I want it all

I want it all.

I want to be a loving and supportive husband.

I want to be a participatory parent.

I want a career.

I want to be involved in international development assistance....

I want it all.

I want to be a public servant.

I want to serve my community.

I want to provide for my family.

I want to contribute to my society.

I want to be involved in social enterprise.

I want to be involved in corporate social responsibility.

I want to field test the next generation of toilet technologies.

I want to embed sustainability into supply chains.

I want to be home early enough in the evenings to feed my children, bathe them and get them to bed.

I want it all.

I want it all.

I want it all.

....and I want it now.




http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/who-really-wants-to-have-it-all-20120707-21no6.html

stuff

My beloved wife has started a career in direct sales?

She has been sucked into the cult of party plan.

She is not in a pyramid scheme but she does appear to be at the base of a pyramid.

It makes me wonder is direct sales going to mean the end of retail?

My beloved sells apparel (which is relatively consumable) and she also sells a kitchen appliance (which is more like Capital Equipment).

She is working for commission only......and it is bloody hard work.

So why does she bother?

>>>>We have infants.....and we don't particularly want to "outsource" parenthood.

In a some what traditional way, I go off Monday to Friday, to work in shit (quite literally) to bring home some bread (euphemistically). On weekends & evenings, I stay-at-home, while my beloved goes door to door.

My beloved Wifey provides the majority of the child care for our two daughters. She is juggling the responsibilities of motherhood & Business Development Manager. Her vocational skills have been derived from a career in Midwifery and Medical Equipment & Pharmaceutical Sales.

Since her recent career change, her hourly rate has dropped significantly. The attraction of a career in Direct Sales is the compatibility with parenthood.

I was blessed with the opportunity to spend a couple of years as a part-time, stay at home Dad. Now I work, a 72.5 hour fortnight, juggling the responsibilities of provider, parent, husband & volunteer in the fight against diahorreal diseases....

.....to be continued

my obituary.....a work in progress

The Jen Hansen put out the challenge some time ago, to write one's own obituary.

I added a degree of difficulty by choosing to write my own obituary in Suessian poetry.

I changed vocations a couple of months ago. In my new vocation, I do not have the luxury of having time to think or write poetry as much as I did in my previous role.

Therefore the following obituary is a work in progress, that I have been tinkering with in my spare time.

Did you ever hear of Rowan of Normanby?

Challenged to write his own obituary.

Well, he was and it wasn't an easy thing to produce.

Writing of oneself in the genre of ‘Suess’

How was he remembered? What’s his legacy?

Will he be known for obsession with poo & with wee?

Did his children grow up to be nobel & wise?

What did they say & think after his demise?

He sometimes wished he studied medicine,

Or etched a career in another discipline.

Sometimes he regretted working in gas & oil.

And sometimes he wished, he farmed food from the soil.

However, he’d shelved his regrets and learnt to move on.

He wrote lots of poetry and rewrote lots of songs.

He strove to be green. He sought to be happy.

He had tried to be clean. He changed many a nappy.

He hated shopping & cooking. He ate to subsist.

Yet he cooked for his loved ones & shopped from a list.