Nailed It!

Benj is away so the kids and I eat lots of meat, watch horrible (nay, amazing?) movies, and sleep in the big bed. I have the pleasure of taking out the trash and getting the mail. Glamorous life, I tell ya!

Bison chili? Nailed it. Watching the very 80’s and mildly inappropriate for kids Adventures in Babysitting? Oh, we SO nailed that! Middle of the night visits to my bed by each kid? They each nailed it. Recycling? Well, I missed the first week’s pickup but I totally nailed it this week!

Getting the mail? Yeah, I’m mostly terrible at stopping by the post office even though I drive by it multiple times a day. I mean, why bother? Christmas card season is over. It’s no one’s birthday. And I have enough credit cards, thank you very much.

But, OMG, YOU GUYS!!! Look what came in the mail this week!!!

Letter Of Determination

Getting approved for our 501(c)(3) tax-exempt public charity status on the first try?

Yeah. WE NAILED IT!

Beta Tests and Mondays…

Mondays

… always get me down. Well not really, but it’s not that exciting either.

Benj has been pulling all-nighters this week developing the sign-up section of the website. (In related news, I’ve been sleeping quite well since no one is breathing in the same room as me. Oh, did you hear that pin drop in London? Me, too!)

So, I spent a chunk of today beta testing this bit. I tried like hell to break the thing, but Benj did a fist pump when I told him that I couldn’t. Don’t worry, I didn’t let him get away without taking my list of suggestions for improvement.

The best part, though, was creating accounts for all these “people” signing up. I might have used your face and assigned you an amazing superlative. So, if you need ideas when this thing goes live, let me know.

As for me, I shall henceforth be referred to by my Charitocracy Username. And since it’s Monday, I’m totally okay with that.

Signed,

World’s Okayest Wife

Puppy Monkey Baby

Who’s the Boss?

I am.

There are a lot of words that have been used to describe me. Some not fit for print, I’m sure. But some others include Type A, extrovert, control-freak, and most definitely bossy. And you know what? I’m okay with those things. Probably because they are all true.

There has been a crusade against the word bossy lately. And I get it. A boy asserts himself and he’s a leader. A girl does it and she’s bossy. As a mom to a creative and bright girl, I find myself worrying when she seems to always be towing the line between leader and dictator. But what about if you’re the boss? Does the boss ever get to be bossy?

Well, I’ll be the first to tell you that I don’t want a boss. No one is the boss of me. Or so I thought…

Let me back this up a bit. For more than 7 years, Benj traveled for work. It started out at a week every 2 months. Then every 6 weeks, then every month. Throw in extra conferences, worldwide meetings, and events, and before I knew it, it was not uncommon for him to be gone 1-3 (or even 4!) weeks a month. For those of you keeping score at home, I was basically home alone with our kids 50% of the time. It doesn’t work for everyone, but it seemed to work for us.

Little did I know that my life was about to change. Dramatically. Benj decided to take a year leave of absence from his job (commonly referred to as The Year of Benj™ around here) and be home. All the time. I will admit that I was nervous about this transition. Could we all survive being together all day, every day? I’m pleased to report that we’ve made it nearly 3 months and we’re all still alive. Benj is happier, the kids are glad that Dad is around more, and I finally feel like I have a parenting partner and present husband.

And you think that would be enough for Benj. But no. He had to go and rope me into this little dream of his. Sure he calls me the CEO and President. But that’s just for my ego. Let’s get real. He’s calling the shots around here and it ain’t easy for me. You try going from having a half-time husband to one who’s your boss! Let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than waking up to your husband boss whispering sweet nothings like, “Hey, how are those bylaws coming along?”

Thankfully, he’s not as bossy as I am.

Slide over here and help proofread this IRS form