Wonder Woman, aka, Malati Marlene Shinazy
Last week, BOBB’s publisher, my sister, wrote about our family’s long line of Wonder Women. She started with our great great grandmother who emigrated from Paris to San Francisco during the Gold Rush.
When Sister acknowledged she couldn’t juggle everything on her over-full plate, I was not unhappy. Why? I’ve always seen her as perfect and me as… well, not.
For background on this sibling-disorder, read my “Botox© To The Rescue” story:
I tentatively decided to take this opportunity to gloat a bit.
Here’s a partial history of this Wonder Woman’s accomplishments:
After college, I worked as my husband’s research assistant while he obtained his Ph.D. “So what’s the big deal? Women do this all the time.”
Here’s the Big Deal: This 5th generation San Franciscan had to move to Philadelphia, schlepping my first-born. Besides helping my husband, I found and furnished a home for us. I sourced, purchased and renovated houses for a fledgling rental portfolio. And, every winter I slipped and fell, sending my first-born air bound. Did the same when baby #2 arrived.
Just before Dad completed his degree, I began working full time and started grad school. Picture this:
· Working full time
· Raising two smart, articulate, wild kids
· Being a great business partner to my husband
· Acting as general contractor for our rentals
· Totally renovating our new home: built in 1911, 4,000 square feet, 3-stories
· Staying up until 4:00 am to write research papers. And…pregnant with baby #3!
Returning to CA, Wonder Woman started a successful consulting and training company so she could be Super Mom. I worked client meetings around driving kids to three different schools, ballet lessons, violin lessons, guitar lessons, soccer practice, soccer games, and camp.
When I wasn’t being taxi-mother, I was flying to client sites like Panama, as the US Government was turning over the canal to the Panamanian Government.
Flash Forward to Now
After a few years of working 13-hour days in corporate America, I am currently:
· Re-launching the consulting business in another part of the state
· Treasurer of the local Lions Club (service club)
· Dating 25% of the non-incarcerated single men within a 50-mile radius…not as much fun as it sounds.
· Working out regularly to keep myself fit and vain
· Writing clever stories for BOBB
· Administering thyroid medication to the cat twice daily
· Conducting seasonal maintenance on my rental in the mountains
· Skype-ing my “almost launched kids” at all hours
Yes, Sister, this Wonder Woman is on a roll.
Until Yesterday: I missed my Lion’s Club Treasurer Report deadline. I slept straight through the morning alarm and was embarrassing late for a breakfast date. And my right wrist started aching.
· I seem to be unable to meet my commitments
· I seem to be overly tired
· I seem to be developing repetitive motion disorder
It seems this Wonder Woman is weary, too.
I take it all back, Sister. We need a vacation and cortisone shot for my wrist.
photo by Arne Hendriks
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