stay tuned, you know you’ll be hearing about it.

#winning?

Until then, let’s cover what accessories  a gal needs to survive the summer.

The first is the appropriate pool or beach bag and that bag is the Scout bag. This bag changed my pool/beach experience because it’s stylish and has 6 pockets around the outside of the bag. Never has it been so easy to store sunglasses, iPhone, camera, sun block, kid’s trash,  snacks, water bottles and actually FIND these things with ease. Naturally the bag was created by a local DC mother who has 4 kids, so it’s no wonder it’s a miracle worker.

Speaking of miracle workers, what I need is the right swimsuit. I tend to go for halters but is this really a good idea when children are climbing all over you and creating multiple chances for a wardrobe malfunction on any given day? My youngest likes to shove her pool toys down the suit as if it’s her own personal pocket.  Does style need to be compromised in favor of practicality? Have you found the perfect swimsuit that is stylish but functional? I’m desperate here, friends. Speak up. Links encouraged.

And my final summer survival necessity for those of you who are beach bound but don’t live steps from the beach: the Wonder Wheeler Deluxe (WWD). The minivan of beach carts, this thing screams dork, flashes parenthood in bright lights, earns you mockery from teens for being  lame, but when a beach trip heads south (and really, how often do they not), you can toss all your gear and chairs and umbrellas into this thing (and sometimes I think a few kids) and clear the beach in record time.

So with that, what are your plans for summer survival? And did you find a great suit? Let me know.

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The “Chore Wars” and the “Second Shift”

Another busy week here at WM – so I am re-posting something I wrote last summer – because I notice a lot of traffic still coming to my site from this article and well – the topic is still relevant to all of us: the second shift, the roles of dads, and more. So please – read on and comment!

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I eagerly purchased the August 8 Time Magazine issue with Ruth Davis Konigsberg’s cover story “Chore Wars.” I was ready to hear the news, I was excited for her insights into new research. I read it and was irritated and disappointed because there seemed to be so much opportunity for a new discussion, one focused on the increasing role of fathers at home, the struggles fathers face with balancing work and family but instead it was clouded by the same old woe-is-me of the second shift facing moms and boring old attempts at stoking the fire in the mommy wars debate.

Over the past two weeks, I struggled with which direction to take my reaction to her article because there is so much to say. In the end, I’ve decided that the more productive thing is for me to point out what, from my perspective in my experience as a full-time working mom, she missed. I also want to point out where, from my perspective, as an at-home mom (who also works but what sort of “label” is there for a mom who can wear whatever she wants, is home with her kids, but crams work in when they nap and at night?) – where she really confused me in her argument and analysis of new data.

Can you relate?

Issue #1: Working Moms & Time Spent with Children

First, in case you haven’t read the piece, the allure of the title is meant to enlighten you on new research that basically invalidates this notion of the “second shift” for working moms because new research shows that fathers are doing much more around the house and fathers feel much more pressure to get home and engage in their kids lives. Personally, I really can’t stand it when researchers give us precise time breakouts – in this instance we learn that working women are doing 1hr. 10 min. a day of “child care” and men are now doing an average of 53 min., almost 3x the amount they did in 1965. My first question is this: Since when do we refer to being with our children as “child care”? And secondly – really – who does this apply too? If someone had told me when I was working full-time that I spent 1 hr and 10 min a day with my kid, I would have smacked them in the face because I clocked every minute I spent with my kids and every minute mattered to me – it mattered so much that I raced around like a fool to every other part of my daily life – just to be sure I got as many minutes as possible with my young daughter. And also, my kid woke at 5:30am, so I well surpassed that hour before I even left for work. So can we stop with the minute-by-minute break down people?

Secondly, the author skims over the fact that time diaries don’t account for the stress women feel when managing a family and keeping the schedule a float and to me – that’s where much of the story is when you are talking about full-time working moms and time. Just keeping the family schedule takes an extraordinary amount of time and organization, whether you go to an office all day or stay home, and the stress of managing it and keeping things running smoothly is something that in my experience, usually the moms handle.  And as much as we bitch, most of us handle it because we are control freaks and the idea of letting it go to our husbands makes us recoil. Whether we admit it or not. Also, when I was working full-time, I might have complained about how time-consuming it was but also, it kept me very involved in the day-to-day, something I needed to quell my own issues with being gone.

Back to the “chore wars” concept, I think that this piece was not meant to pit women against men, however, and really no good comes out of that. This notion of accounting for time spent and tracking inequities only perpetuates anger and resentment among couples with young children because it’s completely unrealistic to think that the responsibilities that come with raising young children can be divided equally. It also doesn’t account for the fact that often times, especially when sick, little kids just want their moms. So it’s mom who is going to leave work, call pediatrician, fill prescriptions and launder the vomited sheets. And make no mistake, mom is exhausted but mom loves to be needed. Even if she’s bitching at her husband along the way. That’s parenthood – so the media’s constant interest in perpetuating the concept of fair division of labor is unnecessary and unproductive. It ain’t ever gonna be equal or fair, people, not when we’re talking about young kids. It’s just damn hard work.

Issue #2: Working Moms & Free-Time

To me – the real story when she was focusing strictly on working  moms and time – is on free-time. She skims right over what was, for me, the biggest struggle and most exhausting part of working full-time and having young kids. She notes that research shows the quality of free-time for working moms has worsened: “women have less opportunity to relax in a way that recharges their batteries.” Umm…could there be a bigger understatement? Here’s where I think there is an important distinction when you talk about the lives of women working in an office all day long and women who stay home with their kids, whether they work-at-home or whether their full-time job is tending to the kids (which, let’s not forget, is an ENORMOUS full-time job). When you work full-time, unless you have the luxury of having a nanny who not only keeps your house clean when you are gone and does your kid’s laundry, but also runs all your errands, buys your groceries and preps your meals (which most people don’t have), then this leaves you the weekend to get lots of work done to keep the house going. But the weekend is also when you get that quality uninterrupted time to spend with your kids that you crave from being gone all week – which means if you’re anything like I was – you usually spend afternoon nap time racing around like a maniac getting everything done – which means you have little-to-no time that is just for you. And everyone needs some quality time just for themselves. So again, it was disappointing to me that in this area – which is so critical and so exhausting for working moms – this topic was just sort of glossed over so we could instead evaluate how many minutes we spend with our children compared to at-home  moms.

Speaking of those pesky at-home moms, I actually do belive that at-home moms have a greater chance to find free time on the weekends than working moms because they NEED time AWAY from their children -and it’s good to let the husbands have some alone quality time with the kids – so the at-home moms can – and do – head out on weekends by themselves to decompress and recharge their batteries.

Issue #3: The Inevitable Pitting of Working Moms Against At-Home Moms

So again, this piece on chore wars and the division of labor between spouses ended up adding fuel to the mommy wars with this ridiculous time diary research stating that “The group that has benefited the most from women entering the work force is, ironically, stay-at-home mothers, whose husbands are doing more child care…Among married couples with children under 6, Bianchi’s analysis shows non-employed mothers spend only 10 more hours a week on child care than moms with full-time jobs.”

Ok. What?

First of all, again, why does she keep referring to raising our own kids as child care?? Isn’t that called parenting? And secondly, I conducted a totally scientific research study by revisiting my past self as a full-time working mom and spent some time with her vs. my current self who is home full-time and I can tell you this: I spend WAY more time with my kids than 10 hours a week more than my past self did. Where do they get this crap and can we get some context? Specifically because she is talking about families with children under the age of 6, as is the case in my house, so these kids aren’t in kindergarten all day. So unless she found a group of women who stay home full-time and send their children away to daycare most of the day while they toil around and eat bon bons at home, then how is it possible to state at-home moms basically spend a little more than an hour more a day with their kids than full-time working moms? (Could I get that for like a week, though?) This actually really pissed me off because it feeds into this antiquated cultural notion that at-home moms don’t do anything and are “bored.”

My other issue is she skims over the fact that working moms pass off housework duties, thereby lessening their burden at home, but doesn’t account for how at-home moms are exhausted just from maintaining that aspect of a household. When I worked full-time, I always came home to a clean house. If your kids are in daycare all day, they aren’t home tearing up the house. If they are home with a nanny, her job is to make sure the house is clean when you walk in the door. When you are home all day with your kids, you’ve cleaned up 5x by 10am. That’s work in my book. Anyhow, I digress. My point – this “chore wars” piece was more about working moms vs. at-home moms than it was about the wonderful news that  most of us already knew – which is that men are more engaged and involved at home now than they used to be.  

Issue #4: The “Slacker Dad Myth”

So this disgruntled house-work dad is a thing of the past now, eh?

In the end, what Konigsberg’s piece did which was productive, from my perspective, is shed light on new research showing that working fathers feel more pressure to balance family with their careers and yet the workplace makes fewer accommodations for fathers than for mothers. I wish that she had spent some more time focusing on how many employers offer paid paternity leave and how many fathers actually use that paternity leave. One friend noted that though her husband’s firm offered something astronomical like 6 weeks of paid paternity leave, it was “career suicide” to actually use it.

The Wired Momma Conclusion

So – that was my long-winded way of reaching these three conclusions after reading the “chore wars”:

1. Working moms deserve more time to themselves and I’m not sure how they’re going to get it unless their employers offer them more flexibility and the moms use some of that extra flexible time to decompress instead of with their young kids.

2. In my right mind, I can’t see how in the world at-home moms spend only 10 hours  more a week with their kids and why do we even keep talking about it? What purpose does it serve beyond feeding the notion that at-home moms are bored and mindless keepers of children?

3. Dads are doing more – but women are setting themselves up for a world of disappointment when they are pregnant if they actually think there will be a fair and equal division of labor – just buck it up – have an involved husband and realize parenting young kids is more work than you can believe until you are doing it.

Did you read the article? What do you think?

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