Pluviophile Mama

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Book Club – The Other Einstein — August 17, 2017

Book Club – The Other Einstein


I have written and rewritten this review at least 4 times. Why? Because no matter how much fluff and justification I try to come up with I keep circling back and deleting and trying to find nice politically correct ways to say Albert Einstein was a dick.

This was a great story of his first wife. She was a rock star to put up with his crap for that long. I had to continuously remind myself that it was a different time back then and with her not actually passing her exit exams it changed the course of her life. I also feel like she didn’t pass because of morning sickness and that it’s all Alberts fault. I’m kidding. Kind of.

The fact that she was one of the first women to be accepted to University makes her noteworthy in itself. But add to it the fact that she was majoring in physics and could have had an amazing career is just great.

I’m not sure if this was authors fiction or not but on a personal level I loved the way she was searching for God in physics. Even through the death of her daughter she searched to find God’s plan and purpose in physics. At least in the story causing her to come up with the theory of relativity. I’m not sure if that part is true but I like to have faith she was searching for God and found him.

After reading this book and the letters Albert that are published on Princeton University’s website I say there is no way that she didn’t at the very LEAST contribute to the theory of relativity. They were married and lived together and HE even stated in his letter that they worked together. This combined with the fact that once they split up she continued to get his prize money from the Nobel Prize from that theory just tells me she helped if not more.

In the book I found it maddening that time after time Albert would do some A hole move and she would struggle internally before forgiving him. This was probably the authors design but holy moly it was infuriating. It also makes sense during that time period that with two sons to think about she would feel trapped like their future relied on Albert and didn’t want stain their reputation with a divorce.

I want to understand that but being a mother in 2017 I just have a hard time wrapping my head around it.

So lets say for a second you take out the “fiction” in this historical fiction. Albert was still an ass! He still left her name off any published work, had an affair with his cousin, and sent his wife a ridiculous list of demands forcing her to leave him or live as a slave for the rest of her life. In the book at least she left him and I cling to that ending in hopes that that’s what actually happened.

No matter how much of this historical fiction is actually fiction, I believe it. I’ve read the articles I’ve looked at dates and came to the same conclusion that the author did. Obviously I didn’t research as much as her but was fascinated from the start.

I never even knew Albert had a wife! Possibly because I have seen pictures of him and thought it was a stretch to think that hair would be considered “charming”. But mostly because NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT HER!!!! I’m 32 and this is the first I’ve heard of it.

I’m extremely grateful for this book and hope that others read it and it sheds some light on the “great” Albert Einstein.

I also encourage people to look further into the amazing life accomplishments of this woman.

Here are a few links I found

Jame McNab shares an excellent point of view and says it better than I ever could. Click here to read  He’s also responsible for the cover picture. High five James.

Here’s an article from Scientific American that offers more facts as well.

Here is the most fascinating link Princeton University Letters to Mileva

 

 

 

 

Cold Showers — August 13, 2017

Cold Showers

I don’t have much social media. I don’t do Facebook, I don’t have Snapchat, I don’t tweet. I have Instagram and that’s it. I like pictures.

I used to have Snapchat and I think that’s where I read an article about a 30 day cold shower challenge. My first thought was “what an idiot” which is exactly why I had to read the whole article. She mentioned that at first it was death then she would get used to it and her body would adjust. My second thought was “liar”. but none the less I kept reading and it kept my interest.

I have always taken offensively hot showers. Like I want my bum to be bright red when I get out of the shower. So the thought of taking a cold shower made me shudder.

Then I read that it would clear up body acne, make my hair shiny, and help speed up my metabolism. Okay.. Keep talking…I’m considering it now.

I came to work super excited about this new information and a coworker said she’d be interested in trying it out as well. Okay now I have a buddy to try this with. Moral support not actually taking cold showers together. Just to be clear.

So we started the 30 days of cold showers! Thank goodness it was the start of June and already warm out.

I started with just cooler water than I was used too. I tried going straight cold and was instantly mad at the world. I decided to ease into it. I don’t wash my hair every day because I don’t have to (thank you Jesus!) so when I wouldn’t wash my hair I would go as cold as I could.

It took a while but after about a week or two I started to really enjoy the coolness of the shower and was slowing inching the water colder and colder. Finally I didn’t

No joke I really did notice a difference. My skin was clearing up and my hair did look super shiny. Probably because the bathroom wasn’t so steamy and when I would blow dry it wasn’t creepy muggy in my bathroom. I didn’t notice a difference in my metabolism but that’s a whole other issue I don’t expect cold water to fix.

The biggest surprise to me is how crazy clean I felt afterward. Seriously deep clean. Probably has something to do with the fact that the bathroom isn’t steamy and humid once you get out. Either way its amazing to be clean and feel super clean.

BONUS of the cold shower? I got ready super fast! No steamed up mirror to work around. It was like a nice pleasant surprise every time I got out and could start getting ready right away.

I continue to take cold showers now and its super refreshing every time I hop in and I find that my body has started to warm up and it doesn’t feel that cold anymore. I really don’t think this is all in my head either because my coworker has also fallen in love with and has continued with it for the last 2 months.

So while its shocking and sounds ridiculous give it 30 days. I take it back… give it 2 weeks. Usually by then you’ll know if its something you could handle or not.

I’m not sure how I’ll do when winter hits but I’m excited to have one more thing that makes summer less like a few months in Hades.

 

Flying Apples — August 12, 2017

Flying Apples

 

I get these ideas in my head and once they are there it has to happen. My latest thing was going to up to the lake in the evening and staying for the movie under the stars at Pinecrest Lake. If you haven’t ever done it you should, its amazing.

My husband rocks and I know if I pushed hard enough he would go and make the best of it but he doesn’t love crowds. So when I found out he was going to be gone for the weekend I figured it was the perfect chance to do something I wanted to do that he wouldn’t have enjoyed anyway.

Friday’s my dad watches Rylan and I had the day off so the stars aligned and it was the perfect plan. During her nap I’d get blankets and towels and snacks all packed up and ready so when she woke up we could head to the lake an relax before the movie. Also to save seats because normally its packed.

She woke up, we picked up my parents and headed up the hill. As we were driving, a junky car full of teenage boys was coming towards us and arm stuck out of the back seat window. I don’t know if it was an apple or what but a red ball looking thing came flying at our car and hit my headlight.

I didn’t know it was my headlight at first only that it sounded like we hit a freaking deer and it scared the bejeezus out of all of us. My mom said it was an orange but really her vision isn’t great so her testimony wouldn’t hold up in court. But she was right it was about that size so we assumed apple. Mainly because a tomato would not have made the explosion sound that whatever it was did.

I was fuming! Honestly who throws things at cars like that. I was deliberate too so save the soft voice “oh it was an accident”. No it wasn’t. If it was your kid who did it, your kid is a dick.

It could have hit my windshield. It could have made me crash. It could have hurt my child by crashing our came through the window itself.

I have no control over other peoples kids and I know that “boys will be boys”. But can we try to raise our boys not be little assholes.

I can do nothing except try to raise my daughter to be respectful of other people. I am going to try my hardest to teach her that we do not intentionally cause harm to other people. It’s not okay to deliberately cause damage to other people’s property.

I hope that I raise her to be compassionate and kind and to make good choices. I pray about it every night. Literally in those words! “Dear Lord Jesus, I pray that you give me the tools and patience to raise my daughter to be compassionate, kinda, and to make good life choices.”

This had created a new prayer for me. I pray that Rylan grows up resilient to the cruelty in the world. That when things like this (or much worse because that’s inevitable) happen that she doesn’t let it get her down. That she doesn’t become jaded. I pray that she finds the lesson in all the crap. The silver lining is always there.

For instance this apple throwing dickhead reminded me of the lessons I need to be teaching my daughter. Silver lining.

Luckily I have good insurance and drive a sturdy Yukon that could take a punch. But what if I didn’t? What if I was a single mom who could barely afford liability and just wanted to take my kid to the lake for the evening. That could have ruined the trip!

It didn’t ruin the trip. We had a magical time and it was everything I had pictured in my head. We relaxed, we had snacks, the water was amazing, the movie was cute, and Rylan lasted the whole movie against all odds.

I don’t know who the kid was who shattered my headlight but I know that Karma is a bigger bitch than I am. Not to mention its her only job. I’m pretty exhausted being a mom. Who works. With dogs…. yeah she’s got this.

New Book Club Book — August 11, 2017

New Book Club Book

Previously I posted the two books I was reading and suggested that you read either one. Well after reading The Nightingale I INSIST you read that one! Then when you’re done read The Other Einstein by Marie Benedict. 

I’m half way through and am really enjoying it. It’s been a long time since I had back to back good reads like this and thank The Girls Next Door Podcast for this one. 

I look forward to writing about it after and hearing your views. If you read The Nightingale I’d love to hear your thoughts! I’m still recovering from it to be honest. 

Sweaters in 110 Degrees — August 9, 2017

Sweaters in 110 Degrees

I hadn’t planned on writing anything today but the most amazing thing happened to me!

I went into Ross and guess what was there?!?! SWEATERS!!!!!

Oh yes that makes me incredibly happy. Like celebrate with champagne and dancing happy.

I love sweaters. Cold weather clothing is by far my favorite style. Even when I was skinny it was my favorite. Which is saying a lot because most skinny people like to live in bikinis. Not me. Even way back then I used to love covering up.

Of course it has to be cute cover up clothing. I don’t love baggy sweatshirts. Oh wait, yes I do! Again they have to be cute. But if I had to pick a uniform it would be sweatshirt and shorts.

Which brings me to my favorite weather. As a Pluviophile I love the rain but I also find joy and peace when its overcast and right around mid 60’s. Like cold enough to put a sweatshirt on but still rock some cute shorts.

Not the ass cheeks hanging out shorts that are going around now. I don’t care how hot you are or how amazing your ass is, I don’t need to see it in the grocery store. I give you a high five for working hard to get that has but I’m pretty sure Citizens, True Religion, or even Ivanka Trump has worked extremely hard to make ass covering shorts that will look cute without making me cringe.

Sorry that was an inevitable tangent.

Shorts and a sweater weather is the dream weather, and wardrobe. So while this trip to Ross made me feel incredibly happy for about 20 minutes it also was depressing.

It’s August. It’s the start of August and hotter than hades in this tiny little town we call home. It will be like this for a while and while I’m enjoying this summer way more than any other I still am not the biggest fan.

So continuing the quest to enjoy the make-up melting temperatures with more lake trips, a romantic golf trip up to Sequoia Woods with my hubby, pool parties, and sugar-free popsicle I’ll also be getting excited that even though it’s not here yet those sweaters are starting to hit the stores and that means it’s coming. Not as fast as I’d like…. but its coming.

Book club!!! — July 22, 2017

Book club!!!

Okay I’m doing it! Well kind of. I’ve always wanted to have an amazing book club until I realize I have to get people to read the same books and then get together at a time when we’ve all read this same book and can actually meet up. A lot of work and super hard to do. Although it’s a great excuse to get my best friends together we normally start with “okay did you like the book?” “yeah it was pretty good” ” I thought so too. Wanna go to Pinecrest Tuesday?” End of book club.

Having this outlet and pre-podcast I figure I can do a form of book club right here!!!!

So I’m giving out 2 book suggestions that I’m reading right now. Yes I’m reading two books at once. Not because I’m an over achiever but because I have one paperback book I can’t put down, and one on my kindle so I can read at night while the tiny one falls asleep at the same time as my arm.

So Book choice 1: The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah Click here to order

This book was given to me by Pats Aunt and I’m so happy she did. I haven’t been able to put it down.

Book Choice 2: The Other Einstein by Marie Benedict Click here to order

This one is the book club book for my favorite podcast. So I’m kind of hijacking their book club. But not really because you should listen to them they are funny and sweet and I feel like we’d be friend if I lived in Phoenix. I give them the Brittany Stamp Of Approval. (high-five How I Met Your Mother Fans!!!!)

So They will be airing their podcast book club for The Other Einstein August 16th available on iTunes.  I’m super excited about this book and can’t wait to listen to that episode! Also if anyone’s interested in meeting up for book club about this one or The Nightingale let me know!

 

The Angry Receptionist —

The Angry Receptionist

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I used to be a people person. People have ruined that for me.

In all honestly  I do consider myself a very kind person, or at least I try to be. That being said, I have worked with people for the last 10 years. Yup. 10 years of being a human punching bag. The dumping ground for other people’s blame. The scapegoat to their lack of planning. On the receiving end of venting sessions that have nothing to do with me. The highly underpaid therapist. The shoulder to cry on. I swear I’m not bitter.

I work in the medical field and completely understand that anything to do with doctors and illness is scary. I’m not unsympathetic to that fact. However, it does not give someone the excuse to be a total dick. ESPECIALLY when you are needing something from the receptionist. Listen very carefully….. you will get much further if you are nice. What’s the saying? You get more bee’s with honey than vinegar? Its true.

Another little tip for you. Your lack of planning does not make it an emergency. Let that sink in for a second. Yes, it sucks you forgot and you need it tomorrow but your apt isn’t till the end of the year. Guess what? There’s nothing I can do. I can not reschedule other people who have been waiting 6 months because you forgot. Flip that around and imagine you’ve been waiting 6 months and I had to reschedule you out another few months. Imagine its due to someone not keeping track of things and it could have been prevented had they thought ahead. You’d be mad right? So please don’t get mad at the receptionist for not being a magician.

Another thing the receptionist can’t do… make a doctor magically appear to work on a day that isn’t their day. They are people too (shocking I know). They get vacation time and sick time just like the rest of us. You think you’re mad they had to reschedule because their sick? Imagine the receptionist who had to call 27 people just as mad and rude as you were. We don’t like it. It’s not fun to have to reschedule sick people. Especially when we have nowhere to put them.

Guess what else is NOT in our control? How many patients we can fit in the schedule. We only have so many spots open for people because the doctors can only see so many people in a day. They can’t be in two places at once. While you may view it as a “quick check”, on our end to make sure everything is done right, we have to do everything for a normal check. Which means it’s not quick. Again you would be mad if your apt was late due to someone getting added in last-minute when you’ve been waiting for your apt.

Something we’ve learned working as a receptionist: Common sense is not very common. Its true common sense goes out the window when you are scared. But here are things that are never-changing and should be remembered. If it’s an emergency there is a room for that. Your doctor’s office is not equipped for emergencies. Yes yes yes I know you’ve had a bad experience at the hospital and would rather die than go back there. Well that is your other option. If it comes down to it and its a real emergency you’d go to the emergency room. If it’s not a real emergency it can wait until we have an apt to see the doctor. Lucky for some there are areas where they have “urgent” cares. Not quite an emergency but needs to be treated that day. Go there. They can help you. They are also medical professionals!

We know you are scared. We know you have questions, that you want answers to whatever is ailing you. We hear it every day and you know what else we hear every day? The answers to the same questions over and over again. Kind of like in school when you are learning something so you go over the same information over and over again. So forgive me for being a little annoyed when the conversation goes like this:

Patient: is there a nurse or doctor I can talk to?

Receptionist: They are currently with a patient at the moment is there something I can help you with?

P: you probably wouldn’t know you’re just the receptionist. Can you take a message?

R: of course. While we are on the phone why don’t we make a follow up? Yes I can get you scheduled for 2020.

Never ever have this conversation with us. Its truly offensive. Unless you are a doctor or Nobel Peace prize winner you are also just something. After this conversation you are just a pain the ass. Yes we are a receptionist but that is an extremely hard and trying job. We are exhausted at the end of a the day and while we are here with the patients best interest at heart its super hard to want the best for an ass hole.

The link below was the inspiration for getting things off my chest. He’s way more brutally honest than I could be for fear of losing my job.

My Idol The Angry Pharmacist

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French Parenting — June 30, 2017

French Parenting

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It was 2014 and we had been married less than 6 months. I taught RPM (spin) Friday nights at 5:30 and my biggest fear (I’m sure every female instructors fear!) was to start my period on the bike in the middle of teaching! Have I mentioned I over share? Anyway, around the time I was supposed to start I’d always prepare. Well this Friday I didn’t. Didn’t even think about it till I got home and thought holy moly that was lucky…wait I feel like I was supposed to start. We had plans to go out with our friend Tyler for drinks and he was at our house waiting for us to get ready to go. I thought “no big deal take a test before we go that way you can drink in peace”.

I took a pregnancy test. Two lines. I called to Pat to come to the bathroom (super weird request when you’re still trying to keep the romance alive). With a shaky voice I ask him how many lines he see’s. “Two. wait what does that mean?” Me: “umm I’m pregnant” We stand there while time stops waiting for a reaction out of us until finally Pat looks at me, “we’re…happy..right?” Me: “yes… right? aren’t we?” Pat: “yes”. After making the decision we were excited and happy about this we also agreed not to tell anyone until we were really sure! Poor Tyler sitting in our living room having no clue whats going on but strangely apart of our story.

Right away we started worrying. We got books, people bought us books, there were real books and kindle books until my eyes crossed.  So much information I felt like I was drowning in reading material. Which sounded like the dream until it was happening and the information was slowly but surely choking the life out me. All of these American books were great.  However, there was just so much information and all of it contradicted itself. “Attachment parenting: constantly being attached to your child and sleep with them in your bed and wear them during the day.” Then there would be a book that suggested exactly the opposite. “baby should never be in your bed. Or even allowed in your room, let them cry it out”. Well which is it?

Reminds me of the show Last Man Standing when they are talking about parenting and the mom says “No one gives you a book on how to raise a kid” and the son-in-law comes back with “there are literally thousands of book on that”. True.

Finally my sister-in-law suggested a book on French parenting. Open to any suggestion and on the verge of panicking I bought the book. Mind Blown! From the first chapter I was hooked! I couldn’t put it down and was so excited. Finally something that sounded like it fit our lifestyle. Fitting the baby into OUR life instead of turning our lives upside down to accommodate the baby. Having a frame-work of rules but then freedom within that frame for them to grow. Getting baby to sleep through the night at 4 weeks old. Sign me up!

It got to the point where I would say things and my husband would automatically come back with “we aren’t French”. But we are now sweet heart! At least we tried to be. I feel like we sleep trained the French way and it went really well. They do what they call “The Pause”. When they wake up and make noise you pause before going to get them. Give them a chance to go back to sleep on their own. Easier said than done. Especially when you are sleep deprived and wondering if its real crying or if that sound is permanently going on in your head.

Rylan is 2 years old and I learned the hard lesson of  nothing ever goes as planned. So while I started with great intentions that famous quote going around rings true as ever.

“We were the best parents in the world, till we became parents”.

I don’t know who said it but they are a genius.  We all think we have it figured out and know what’s going to work but the truth is we don’t. Not even close. Are we raising Rylan French? ummm depends on the day, who you ask, and how much sleep I’ve gotten in the last week. I have moments where I throw a tantrum and scream that we are going back to being French! Then I’m reminded that we are not French, we were never French and our daughter is perfectly fine. Damn that husband and his voice of reason.

That being said this parenting crap is hard and I wish each and every one of you good luck.  Its kinda like the Hunger Games out there. So to all the moms that find their way here. I’m with ya! May the odds be ever in your favor!

 

 

 

Its a scrape — June 29, 2017

Its a scrape

Text from Pat: “Wow! She skinned her knee a little and its mayhem, I want mommy, I want mommy!  hope you are on your way home soon”

I wasn’t. I had to teach another class and wouldn’t be home for an hour and a half. Thank goodness my phone was on airplane mode and I wouldn’t get that text till I was in fact, on my way home. I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything else.

When I got home they were waiting for me outside. She wasn’t crying but still had sparkling eyes from the massive amounts of tears that had occurred before I got there. It breaks my heart so much when she’s hurting, whether its her feelings or the scrape on her knee, I just want to make it better. That being said I had to laugh out loud when my husband handed her to me and she had made her little legs like statues not moving her legs from the bent knee position and legs open for me to put her on my hip. it was like she was petrified and she kept a VERY close eye on that knee the whole time. She did not laugh with me!

It was a scrape. Not even real blood just red from the fall on dirt. She did not walk on it all night and while I did milk it with her for a little bit (letting her sit in our room with her iPad until bed time) finally it went from adorable to either concerning or we need to tough love it. By some miracle we got her to sleep and I was thinking we were in the clear. She would wake up in the morning and not even know it’s there! She’d climb out of her “big girl bed” and slam the door like always before running down the hall to our room stuffed animals and blankets in tow.

Nope. Woke up calling for me telling me her knee hurt and I had to carry her. Only it comes out “knee hurt mama I want to hooold you” (super whinny). Which by the way goes back and forth between being adorable and incredibly annoying. Yes I called my kid annoying. Anyone who hasn’t said that before is a liar. Or heavily medicated (no judgment just a fact). I carried her out to the living room and she still wouldn’t put any weight on it. I told her she had to stand, not even walk, just stand up or we’d have to go to the doctor. She stood on her other leg and then sits down and says “Doctor George come here then”. No sweetie the doctor is not coming to our house.

I called the doctor and made an apt. Yes for a scrape. I wasn’t worried about the scrape but was pretty concerned that more than 12 hours later she still wouldn’t even consider putting weight on her leg without a total meltdown.  I didn’t want to be the mom that says “you’re fine, walk it off” and find out she has a shattered knee cap! We scheduled it for the afternoon so that we would give her some time to walk on it. Finally she did! Slowly and very dramatically she began to stand and put weight on her foot. It literally looked like when Bambi first started to walk. Wobbly and then falling for no apparent reason. But through this I learned a few things. 1) My child may have a career as an actress. 2) Do not panic and call the doctor for a scrape. 3) milking it doesn’t help anyone! 4) Last but not least do not laugh a toddler who thinks they are dying. They will not lighten up and laugh, it only makes it worse. Much, much worse.

The list could go on and on but the truth is I will probably milk it again for her next time it happens because she’s my baby and that’s what we do. My mom milked it for me and I turned out fine-ish. It was just an “ah-ha” moment that we are going into the next chapter of dramatic ouchies, don’t look at it flip outs, and I can do it myselfs. Every growing chapter has been my favorite and I’m sure this next one will be no different. Hard? Yes. Scary? Absolutely! Fun and adventurous? Looking forward to it.

Pluviophile — June 23, 2017
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