This whole not-having-two-incomes is a bit stressful. Financially, we're fine; we can still live comfortably. However, we seem to keep finding things that need to be fixed around the house, so it would be awesome if we had two incomes again.

(We'll be bleeding a bit even after I start, but I plan to work my ass off and put my business in the black as soon as I can.)

It has been tempting to shop because my house is suddenly (mostly) empty. A lot of space has opened up that we didn't have to consider before. I feel like we've just moved into a new house. I can't imagine how much money people have to spend after they purchase an enormous house. Ours is a modest size, and I don't know how to fill the space. My dad also built the addition in a strange way, so the master suite is in the back of the house over the kitchen. As much as I would love to move to that room, it is inconvenient (far from everything, including the children; too many stairs; poor WiFi; strange bathroom; too warm). For now it will remain empty; I won't even use it for storage.

We also have to consider childcare in the coming months. When I return to work, I will need someone to care for the children so I can work normal hours. We are currently considering an au pair. I prefer to have a Korean au pair to maintain some continuity with my children's bilingualism and culture (food, especially). I also like the idea of being a host family. I'm not sure that my husband is on board with the idea as it does cost quite a few pennies to hire an au pair. In the end, though, we will need someone. There are certainly financial benefits of an au pair (no "nanny tax") in additional to the cultural benefits, but I wonder about the adjustment period and how stressful (or not) it may be for the children. I've done the research and am convinced that an au pair is the best route, but I'll have to convince my husband.

In a couple days, I will finally be free...

Life's irony

The events of the last several weeks (in my life and the world) have made me realize something.

It is much easier to make someone believe a lie than it is to convince him of the truth.

A lie will persist regardless of any "reasonable doubt." The truth, on the other hand, requires absolute and undeniable proof to be deemed valid. With the immeasurable free time* I have had recently, I find that these conditions apply to almost any issue today. For example:

- the disproved link between autism and vaccinations
- the effect of greenhouse gases on climate change
- Donald Trump and everything he believes
- every misleading interpretation of the Bible regarding love, sex, and marriage
- my parents

Grace and gratitude

There are many "thankless" jobs in this world, and there are just as many people who assume those jobs because they enjoy the responsibilities they entail.

When I chose to be a teacher, I certainly didn't think, "Wow, I can't wait for all the awesome thank-you notes I'll receive!" I chose to be a teacher because I wanted to be a part of children's lives, to teach them how to be good citizens, to open their eyes to the world around them. I knew I would be overworked and underpaid, but being able to teach (and learn) was the only satisfaction I craved. Even in my years of teaching, I never once sought praise or commendation for anything I did. I didn't seek the limelight. I only wanted people to acknowledge that the work I did was important and necessary.

When I became a parent, I certainly didn't think, "Wow, I can't wait for my kids to shower me with thanks and praise when they're older!" I became a parent because I wanted to bring up two caring, responsible, and productive citizens who could take part in the world and leave their own marks somewhere. Being a parent entails sacrifices big and small, and I don't expect to be repaid for those sacrifices in any way other than to see my children happy and healthy. I expect them to take care of each other, to be kind to others, and to be grateful for all they receive (and to give back in kind). The money I invest in them is an investment in their futures, not in my own security.

Somewhere along the way, or perhaps this has always been the case, my parents forgot (or didn't care to consider) that parenting is about gracefully accepting that your children are human beings with separate lives. As in the animal kingdom, humans will leave the nest to forge their own lives apart from their parents. The time, money, and energy that parents put into raising their children are investments with no concrete or guaranteed returns. How you invest that time, money, and energy determines the kind and frequency of your returns. My parents have decided (and I knew this long ago) that they deserve my time, money, and energy as restitution.

Deserve.

Restitution.

They lack grace.

And they lack gratitude for the time, money, and energy I have repaid for no other reason than the extreme guilt they use to manipulate me. I am nothing more than an indentured servant who continues to fail to live up to expectations or meet demands.

When my children are ready to support themselves, I know it will be difficult for me to let them go, but I also recognize that letting go is a necessary and fundamental part of human existence. Up until that point I will have invested heavily to nurture, guide, and protect them, and if I have done those things well, with the appropriate amounts of love, then I can bank on their continued thoughtfulness as they and I age. Looking into the future, I will not require them to support me financially because I have taken the necessary steps to ensure my own stability and security. I will not require them to demure to my expectations, manipulate them with guilt, or love them unequally.

Even within the constructs of Korean social expectations, my parents are gems. They are unable to balance in their minds the fantasy of absolute filial piety and the reality of their own deeds. They make demands but no concessions. They have mastered the art of public farce and have convinced everyone outside these walls of their perfection and intelligence. They are determined to see me fail if only to derive satisfaction from watching me crawl back.

Though I am determined to be a better parent, I catch myself thinking, speaking, or acting in a way reminiscent of my own parents, and I chastise myself for being thoughtless. I may not be the domestic goddess as my mother envisions herself, but I take care of my children, I keep the house mostly tidy, I feed them well, and I ensure their safety and well-being. I am as good a mother as I can and need to be. I don't want my children to see me angry, or sad, or humiliated. I want them to see me happy, and satisfied, and excited.

And so, if this means my parents pack up and leave (as they have so gracefully threatened), then so be it. There will be an adjustment period--oh, whatever shall I do when I don't have to walk on eggshells? There will be some additional financial responsibilities (I suppose I would need a nanny to help me), but everything is manageable and within my means. For too long, I have allowed my parents to believe (and rightly so) that I am dependent on them, but it's about time they learned how dependent they have been on me for 30 years.

Biting my tongue. Swallowing my pride. Walking on eggshells. Bottling it all up.

I am going to explode, and it won't be pretty.

I have a few words to describe my lovely parents.

They are manipulative and duplicitous.

They are gossiping hens.

They are self-absorbed.

They are disingenuous.

They are petulant children.

They are entitled egoists.

They are so obsessed with reaping the benefits of the sacrifices they made that they are blind to their failings.

They make threats to get what they want, and they pout when they feel slighted.

They have the audacity to say they don't need me. Someone should kindly remind them that I gave up my dream of buying a house to buy theirs, a house a detest. Someone should also remunerate all of the financial burdens from which I have unburdened them. Someone should also remind them that taking things from me falls under the heading of "things I need from you." Someone should also point out that using my car everyday and never filling the tank count as "things I need from you."

They have resisted relinquishing full ownership of this house to me and Husband because (see all reasons above).

I have spent 30 years bending to their will and being the good little girl who suppresses her own will to serve her parents.

I am done.

Fuck you.

Serenity

God, or whoever, grant me...

The serenity to accept the things I cannot change:

• Other people. I want, at some point, to stop feeling resentment about what people do or do not do. I cannot change who people are any more than I can change the color of my eyes, but it does not prevent me from silently looking for change. Telling a person to change will not make them change. I want to learn to accept people as they are and hope less for change and more for understanding. Ultimately, I want only to know that my feelings and my desire to see change in others are valid. At the same time, I know that wanting that validation is part of wanting other people to change, which is a paradox I cannot overcome. I want to find some kind of compromise of the two that I can accept without resentment.

The courage to change the things I can:

• Myself. I've allowed myself to be consumed by my feelings about my circumstances (life, love, work) and not given myself any time for reflection and growth. This is, in part, a consequence of "other people" (see above) but also my inability to value myself. I have spent so little of my life doing things for myself; my goals have always been driven by "other people." I cannot make other people recognize my need for "me time," but I will make time in my day--even if only for five minutes--to do something only for me. (Right now, even my attempts to take undisturbed showers are vain. A tiny person will inevitably make his presence known.)
• Superficial things. This summer, I will make a short list of home improvements that I can realistically accomplish, alone or with minimal assistance. Among the items will be repainting the bedrooms (particularly mine because I have come to understand that the pink is not a good color), hanging more pictures of us, and consolidating my "teacher stuff" in the basement.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

I recognize that my power to work miracles is limited. I am not delusional. However, I know that no matter how hard I try to change my own perception and feelings of other people and things, that tiny speck of hope for change will linger somewhere deep down. I think my ultimate goal is just to get myself to a place where I find myself "in a funk" less often because I accept that certain things cannot be changed and I have the courage to live fully and completely and love myself.

Not sure if CNN is being rhetorical, ironic, or serious:



Should the U.S. be more like Mexico? Only if that means the entire country will look like Cancun.

Why don't Arabs like the U.S.? Is the answer to this question not obvious?

This is Anneli holding a peony.

The Internet is a dangerous place. It feeds our strange obsession with the past. Not history, necessarily, but rather things we don't need to remember.

Like boys.

I probably loved him at some point, for some indeterminate time. Unfortunately, it was complicated. He came to mind for some reason, and some trolling on the Internet helped me find him. He became a conservative, found Jesus, and got married.

Glad to have dodged that bullet.

Very happy to be with my nerdy boy and the beautiful children he has given me. :)

Another saga in the tale of the stupid brother. . .

Some background: Dad purchased a Camry for my brother in 2008. He immediately drove it down to FL and registered it there. FL has no property tax.

Fast foward to 2011: My parents needed to liquidate property (health reasons). The Camry title was signed over to my dad's name, and then he signed it over to me. This way, the sale of the car would not be linked to them. Within two weeks we reported the car as sold to the DMV.

Fast foward to today: Mom asks me if I have a receipt for the Camry. She explains that my brother got a property tax bill for two years' worth of unpaid taxes; he had paid out over $1,000 to pay the bill and had emptied out his savings. I immediately smell a lie. I asked whose name was on the bill. She said she doesn't know because the bill was sent to my brother in TX. I called bullshit. The car, I reminded her, had last been registered in my name. Any unpaid taxes would have been billed to me. Unfortunately for my stupid brother, I have two letters--one from the DMV, another from the county--confirming the sale of the car and indicating a refund on the remaining months of the registration would be mailed to me.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. What a stinking pile of bullshit.

I dare him to call back and tell the story to ME.

I'm a little annoyed at some remarks by parents who deem themselves "failures" because their children do not vote in line with them.

Be grateful that your children have minds of their own and are able to make decisions. You have provided them with the resources to form their own opinions and look at the world with discerning eyes.

Hopefully, this means they respectfully disagree with you and are able to articulate their reasons. Whether you vote Republican or Democrat, you do not get to decide how your children vote or what they believe. And if you do feel entitled to controlling your children's beliefs and actions, you are in the wrong line of work. Good parenting allows our children the freedom to grow up to be thinkers, achievers, and innovators. Be a good parent.

Respect your children's decisions because it doesn't change who they are.

So, I made a diaper cake tonight. It only took two hours. Had I spent more time on it, it probably would have looked nicer. But here are the pictures of the cake in progress:

The top layer was the hardest to cover because there was so much fabric. (I used 30" x 30" receiving blankets.) I'm hoping the ribbon, bows, and monkey distract from the many imperfections. If I ever make another diaper cake, I need to figure out how to make the fabric wrap around the diapers more smoothly.

As the storm cleared...



However, someone was not amused at my candid photography.

Perhaps our expectations for Mr. Phelps were too high, or he simply was unprepared for the Olympics. But I feel that someone should make a "leave Michael alone" video a la Chris Crocker, tears, makeup, and all.

Walked out yesterday morning to find this...



Better outside than inside, I suppose. :)

Today is Father's Day.

Today I am angry at my father.

I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who abandoned you during your illness.
I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who sapped your savings.
I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who has done nothing for you.

I am angry that you will never love me like that.
Even though I helped you financially when you were sick.
Even though I helped you emotionally when you were sick.
Even though I have had been supporting you.

I am angry that you will never love me.

I am angry.

Today is Father's Day.
Today I spent $120 on a gift for which you will never show or admit appreciation. You will ask, "Why did you spend money on this?" You will go and enjoy it anyway. No thanks to me.

I am the daughter who gave up my dream of owning my own house. Instead, I bought yours so you could recover and live comfortably.

I am the daughter who gave up my dream of a happy little family. Instead, I still walk on egg shells like a self-conscious teenager who has to abide by your rules.

I am the daughter who gave up my dreams for you.

He abandoned you, and you still love him.
How am I supposed to feel?

You don't get to judge others and expect any different in return. In hindsight, you were a self-righteous bitch who treated those with "questionable morals" with contempt. It now seems you are the one with the "questionable morals." I cannot express congratulations for a hypocrite.

Plus, your babies are kinda ugly.

Perhaps I'm more of a pushover than I believed. First, I let the "new girl" get her pick of classrooms. (I asked to move because I have no windows. She's starting her first year.) Then, I was volunteered to give up two of my honors classes because she wanted them since she had done her student teaching with honors classes. I guess my seniority over her really makes no difference.

It is definitely time to find another job after next year.

CNBC just showed "The Costco Craze." Why was I not interviewed for this show? I have been there three times this week already. Um, hello?

When your partying and drug use starts to seriously harm those around you, it's time to admit you have a problem.

This made me cry, and this made me laugh. What a start to a Sunday!