I work as an assistant professor in computer animation.When you work in a university, you would expect at least some smart folks. But, no, nut cases are everywhere. Unfortunately, I am very naive, and believe what people say upfront. I say what I mean myself and I think others are same. I also believed in confrontation as in saying truth clearly would bring understanding in a conflict, but unfortunately, not everyone is happy to say straight, nor hear one. Funny thing about truth-telling is that when one says it, the other also tends to react truthfully; whether they want it or not.
Usually they are angry that they have to say truthful things.
As the result of this characteristic of mine, my social skills are not that great. I am sometimes confused ;if it is me who is very wrong. Today, after another unfortunate truth hunting, I realized that I am wrong in the sense believing saying truth will save the conflict. Expecting truth from the other is expecting really a lot. I am afraid that I have a lot to learn.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Struggling with a baby
I guess M can be looked as a toddler, even though she really is in a baby category. As 2 year olds, she has 3 year olds body and strength. M just started a daycare, after being taken care of and spoiled to rotten by her beloved Daddy for last two years, at the comfort of home. Daddy started a new job in Copenhagen, and temporarily separated from home, being a weekend father.
Now, the reality sinks in to her little mind, and she is doing her best to protest to her poor mom. Somehow each week is getting worse, despite adults logic that she may get used to it by week. M throws tantrums in the mornings now. She does not want to change clothes, no diaper change, no everything, crying and pushing me away, and cry more as soon as I leave her alone.
Unfortunately for her, she does not realize that pushing away and being hold by me can not co-exist. So we go on with pushing and holding in cycles, and I simply do not have energy for, especially after lack of sleep lately.
As M is a big girl ( 96 cm, 15 kg), she also has some fierce kicks, and I am defenseless while forcing some pants on her. Luckily, she still does not know how to take the pants off yet, so it stays. Socks have no chance. I am afraid that she may stay in dirty clothes in days if things get worse. I do not think I can force her to put anything after 3 years old, when she will certainly train herself to have big muscles.
In split seconds, I really wished to ship her to the daycare half naked, and let the nanny do the job. It seems to be that she protests mainly to me, not to strangers. Unfortunately, it’s a busy week at the work so I can not take her at home until the weekend.
Now, the reality sinks in to her little mind, and she is doing her best to protest to her poor mom. Somehow each week is getting worse, despite adults logic that she may get used to it by week. M throws tantrums in the mornings now. She does not want to change clothes, no diaper change, no everything, crying and pushing me away, and cry more as soon as I leave her alone.
Unfortunately for her, she does not realize that pushing away and being hold by me can not co-exist. So we go on with pushing and holding in cycles, and I simply do not have energy for, especially after lack of sleep lately.
As M is a big girl ( 96 cm, 15 kg), she also has some fierce kicks, and I am defenseless while forcing some pants on her. Luckily, she still does not know how to take the pants off yet, so it stays. Socks have no chance. I am afraid that she may stay in dirty clothes in days if things get worse. I do not think I can force her to put anything after 3 years old, when she will certainly train herself to have big muscles.
In split seconds, I really wished to ship her to the daycare half naked, and let the nanny do the job. It seems to be that she protests mainly to me, not to strangers. Unfortunately, it’s a busy week at the work so I can not take her at home until the weekend.
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