Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Am the Self Proclaimed Queen of Procrastination

It is my firm belief that when you do something well, you should really step up and claim the title. I have several titles in my life at this point. For example, I am:

  • The Most Wonderful Mother in the World (totally self proclaimed and unsupported by any outside sources);
  • The Bomb (Thanks to my 2 year old nephew Jeremiah);
  • The Best Aunt Ever;
  • The Empress of Laundry;
  • Head Coffee Whore (My hands shake from over indulgence even as I type this);
  • The Office Goddess;
  • The Princess of Beat it to Death; and last but not least
  • The Queen of Procrastination.

I have come to realize that part of my problem is that I have a very difficult time saying no to people. I worry way too much about what others think of me and therefore this makes me out to be the world's biggest people pleaser (yet another title). Do you need a babysitter? Just call me. Someone to throw a babyshower/wedding shower/housesit/walk your dog/type your will? Sure. Any time. Let me just drop everything and schedule it in. However, because of this, I often find myself stuck being obligated to do things that I really have no desire to do. Then, instead of just biting the bullet and getting it done, I make excuses and put it off until the absolute last minute, when I am then stuck rushing around trying to make sure it gets done. I did this as a child, as a teenager, and now as an adult.

Unfortunately, I also have a tendency to carry this over to work projects. You would be positively amazed at the number of small tasks I can come up with around the office to put off writing a letter or making a phone call. All of a sudden, the plants desperately need to be watered, or the coffee pot rinsed out and a new pot made. Silly little chores that I will come up with, all to put off taking care of something that will only take a couple of minutes and will allow me to feel better once it's done. Occasionally, I will allow one of my other personalities to take over and firmly instruct myself to just do it, whatever it may be. However, this requires much concentration and the cooperation of said alter personality.

Last night, as I sat at home working on a project until 2:00 a.m., I found myself delaying starting the project because I firmly believed in that minute that I needed to start a load of laundry. Did I? Was I out of clothing to wear today to work? Was the world going to end if I didn't get up and dump towels in the washer? Was there even a full load of towels to wash? NO! NO! NO! NO! Even as I sit here and type this, I am putting off about four different things that I should be doing and that I'll end up rushing around trying to complete before the day is over, making me feel much more stressed than I probably need to.

Why do I do this? I have absolutely no clue. Procrastination is far more harmful that it is helpful. The momentary distraction that I get from doing it, does not outweigh the benefits of just getting off my lazy butt and finishing what needs to be finished. And so, keeping this in mind, I am going to now quit using this blog as procrastination and write that pissy letter to opposing counsel threatening dire legal consequences. After all, what could be more rewarding than that??

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Bribery: An Effective Parenting Skill?

I was raised by parents who utilized a carefully balanced system of bribery and bargains versus guilt. As I got to be a teenager and stretched the boundaries of my independence, the guilt was much less effective and the bribery more so. I vaguely recall potty training sessions involving little colored marshmallows prior to age three. I remember my mother desperately bargaining with me the summer after kindergarten when 5:00 a.m. seemed like the best time to get out of bed and wake her up, putting into place the bargain that said that the later that I either stayed in bed sleeping or quietly entertaining myself in my room, the later I could stay up at night. There was also the lightening fast rate that I learned my multiplication tables when there were roller skates like the other girls in the neighborhood had hanging in the balance, or the dollars for grades program I implemented in high school. Thus, I have always believed that bribery far outweighed guilt in effectiveness as a parenting tool.

I have raised my children only utilizing the bribery method. Mostly because my kids have never fallen for the guilt tactic. For example, remember the old wives tale about stepping on a crack and breaking your mother's back? When I teasingly taught this to my son did he stop and carefully avoid every mark in the sidewalk that closely resembled a crack? Of course not. He stepped on every single one, glancing over at me each time to see if I was falling to the ground in broken pain. My ex-husband was also raised on bribery and completely supported the notion that it was a normal child rearing skill.

Recently, however, I have begun to see the error of my ways, and wonder if bribery and bargains are perhaps not the best parenting tools to utilize. Because Chip and his family are active proponents of the bribery and bargaining methods, the children are constantly showing up at my house talking about the various 'deals' that have been made with Grandpa, Grandma, Dad or Uncle Chris. Recently, there was the pop deal. Uncle Chris made a deal with the kids that if they refrained from drinking pop, he would pay them $35 each every month. Of course, I'm not certain that this really counts as a deal as there is a daily allowance of one Sprite. Last I checked, Sprite was pop, and it is my firm belief that neither of my children have a need for all of the sugar and other miscellaneous crap included in one Sprite a day. However, Colton will often ask for a Sprite, citing the aforementioned deal, and informing me that he has not yet had his one Sprite of the day.

However, the main reason that I am questioning bribery and bargains is because the method is being turned around on me by the kids. Just last week, I was curling my hair with a new curling iron. For some reason, I have had great difficulty holding on to this curling iron and have sent it flying out of my hands, cord yanking out of the wall, into either the toilet or the bathroom garbage can. I have also scored quite a large burn on my forearm when it grazed me on it's way into the toilet. During one of these instances, when I believed myself to be alone, several expletives also went flying. Colton's head popped around the corner into the bathroom and he gave me a look which was designed to make me feel badly about swearing with a small child in hearing distance. "Mom", he said, "let's make a deal." My 7 year old son then proceeded to attempt to make a deal with me, said deal being that for every month that I went without swearing, he would pay me $1. Because I was still attempting to scrape off burned bathroom garbage can plastic bag from my new curling iron, and muttering additional swear words under my breath, I promptly said no. Now, as everyone knows, part of making a deal also involves bargaining and my children are champion bargainers that could hold their own in any outdoor market in Mexico. The monthly no swearing rate got bumped to $2, and then $4, finally topping of at the enormous sum of $6! Unfortunately, as cursing is a fundamental part of my personality and a requirement for anyone working in family law, I had to turn it down.

However, the situation made me question myself on a number of levels. First of all, do I really swear that much?!? I mean, you can take me out into polite company and not be embarrassed. I don't include f-bombs in every sentence, or even every third sentence. You could totally introduce me to your parents, even if they're staunch Methodists, with the total assurance that I would be welcome at any family dinner in the future. But ever since the $6 deal proposal, I find myself stopping to listen a little more closely about what comes out of my mouth.

I also find myself wondering what I'm really teaching my kids when I bargain or bribe for better behavior or for them to learn a skill that they're going to have to master regardless. Does it take away from the sense of accomplishment that you might feel when you get an 'A' on a test, if waiting for you at home is the new video game you propositioned your dad for? It almost feels like my kids receive rewards and money for things that are expected from other kids. When I got to the point in school where I received letter grades, I remember occasionally my dad would slip me a few bucks for a good report card. There was not this systematic chart that some families have that states that for every 'A' received, you receive $20. I also distinctly know that, had I brought home a report card full of grades that fell below my parents expectations, I would have a bigger issue than simply facing the disappointment of not receiving cash. I recall frequently when my children were little and had to go some place where there was a fear that they may not cooperate or behave exactly as desired to make the outing go smoothly, Grandma always stepped up and magically a 'prize' would appear. Does Katelyn have a dentist appointment? Well, if she behaves, Grandma will get her a Beanie Baby. Does Colton have to go to the doctor? Good cooperation rates Pokemon cards! What does it say when providing essential medical or dental treatment to my children also means providing them with a bonus? Are my kids going to grow up believing that if they do well in college that they'll deserve more than the rewarding career this will bring? What kind of prize do you even get for doing well in college?! Isn't having your parents help you pay for college a prize in itself? Most well adjusted adults realize that completing a project at work usually rates a pat on the back or a "job well done". Am I raising kids that are going to be constantly left feeling unsatisfied or unaccomplished because when they do a good job at work, their boss isn't buying them candy or Spiderman action figures?

Thus the question then becomes, once kids have been brought up utilizing the bribery and bargaining parenting tools, how do you ease away from this? How does one teach a child that has been raised to expect not only praise, but loot as well, to be happy with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment? Is there a book for this? Some sort of manual? Or when my children get to be adults, am I going to be required to go out and find them a prize or some sort of treat, each and every time they succeed at something others find to be a requirement of life? Do your laundry this week? Well, let me buy you a new bottle of perfume! Wash your car? That certainly rates $25! Does it matter that it's their own laundry or their own car that they're providing maintenance for? Nope! Not when you parent using the bribery and bargaining methods!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Boring But Neccessary Introduction

Well, this is a complete first for me. I've never posted nor read a blog before in my life. I'm honestly not even sure that anything that I might have to comment on or write about will be of any interest to anyone. HOWEVER, more than likely this will not stop me, and you can choose to read it or not.

Because I'm assuming that most who will read this are people who are familiar with me to some extent, I'll keep any sort of introduction brief. I'm Robyn. I'm the mother to two children: Katelyn, who is 14, and Colton, who is 7. I'm currently single, having been divorced from my ex husband, Chip, for almost two years. Chip and I were married for 14, and dated for three prior to that. I work as a paralegal, specializing mainly in family law, and also am the figurative office manager for the office I work in.

I work with my best friend, Christy, with whom I've been friends with since age 5. She is the mother to my niece Victoria, age 9, and nephews Jonathan, age 6, and Jeremiah, age 2. They live just a few blocks from me. Christy and I have developed the bad habit of taking all of our children on outings. Now, these outings may sound like fun outings prior to leaving the house. However, upon leaving the house, the outings often become mentally and emotionally painful. You see, our children have what could be termed as a love/hate relationship. For the first little while of these adventuresome outings, things go well. It is long, though, before personality conflicts arise. Both Christy and I have children that have strong personalities. Usually, by the end of whatever the outing is, the end normally coming much sooner than it should, Christy and I have completely lost sanity and thereafter proceed to blank out the memory of the outing. Blanking out the memory of the outing can also be problematic as this results in repeated outings and thus repeated mental and emotional pain.

I also have other fabulous friends that I've known since I was 3, Janice and Sheri. Age-wise, I fall right in between Sheri and Janice, but have always been friends with both of them. Sheri is married to Joel, and has a handsome son Seth, with another child on the way. Sheri has also become a step-mom to Joel's kids Andrew and Sheridan. Janice is married to Matt. Janice and Matt live in Everett with their dog, Missy. Janice and Matt are SCUBA divers in the spare time....all of their spare time. Janice just got accepted as a volunteer diver at the Seattle Aquarium.

One of my other good friends is Leslie. Leslie and I met several years ago while working in the same law firm in Everett, and became friends right away. Leslie is engaged to Jack and they both work at Boeing. To summarize Leslie very quickly, keeping in mind this is not by any means a full description, she is everything I want to be when I grow up.

All right, I think this is enough rambling for tonight. I'm completely unsure if this is what is necessary and/or appropriate for a blog, but figured an introduction would be a good start.