This morning V. came and Noah was fine until suddenly he wasn’t. He cried. He threw himself at my office door, threw toys at my office door, threw himself on the ground and kicked and screamed. After a half hour of madness I opted to come work in the kitchen. He did everything – everything! – he could do to ignore V. and get my attention. She was calm and patient; I was a bit frazzled but just sort of let him go. It is a weird situation and next time I might just not come out of my office. Or they might go out (it was way cold today).
Then my mum walked him around the mall while I had a meeting at work and when I got back Noah ignored me (obviously) for 20 minutes, giving me the old silent treatment. I just carried on as usual and then he snuggled into me and babbled and was very cute, so I guess all is forgiven.
I presume this is attachment. If so it can be a headache. But this has been the most ever, ever, ever Noah has been with anyone not Carl and I, so these growing pains are to be expected I guess.
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After the grossness at the seasonal party I was dreading this work meeting and not clear on what it was for. It ended up being a large scale sort of marketing meeting – how to marry sales to editorial; coming up with ideas for new things.
Although it’s always a fight at my work to keep the editorial relatively clean (I’m in the enviable position right now of having a relatively free rein that way), it was at least a pretty open fight today. I actually came away with a good feeling about it, mostly because I said what I wanted to say when I thought it should be said, and had a few funny moments where I would suggest things we already did (or that were shot down a long time ago) and people would say: oh! that’s a GREAT idea! Yeah it was 3, 4, 5 years ago too. Everything old is new again. Things just go around and around at my work. On a form that we almost had a screaming battle about a long time ago where marketing added all kinds of information, now they’re all mad there are all these boxes and want to take them all off. Ha! I win! 4 years later!
Also I suggested some editorial for the fall that would involve interviewing Romeo Dallaire who is one of my absolute top heroes for coming so clean about PTSD and I would love to interview him, and they went for it. So if we can pull in some contacts that would be like, a dream article. I never have time for that stuff but for this I would make time. I couldn’t believe they went for it.
Also two of the new staff are basically children and fun to watch in that Bridget Jones way.
In a few weeks nothing will actually happen and at that time it will be discouraging but right now it’s good.
I did feel tired, having to speak business again. I was making the distinction between an aspirational newsletter (travel, money, fashion) and a situational one (caregiving, estate planning) and I realized I haven’t used any business-of-publishing terms in about two years.
Now poopy and pee pee, that I can handle.
