The Mom Chronicles
Jan. 18th, 2010 10:08 amTalked to my mom last night. Here's an excerpt of that conversation.
Mom: I did my own dishes today.
Me: What?!
Mom: I was talking to Ida. She had her knee done last year, and she said she did her own dishes. I figured if she could do it, so could I.
Me: Oh dear god...
At least she seems not to have done any damage. And I suppose more activity isn't a bad thing. As long as she doesn't do anything too, um, dumb.
In other news, I've just completed my first phone interview this morning. The job sounds interesting, but they're pretty adamant that I be willing to fully commit to the 75% to 100% travel thing. And when I asked if that meant I wouldn't be home on weekends, the best the HR person could come up with was "Let's assume you'll be home weekends." Not comforting.
I have to get back to the interviewer tomorrow with my decision on whether I want to go forward with the interview process. I'm trying to weigh the "I want a job!" panic against the desire to actually see my daughter grow up. ::sigh::
Mom: I did my own dishes today.
Me: What?!
Mom: I was talking to Ida. She had her knee done last year, and she said she did her own dishes. I figured if she could do it, so could I.
Me: Oh dear god...
At least she seems not to have done any damage. And I suppose more activity isn't a bad thing. As long as she doesn't do anything too, um, dumb.
In other news, I've just completed my first phone interview this morning. The job sounds interesting, but they're pretty adamant that I be willing to fully commit to the 75% to 100% travel thing. And when I asked if that meant I wouldn't be home on weekends, the best the HR person could come up with was "Let's assume you'll be home weekends." Not comforting.
I have to get back to the interviewer tomorrow with my decision on whether I want to go forward with the interview process. I'm trying to weigh the "I want a job!" panic against the desire to actually see my daughter grow up. ::sigh::
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:23 pm (UTC)Ah yes, our mothers are obviously each other's missing twins. *g*
My mother drove Meals-on-Wheels with a catheter in her because she didn't want to let the "old dears" down, several of whom are *younger* than she is.
As long as they don't start doing a trapeze act I think resting in a way that's out of character for them can be far worse for them in terms of healing and their mental state.
There's probably no harm in going ahead if the job sounds interesting as it's probably in the face-to-face interview that you'll get more idea of what they actually mean by travel and how far that travel is. It's not like you're saying yes to the job right now.
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:29 pm (UTC)That's the kind of thing my mother-in-law would do. In fact when she was taken into hospital after she'd collapsed on Exmoor, when J called to ask how she was the nurse was very diplomatic and said 'she's a spirited lady, isn't she?' When J asked what she was doing the nurse told him she was 'helping the poor old dears, who were at least ten years young than she was'.
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:40 pm (UTC)My Mother is a human dynamo... By my very conservative estimate she travelled to 13 different countries last year. My 16 year old nephew finds her exhausting. *g*
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:43 pm (UTC)Nope, can't match that. But M-i-L has flown to New Zealand on her own two if not three times in her late 80s and is still visiting us in her mid-90s.
I find your mother exhausting just reading about it *g*
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:48 pm (UTC)You should try being her daughter. *g* I'm proud of her but she's a constant reminder of what I'm *not* getting done.
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Date: 2010-01-18 04:07 pm (UTC)I'll pass, thanks :-)))
Poor you, I can totally understand how you feel.
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Date: 2010-01-19 01:54 am (UTC)I think I'm actually going to turn down the job. They pretty much told me the travel is to all parts of North America, remote or not. Considering Ros is now grabbing my hand at bedtime and begging me not to leave, I don't think I want to put her through an absentee mommy.
The second interview also wasn't promising. It's writing financial risk analysis documents, and the one they gave me as a sample to critique made me hyperventilate. (The friend who recommended me for the job is convinced I can do the work, I'm just not sure that I want to.)
Oh, for the perfect job to fall into my lap.