The Simple Things

Last night, I was sitting at my computer, letting my kids frolic around the house while I did my usual mommy time of getting into emails, Ebaying, etc. Dinner was done, homework completed and the kids were biding their time until bed. Then it occurred to me "Eva, you're too structured. Let loose". So I did. I decided to play a game of hide and seek with my children. What a novel idea, a game. I get so focused on structure that I don't take the time to be a kid with the kids. And every adult needs to be footloose and fancy free sometimes. We get too serious. So I suggested the idea and the first question out of all 4 children's mouths was "You're going to play with us?" "Yep" I said matter of factly. They were giddy with excitement. I volunteered to count first. Children scattered and I heard the scuffs of little bare feet across the wood floor, a stomp stomp up the stairs as one headed up to No Mans Land. One of the requirements was that all the lights except where the counter sat had to be turned off. I was hopeful this would cure the two youngest of their imaginary fear of the dark as they navigated their way through it. As I began counting, Laura snuck into her hiding spot in the same room. I could hear her laughing quietly to herself, pretty certain she had found the best hiding place ever. As I neared the half point mark in counting, Laura piped in "Don't forget to say 'Ready or Not' when you're done counting". Thanks Laura. Obviously, she has yet to learn the art of stealthy silence in a good game of hide and seek. As I neared the end, I heard a few house sounds from the basement and knew someone else was tucking themselves into another great spot. I saw Laura right off, but played that I couldn't see her. "Now where is Laura Frances" I said, repeating myself a few times. I could hear her giggle in pure delight. Finally, not able to stand the idea of being hidden from Mom any longer, she popped up from her spot and laughed so heartily that I couldn't help but laugh. Next, I saw little Grantie huddled under a piece of furniture, again pretty plain for the human eye to detect. But in his little mind, he was concealed like camouflage to the forest. I touched his back and he giggled, loving every minute of his secret time. We went together to find the other two boys. Grant has eyes like a panther. He spotted Evan and I walked right past him. Evan was hiding in the dirty clothes hamper---ewwww. But hey, it's hide and seek. Hygiene has to be compromised for the sake of the best hiding spot. Aedyn was last on the list. He has been known to Gumby his way into the smallest of spaces. So we again went together to find him. The mirror in our main floor bathroom showed his reflection and Grant spotted him first. They were laughing and asking me if I thought that they had each found the best hiding spot ever. "Of course" was my reply. Evan didn't delay. Before I could say a word, he was into counting motion, huddled on the futon, waiting for us to disperse immediately. I went upstairs, where the dark was the greatest. Nothing like hiding in the dark. Laura's bedroom seemed an apropos place since it was nearing the end of the timed countdown. I wanted to see if this 36 year old body could fit under her bed. The legs went, the hips---barely but the rest of me, especially my melon of a head would have none of it. So there I lay, pulling the bedspread upon me, half in and half out, hoping I wouldn't be the first found. Well, that's not difficult to pull off considering Laura gives herself up willingly and Grant is soon to follow. Again, found second to last--wishew. And one more game, I went into a closet this time. I was quiet and slowed my breathing. As I stood there in the dark, it took me back to being a kid when I had oodles of energy and I could squeeze myself into Gumby type situations for the sake of finding a good hiding spot. Those times were gone. But what a rush it was to play a simple game of hide and seek with my kids. If you haven't done it lately, I suggest it as perfect family therapy.

Boston Mass

I just got back from a business trip to Boston, Massachusetts. It was a wonderful but quick trip. I went to attend a Lab Design Conference. As I'm new to the lab industry and especially trying to design it, I wanted to get exposure to people and products of the industry. I succeeded. But there was a particular segment of my trip that I'd like to dwell on unmercifully today. It has to do with what I thought was a talented architect. Yesterday afternoon the conference bussed us to various labs throughout the area. I was bussed to MIT (very cool college--I'm already asking for applications for my children ha ha). After that I went to Novartis, which is a Swedish Laboratory company. They bought a Necco candy warehouse and converted it to a beautiful laboratory. And it just so happens that the architect who spearheaded the project came in yesterday morning to do a glorious presentation on how he accomplished this project. I was so impressed with the presentation that I was very excited to go see the warehouse/lab that afternoon. The architect, in his early 50's was there to do the tour. Then along came 20 something Jennifer in her tight fitting dress and high heels. The great architect that had such potential only a moment ago was now in the undeniable control of Jennifer. I don't know if she knew he was a perv in action or not. But everything that I thought about this architect went right out the window. I could almost see saliva collecting on the corners of his mouth, with his hands flittering in a little greedy motion of "bring me the bait". What could have been a potentially educational and visually stunning tour (I know, I sound like Lilleth from Cheers) turned into predator seeks prey and I had to watch it unfold. He was asking her if she was married, all the while our little group is straggling along behind them, waiting for the glory of the tour. I checked to see if he had a wedding ring and didn't see one. I at least wiped my brow on that. I pity the woman who ever did marry this man. Here we are, a group of professionals, around 7 of us and Hormonal Hal the architect is busy with eyes just for Jennifer, who incidentally just got married in May as she CLEARLY stated to kind of put a halt to his oogle eyes. But it didn't stop the intense attention. And we were left to salvage what was left. You see, the architect was supposed to give us the tour. But instead he just walked us down a hall, probably so he could promenade with his potential victim a little longer. We heard no factual information, no points of interest, nothing. I guess he figured our ride in the elevator was jovial enough and that was that. So why do I write this in my blog? For one, it gives all those of you who wonder what I do insite into my work life just a little minus the pervy architects of course. And second, it was the school of hard knocks for me. I guess I wouldn't expect something like that to happen with a group of professionals but it's a fact--these sex crazed animals of the world exist in every walk of life and in every profession. I knew that all along but to see it unfold is something of a different animal, and an animal he was. As we came back down to the lobby, 10 short minutes later, miss Jennifer exclaimed in all her naive innocence that it was the shortest and easiest tour she had given. And I'm thinking...oh so you give tours...let's get back in there and get the real deal this time. But alas, I'll have to live off the embers of the presentation and pictures that I took. My children and my husband picked me up from the airport last night. Evan gave me a big hug, Aedyn had made me a sweet card, Grant told me never to go away again and Laura said Daddy did a bad job on her hair. She looked like David Lee Roth on a bad day. It was nice to be away and do a little self retreating. But it was great to be back and be told I was missed. Rob told me never to go away again because it's hard to take over everything when I'm gone.