Happy New Year, Indeed.

His:
As quiet as one would think the summer could be, ours was actually insane, especially in August as my personal life was all about camp logistics and my professional life was all about interviewing and searching for work. Deb has also been working round the clock and commuting 2.5 hours each day (though still making it home for dinner with the kids.) I could blame our lack of recent blog posts on the fact that my computer died and I was off the grid for a week. But really, it’s simply that there are only 24 hours in a day.

However, in the interim of clipping relevant articles to expound upon, and juggling summer camps, day trips and start-of-school mania, I’ve accepted a new job in sales and marketing for a leading automotive data and marketing solutions company. I am thrilled to be a part of a high-performance team. When we told our kids the great news, our oldest belted out excitedly, “See! Obama IS making more jobs!” (And then he wanted to know if I’d get a free Ferrari.)

Unfortunately, we do not see the race slowing down any time soon. In fact, it will be getting exponentially busier. For the first time, we will become a “traditional” two-parent-working-outside-the-home family, necessitating the need for a part-time sitter (found someone great – thanks to everyone who gave us names!)  As such, we’ve decided to take a hiatus on the blog in order to streamline our lives a bit … and preserve our marriage.

That’s not to say we’re walking away from And For Poorer entirely. Keep your eyes peeled for the occasional post every now and whenever. In the meantime, thank you for joining us on the ride (217 posts!) and your wonderful support. Until next time!

Blessing: The opportunity to share our story, to touch so many people and hopefully, bring a little levity in a difficult economy.

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A Must Read That Neither of Us Wrote

Author of THE ATLANTIC article, Marie Myung-Ok Lee, and her son

Hers:
As our readers know, we end every blog by counting our blessings. Came across this article in The Atlantic by Marie Myung-Ok Lee. It’s so beautifully written and echoes in her own powerful way what we’ve tried to communicate about keeping perspective.

Enjoy.

Blessing – discovering that it only takes 20 minutes to walk from Canal Street (where my wonderful neighbor drops me off on her drive into the city) down to my office near Wall Street. Better than saving the subway fare is discovering a new exercise regimen and sanity booster.

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What I Learned at BlogHer ’12

Hers:
Being in the business of reaching kids and moms, I went to the BlogHer conference last Friday (conveniently held in NYC). With over 4000 (mostly women) bloggers in attendance, I was in good company. Here’s what I learned:

  • There are blogs about everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Cooking with green chilis, Latina crafts, infertility, Caribbean-American homeschoolers, organic eating, organic cooking, balancing careers and motherhood, pop culture, single-mother advice, parenting children of color, DIY on the cheap … If you are looking for information, opinions, giggles or snark on any subject under the sun (or beyond), it’s out there.
  • There are a lot of companies spending a LOT of money trying to reach these women. I schlepped an enormous tote filled with all sorts of swag – cookies, granola bars, press on nails, a 22-oz bottle of Lysol spray cleanser, two compact mirrors, post-it notes, more post-it notes, banana-shaped flash drives, giant pens, and vaginal lubricant (I didn’t choose the lubricant. It came hidden in a lovely woven beach tote along with body-cooling towelettes and roll on cooling gel.) For reasons previously discussed on this blog, I declined the free vibrator, and instead grabbed two battery-operated toothbrushes.
  • Comfortable shoes are critical – unless you are Martha Stewart (see below).
  • Knowing how to smile, say “hello” and stick out your hand to a total stranger is as important a life skill as knowing how to read or swim.
  • So is perfecting your elevator pitch.
  • 71-year-old women can ROCK IT in carrot-orange skinny jeans and 8-inch wedge matching sandals! Say what you will about Martha Stewart, but she was an inspirational keynote speaker. When asked, “Is there anything you’re not good at?” She replied, “I’m terrible at the things I haven’t tried.”

Blessing – a great evening with an old friend (old as in ‘from many years ago’, not as in ‘we’re old’) enjoying a live comedy show about menopause (hence the beach bag of goodies). In fact, we were the youngest in attendance.

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Yahoo: Another Look at Work and Parenting

 

Hers:
Okay, so I’m a little obsessed with high-powered women in the corporate world who are balancing (or not) their professions and parenthood. Maybe I’m looking for answers, inspiration … validation?

In any case, the latest news about working mothers is this: Yahoo hired a new CEO, Marissa Mayer, and she is pregnant with her first child due in October. Mayer is quoted as saying, “They showed their evolved thinking” when they hired a pregnant woman without blinking. And she’s absolutely right. Yay, Yahoo!

Of course, there is much speculation and talk about her pregnancy, and wonder at how she will balance it. And frankly, that’s not fair. After all, no man would face the same scrutiny if he were at the helm of a company and his wife was due with their first child. But when Mayer followed her above statement with the proclamation that her maternity leave will be “a few weeks long” and she will “work throughout it,” I gasped.

And then did a quick gut-check. Why this reaction? I’m not usually one to judge the way someone else parents her child; it’s a horrible thing to do. So, why was I so bothered by her statement?

I thought about it as I rode into the city with my neighbor and her toddler early this morning, commiserating as we often do on the long commute, about how hard it can be at times to balance work and motherhood. And then it hit me. I’m not bothered by the fact that some woman I don’t know who is gestating a child I have no vested interest in plans on taking a very short maternity leave. Rather, I am bothered by the fact that someone who is not yet a parent has the audacity to speak on such a profound and public platform as if she knows what it will be like.

I say this with all due respect: Marissa, you have no idea.

I do not doubt for a minute her commitment or her conviction. And I recognize that she has the resources many don’t that could allow her to achieve her objectives. But when she makes statements like that, she perpetuates this myth that balance is easy, and that committed professionals will and can and should tip the scales to the side of the corporation.

Anyone who has children, and is remotely involved in raising them, can see this statement for what it is. An anomaly. Not right, not wrong. Just – not typical. But what of the bosses and heads of companies who aren’t parents? What perspective and expectations does someone have who, like Ms. Mayer, has no first-hand experience from which to judge – either the complexities of life, or the motivations of his or her employees?

My absolute favorite bit of parenting advice is this: everyone’s the best parent they know … until they have their own children. Meaning, don’t judge. Don’t talk about what you’d do if that was your kid when you’ve never been in the position of raising one. And don’t make proclamations of what you’ll do or how you’ll make it work until you’re there, slogging it out and speaking from the reality of it all. Because there’s theory, and there’s reality. In theory, my kids would never talk back, or be bullied, or get strep, or take 20 minutes to put on their shoes. But I don’t live in theory. (I’ve heard it’s a nice place, though. I’d like to visit.)

Twelve years and one month ago, I sat around a conference table and made the same statement as Ms. Mayer. My due date was imminent and my clients were asking who would oversee their business in my absence. “Oh, don’t worry,” I smiled at them. “I’ll just be gone two weeks.” The difference was, I was joking. And after their initial “zoinks!” at my supposed total disregard of Life and Reality, we all laughed. In truth, I was trying to diffuse their legitimate worry that as of my 8th month, my company had not thought about who might cover for me. Perhaps my bosses were living in theory, too.

So, I gasp. Not because Ms. Mayer will be a bad mother if she has the means to employ a team to attend to her and her infant’s needs round the clock. (Sleeping through the night 2 weeks after delivery? What a dream!) She’ll have someone else to do the laundry. A pediatrician on call for the inevitable barrage of neurotic questions. Perhaps she’ll hire a live-in therapist who can talk her down from the ledge when, after growing and expelling a human, that roller coaster of hormones rages through her body. God bless her. We all should be so lucky.

I gasp because her statement is disingenuous, albeit unknowingly, and sets the rest of us, those of us who parent without the same resources or desires, up for failure in the corporate world.  Because what head of a company wouldn’t look at her and say, “That mother isn’t asking for time off, and her job is even more demanding! Why should I have to provide flexibility and understanding just because my employee has kids?”

Blessing – The National Park Service. And hiking through the treasures that they safeguard.

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On Having it All

Hers:
The world has grown weary, it appears, of asking women if they’re mom enough. Now, the question is “Can we have it all?”

Women in positions of great power are weighing in with a variety of responses. Sheryl Sandberg (who I’ve referenced in previous posts) says yes, with the right partner and enough drive. Coming at it from a different perspective is Anne-Marie Slaughter who elaborated on this topic at great length in The Atlantic. After years of serving as a role model to young women starting out in their careers, and exemplifying the epitome of juggling, she now says nope. Not possible.

I say, define “all.”

I have a career. I have kids. And I have a helluva time holding it together. But who said it was supposed to be easy? If I wasn’t working, and instead was home full time raising three boys, I’d still feel like there wasn’t enough of me to go around. (I can say this with absolute certainty.) Yes, I left a cushy job with a great salary and benefits package when our oldest was born. But had I remained childless and stayed at the job, would I have found my way to the corner office? Probably not.

Not every kid is going to be the valedictorian, and not every woman or man is going to be the president of a company. Dave enjoys playing hockey, but I’m pretty sure it’s not fatherhood that kept him from a career as a professional hockey player. So we can engage in dialogues about what we’re not achieving when our devotions are split between the workplace and the home. But for most normal working parents, what I think gets sacrificed more often than not is disposable income, and hours on the weekend to watch an entire season of Downtown Abbey. Less so, the title of CEO.

This is not to say that our country is not sorely lagging in terms of family-friendly work policies, and that we shouldn’t, as a society, find better ways to support the people – men and women – who have both jobs and family commitments. It’s just that I don’t believe there is a magic wand, or law, that will make the stress go away. I can’t pine for some fairy tale version of adulthood or point fingers at anyone or anything for my frazzled state. Life is frenetic. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t have novels. Or day spas, or therapists.

But this crazy life we’re living is a pretty good one. We have water, clean water, running out of our taps, and arable land. We have religious freedom. And we have the time and energy and mindfulness to be having these conversations in the first place.

Blessing – making the 5:18 train this evening and thus avoiding getting stuck in the bowels of Penn Station.

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Am I Dad Enough?

His:
The Wall Street Journal asked: Are Dads the New Moms?

Yes I am. Deb and I had a massive reversal of roles a few months ago (and from the lag between blog posts, you can see that we’re still trying to find a way to hold it all together.) The article states that “the age of dads as full partners in parenting has arrived” and that “men are now experiencing what women found when they first entered the workforce – the pressure to do it all and have it all.” It’s worth a read.

Just as Deb struggled to balance caring for the kids and house with freelance work, while I worked full time out of the home, now I’m the one who’s at home, balancing networking, interviews, looking for work, and exploring various consulting opportunities with the day-to-day rhythms of our home life – rhythms that I never really understood before. It has been enlightening, to say the least, and I’ve only been able to fully understand it by doing the majority of the workload.

But there are some key differences. I am cooking, cleaning (“cleaning” being loosely defined by Deb), carpooling, laundering, making doctor appointments, helping with homework, registering for camps, etc. But I’m still not doing my fair share. Because when Deb was working from home, she did all of that and more while freelancing steadily. I took out the garbage and cleaned the litter box. Now Deb is working full time in the city and our home/kids workload is probably shared 50/50. That’s not to say that I, being home, should have to do it all. Rather, I should have taken on more when I was working outside the home.

The other key difference is that Deb is home by 6 or 6:30, something I rarely was able to do – or perhaps, something I didn’t quite understand was so critical. Now I get it. And I forgive her for all those calls at 5:45 asking, “When are you coming home?”

The article states that “fathers are no longer seen as just providers or occasional babysitters, but as actively engaged in their children’s emotional and daily lives, down to their routine care.” I can tell you that I’m no longer marking my calendar with “babysitting” when Deb has to go somewhere in the evening or on the weekend.

According to Scott Coltrane, professor of sociology and dean of the College of Arts and Sciences at the University of Oregon, he “speculates that American culture may be on its way to phasing out the gendered roles of ‘husband and wife’ and ‘father and mother’ and replacing them with the functional roles of ‘spouse and parent.’”

I guess that’s progress. Though I was just beginning to feel comfortable with the “stay-at-home dad” label.

Blessing – my mother-in-law is on the road to recovery after back surgery and planning a visit at the end of the summer

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The (Canned) Fruits of Their Labor

 

Ours:
You may remember our recent post describing our sons’ initiative to feed the hungry? Well, we are pleased to say that our wonderful neighbors came through in a big way. The boys walked up and down the street collecting donations for the Human Needs Food Pantry, and many folks had dropped off bags earlier in the day or week. We even got a donation from a former neighbor who read our blog!

Over 20 bags of pasta and peanut butter, coffee and cough syrup, fruits, veggies, cereal and tuna fish now fill our living room – waiting to be delivered – and the boys are proud. We are too.

Thank you to everyone who donated!

Blessing – Kids discovering that helping others is a pleasure not a chore, an opportunity more than an obligation.

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When Hunger is Not a Game

 

Hers:
Spring break is drawing to a close, and while we didn’t get away, the boys did get into the city on several occasions. David brought all three kids into Manhattan for a day of adventure (and lunch with Mommy at Battery Park), and the two older boys each spent a day with me at the office. Excellent helpers.

Commuting home through Penn Station, they saw (as I do everyday) several homeless people begging for money or food, and it made quite an impression on our 8-year-old. So much so, that when he came with me to work on Friday, he kept saying how sad he was for the hungry man and took it upon himself to go around the office and collect food from my co-workers to deliver on the commute home.

My middle guy did rather well – a hardboiled egg, a Clementine, a banana, a granola bar, some cashews, a bit of chocolate and a bottle of iced tea. “Will we see the hungry man?” he asked as we headed uptown towards Penn Station at the end of the day. I assured him we would.

I thought about the many hungry people I see each afternoon – the man my son had seen earlier in the week; the woman who holds a sign but looks to the ground, perhaps ashamed to make eye contact with those she beseeches; the woman clutching a baby to her chest, her other arm wrapped around a little boy no older than five. That one in particular kills me and I’ve given money or food, always wishing I’d remember to carry granola bars in my purse. Or a stuffed animal.

As we walked along the underground corridor that afternoon, my son carrying a brown bag filled with food, I scanned the edges. People rushing every which way to make a train, but no one standing idle with no home to go to. Where were they? And was there something twisted about my wishing there were more homeless people so that my son could fulfill his mission? In the distance, I spotted a man sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was scratching his leg with a broken pencil. “Are you hungry?” I asked him as we approached.

“What do you have?” he grumbled.

“Food,” I said, and my son held out the bag. He took it and we walked away, towards our train home. I praised my son over and over, telling him that he did a wonderful thing, a mitzvah, and he should be proud. But he wasn’t. He was sad.

“What will he eat tomorrow? And the next day?”

My 8-year-old cried himself to sleep last night thinking about the hungry man, and all the hungry people who have no food or toys or electronic devices. Nothing but a broken pencil to play with. And as I tried to comfort him, I suggested that he and his brothers go around to our neighbors and collect non-perishables to bring to the Human Needs Food Pantry here in Montclair.

“I’m going to go around our street, and then the next street, and then the whole town, and the whole world,” he said sniffling.

And so today, we did. All three boys passed out flyers letting the neighbors know that they will be collecting food next Saturday afternoon. (If anyone here in town would like to add to the collection, feel free to drop off donations on our porch between now and the 28th. Thanks!)

I hope my son never outgrows that dream, or his sadness.

Blessing – We may have gone without a vacation, or new furniture. But we never went without food.

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Taking a Cue From the COO of Facebook

 

Hers:
I’m penning this post from the 4:52 train out of Penn Station. Yes, I left work early. And it’s okay.

Sheryl Sandberg, COO of Facebook, recently went public with the fact that she leaves the office at 5:30, and has ever since she had kids. Back when I was at Ogilvy, 5:30 pm was mid-afternoon – one of the reasons I left a cushy full time job at a big agency when our oldest was born. Yes, Dave and I took a hit financially, but I didn’t know how I could balance motherhood with the kind of hours I had been used to.

Now that I’m back to working in an office, I am really fortunate to be at a company that respects that balance. I’m not usually on a train this early, but I do try to leave each day by 4:45 so that I can make the train that would get me home by 6. I get work done on my commute (and as soon as I’m done writing this post, I will be dealing with work emails.) But I truly believe that the additional 30 or 60 minutes I will have with my children tonight will have a more profound impact than the extra 30 or 60 minutes I might have spent at my desk.

Of course, technology makes this all possible. I am connected at all hours, and have spent many a late night in front of the computer in my home office editing material before sending it to a designer. But leaving the office just before 5 allows me to eat with my kids, and talk to them about their day; help them with homework, and wash their hair.

The night we broke the news to our kids that I had gotten full time work and would be going to the city every day, their first question was, “Does this mean we won’t see you before bed?” I promised them that I would be home.

I started this job wanting not only to prove myself to my new coworkers, but prove to my family that I would be around. I had gotten advice from others to show my commitment to the job by staying late the first few months. Instead, I showed commitment to my family by coming home. And in doing so, I established an expectation – for myself, my company, and my children.

No one is doubting my commitment. Late night emails and weekend strategizing definitely occur. And knowing that I need to leave the office by a certain hour makes me more productive while I’m there.

I may work in the city that never sleeps, but my two younger kids are in bed by 8pm. My first priority is my family. And like Sheryl Sandberg, I’m not ever going to hide that fact.

Blessing – coworkers who will have more respect for me, not less, after reading this

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Oy Vey

Ours:

Let us recount the ten plagues of branding gone horribly wrong.

  • Timing – this came to David’s inbox on Thursday. First seder began at sundown on Friday. Who would decide last minute to travel for Pesach? People make their plans for seders much farther in advance, if for nothing else, it takes at least a day to slow cook a brisket.

  • Messaging – the name “Passover” is technically not a direct translation of Pesach (which means “spring”) but rather, refers to the Angel of Death who passed over the houses of the Jewish slaves in Egypt when the tenth and most awful plague descended upon the Egyptians. Who wants to think about an Angel of Death as they board an airplane? (Then again, it could be a direct tie in to the name of their airline – Spirit.)

  • Groveling – Faithful Fares? Really? Amazing that something could be offensive and not make any sense at the same time. Bountiful Savings? An Easter basket overflowing with chocolate is bountiful. A stomach full of matzah (aka – edible cardboard) – not so much.

  • Improper TranslationMazel Tov is shouted at the end of a wedding. It is offered as congratulations to new parents, or to young teens at their Bar or Bat Mitzvah. It is not a phrase spoken at the Passover seder. (“Mazel Tov, Moses! You did such a lovely job leading the Jewish people out of bondage!”)

  • Imagery – The purpose of photography or illustration in an advertisement is to entice viewers, pique their interest, whet their appetite. Matzah type face? See third point above. While they were at it, they could have shown an airplane made of a bloody shankbone and jelly-coated gefilte fish – two other mainstays of the Passover feast. Yum.

Clearly they are in need of some serious help. Because we feel so bad for their pathetic attempts at marketing, we offer this headline as an alternative (to run at the end of the holiday):

Next year in Jerusalem! (Okay, so we don’t fly there. How about Miami Beach?)

Blessing – spending the first night of Passover with wonderful friends

 

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