Hello there chaps! I'm writing this blog directly from London Town! You must try and read this blog with a British Accent to really get the gist of it all. I promise you won't have bad teeth when you're done.
Yes, we are in London.....me, the Pig, and the hubby. We have been here for five days so far, and so far so good. The little chap has been a most excellent trooper if I do say so myself. He has had a jolly old time in Stratford-upon-avon and Oxford, and is sacked out in his stroller at this very moment. We had a big day just the two of us. The hubby is at his conference today, so today was mommy and Pig's day to tour the city as a jolly little pair. We went to the Tower of London and the London Bridge. My mom will be so proud to know that I did indeed see the Crown Jewels this time. We went to London together in 1992 for a cheerleading trip, and I decided that I would rather shop than see some stupid dumb crowns. I can't say if I regreted my decision since I found two fabulous dresses at some random store that I wore to two formal events in High School. One dress was a black velvet strapless that had black ostrich feathers across the top, and the other was a cute little plaid number with a big BOW across the top. Both good disguises for my little mosquito bites.
So, the Crown Jewels were really nice. They have you on a people mover that doesn't allow for lingering around the precious crowns and staffs. It's a good thing because hordes of Japanese tourist would be there all day long, and those of us pushing big orange strollers around would never get a chance to even have a glimpse. No offense to the Asian tourist with the camera around the neck, but come on....move over!
I will say that we missed out on quite a bit of stuff since we had the stroller with us. We weren't able to do the Bloody Tower walk, or see any of the other gruesomely named towers since they all involved skinny little stairs. I could have left the "buggy" at the bottom, but it was holding my Burberry Trench, Burberry Umbrella, and my snacks! How bad would it suck to get out of the walk and find no trench, no umbrella, and even worse.....no buggy! I did carry the Pig tbrough one exhibit thinking we were going to see The Crown Jewels. I had to park the stroller down with a bunch of others, and walk up one million small steps with the 25pd boy, my big Chanel Diaper bag, and my Chanel handbag. I had each bag across my body on either side, and the boy on my front with his head on my shoulder.....he was sleeping. Once I realized I was in the Armor and sword exhibit, I asked one of the workers for the fast track exit. Who cares about armor.....once you've seen one you've seen them all.....yeah yeah yeah, they were all small men on big horses...who cares! Show me the 150 carat diamond!
The buggy was still there with all of the loot thank God! We really have had a wonderful time so far. It all started from the minute they handed me a glass of complimentary champagne on the flight! We got to fly in Virgin Atlantic's premium economy, so it was about equivalent to Business Class. The Pig had his own little baby cot that clipped into the wall. It was awesome! He slept most of the way, and didn't manage to throw himself out of the cot! It was Brilliant!
Once we landed, we took the train to Stratford-upon-avon and checked into The Shakespeare Hotel. Upon checking in we realized that it was Shakespeare's 445th birthday!! Score! We got to see the switching on of the Swan Fountain done by some lucky local children surrounded by giant medal wearing dignitaries. We also got to see the unveiling of the new pedestrian bridge linking the gardens to the River Avon. So fun, so relaxing, so English. Stratford is such a little town. We also stumbled upon a funny little parade for the medal wearing walking corpses of Stratford. The parade only consisted of one band dressed in all red with very large English hats. No jugglers, no cheerleaders, just a band. :)
After two days in Stratford-upon-Avon and one William Shakespeare doll later, we headed to the train station to catch a train to Oxford. Oxford is much bigger and a lot more crowded than little bitty Stratford. We stayed at a Fantastic hotel called the Old Bank Hotel. Fabulous room, great restaurants, and good vibe. We got some French pastries for breakfast and headed to the Botanical Gardens to have a morning breakfast picnic....so beautiful and tranquil. After that we went punting on the river. A punt is a long wooden boat that look like a cross between a gondola and a canoe. The punter stand on the back of the boat and steers it with a long pole that you use to push off of the river bottom with. The hubby drove, and I sat in the boat with the Pig and prayed that he would fall asleep. Almost, but once he realized that we were on the water he wanted to look around and make me crazy! We had a life jacket for him, but of course he hated it, but we made it out alive, and no one fell in. :)
After punting and a little relaxation and some lunch, we went to Christ Church University. This is the same place that they used to film scenes from Harry Potter. The dining hall, and the staircases in particular. Such beautiful gardens and flowers. That night we hired a babysitter that was recommended by the hotel to watch the Pig. Her name was Denise, and she was fabulous! I got all gussied up in my new couture looking dress that I bought at the H&M in Stratford.....so cute! The dress has a tight black camisole looking top that is a Lycra material, and then right below the chest it has layers of taupe colored ruffles in a satin sheen cotton...so fabulous and fashion forward. My husband said that it looked like underwear on the top, and he didn't quite get it, but I loved it!!!!
After I snapped an innocent photo of the Pig and his sitter, "just in case we would need it", the hotel's Mercedes picked us up and whisked us off to a Restaurant called Gee's that was set in an old Greenhouse. It was Jazz night at Gee's, and the food was to die for! I had Coyonne Ham with a beetroot rumalaude to start with followed by a mushroom and lovage rissoto and chocolate breadpudding. Champagne to start with a great French red wine.....scrumptious dinner for two sans baby. Denise loved the Pig and had a great time with him....she had him in his little crib like a baby angel when we got home.
So much fun so far! Still have four days to go! I found some great leads on some vintage shops in the back of a British Vogue. I might find some great vintage Chanel that has fallen victim to the recession. I will let you know! Today we saw sights! Tomorrow we shop till we drop!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Little Buttholes
So here is a question for everyone, moms and non-moms. What do you do if you see someone else's child push and hit your child? Especially if this child is around 2.5 years old, and your sweet little baby angel is only 10.5 months. Here is what happened. I dropped off the Pig in the babysitting room at the gym this morning and got ready to head into the Turbokick class. I sat him down on the ground in front of some great toys in hopes that he would be immediately interested and forget my existence.
No dice, he turned around immediately and crawled after me. Luckily he was distracted half way by a an excersaucer. There were two other kids playing with said excersaucer, and the Pig crawled over, pulled himself up, and tried to put his hands on whatever the 2.5 year old had his hands on. The 2.5 year old pushed his hands away, and then looked at me. He knew I was the mother hen. Then, the Pig put his hands on it again, and this time, the 2.5 year old grabbed his hand and pushed him down as hard as he could. The Pig went flying! He did one of those falling spin things. He didn't cry.....he just decided to get back up and try again. The 2.5 year old looked at me, and I'm sure could see the "I will kill you" in my face, and he ran across the room like nothing ever happened! I did, I wanted to grab him and shake him while telling him that he can't push down babies!!! Of course, I know better, so I just gave him the, "oh no you didn't" look. He knew what he did, and he knew it was wrong.
I wanted so bad to tell Maria, one of the babysitters. I wanted to tell her that he pushed him down with malicious intent, and that he needs to know that is not okay. I just stood there while she came over to pick him up and make sure he was okay. I told her he was, and decided to just let it go. I was afraid that they would make me wear some sort of "tattle tail" on my yoga pants for my Turbokick class. I mean.....I'm 31, so I should act it when it comes to these things.
So, here is the question......what do you do in that situation? I know that they are all kids...bottom line, but they know what they can and can't do.....they aren't idiots. Well, most of them aren't anyway. I'm so glad that I didn't do anything since the little boy belonged to a potential friend that takes the same class.
But, what do you do when you are the only adult, and kids are acting like assholes? Do you discipline them since you are the only adult, thus putting you in charge of all actions? I would think so, but I know that some people are super sensitive about these things. You don't want to be too strict, but you don't want to let them get away with murder. What a touchy situation. What would you do?
No dice, he turned around immediately and crawled after me. Luckily he was distracted half way by a an excersaucer. There were two other kids playing with said excersaucer, and the Pig crawled over, pulled himself up, and tried to put his hands on whatever the 2.5 year old had his hands on. The 2.5 year old pushed his hands away, and then looked at me. He knew I was the mother hen. Then, the Pig put his hands on it again, and this time, the 2.5 year old grabbed his hand and pushed him down as hard as he could. The Pig went flying! He did one of those falling spin things. He didn't cry.....he just decided to get back up and try again. The 2.5 year old looked at me, and I'm sure could see the "I will kill you" in my face, and he ran across the room like nothing ever happened! I did, I wanted to grab him and shake him while telling him that he can't push down babies!!! Of course, I know better, so I just gave him the, "oh no you didn't" look. He knew what he did, and he knew it was wrong.
I wanted so bad to tell Maria, one of the babysitters. I wanted to tell her that he pushed him down with malicious intent, and that he needs to know that is not okay. I just stood there while she came over to pick him up and make sure he was okay. I told her he was, and decided to just let it go. I was afraid that they would make me wear some sort of "tattle tail" on my yoga pants for my Turbokick class. I mean.....I'm 31, so I should act it when it comes to these things.
So, here is the question......what do you do in that situation? I know that they are all kids...bottom line, but they know what they can and can't do.....they aren't idiots. Well, most of them aren't anyway. I'm so glad that I didn't do anything since the little boy belonged to a potential friend that takes the same class.
But, what do you do when you are the only adult, and kids are acting like assholes? Do you discipline them since you are the only adult, thus putting you in charge of all actions? I would think so, but I know that some people are super sensitive about these things. You don't want to be too strict, but you don't want to let them get away with murder. What a touchy situation. What would you do?
Monday, April 13, 2009
Hoppy Easter!
Okay, Okay, I know my last blog was a total downer, so you will be happy to know that today is a better day, and I'm not "hating" everything in sight! This weekend was really nice, and Easter was great! We originally planned to go to Texas to see my family for Easter, but we just couldn't figure it out between my husband's travel schedule and the Pig. We decided to stay here and have our own Easter celebration.
We started out on Friday with a delicious meal of roasted shrimp served with a side of campanelle pasta cooked with peas and a little creme fraiche. The husband was instructed to get a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio on his way home, and he didn't disappoint. Yummy food, yummy wine, candlelight, and a good little boy. Life was back to normal, and really great!
Saturday was a rainy day, so we just made it a cozy day of housework and relaxation. He did finish the dock in between rain showers. The Easter Egg hunt at the park was rained out, but it wasn't that big of a tragedy since I imagined myself trying to swab Pigpen's mouth every five seconds. He loves to eat everything that nature puts in the grass.
Sunday morning was the usual.....waffles, bacon, OJ. But, this Easter Sunday was just a little different. I was in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast when I was summoned into the living room to see what the Pig had found. I walked in expecting to see the baby with something sharp and breakable in his hands or mouth, but instead walked into the best Easter surprise! My husband looked at me and said, "look! The Easter Bunny came!." I looked down at the Pig and saw a sweat little Tonka Toy Truck filled with Easter grass and some of the Pig's favorite morsels. He got a container of Puffs, a package of yogurt melts, and two things of Gerber Bananas! It was sooo cute! My Easter basket was filled with Reese's eggs, and everything else that's delicious on Easter. I didn't even think of Easter baskets.....oops! Thanks Daddy! That was definite redemption for the dock incident. :)
We decided to go to Church on Sunday. There is a really beautiful old church in the middle of town that has always looked so charming, so we decided to try it out.....it was Easter after all. We were worried that we wouldn't find a parking spot, and we agreed that we would sit in the very last row....if there was room, just in case the Pig was fussy. So, we turned the corner with about 5 minutes to spare before service, and expected to park down the street, but as we got closer....we didn't see any cars on the street. We pulled into the church parking lot, and actually got a spot. We saw a woman and three kids getting out of a car behind us, so my husband asked her if the service was really at 10:30. She confirmed, so we went in.
I was shocked! Well, I'm sure I wasn't the only one. I walked in dressed in my Easter best. I was wearing a long strapless silk dress that was reminiscent of a Hermes spring scarf. The dress was a dark ocean teal with splashes of orange, hot pink, navy blue, and yellow. I know better than to wear a strapless dress to church, so over that I wore a navy blue pashmina wrapped around my neck once with a big knot tied in the front, and a camel colored long coat with the same teal silk lining as the dress. The coat had a three quarter sleeve, so I wore my long camel colored leather gloves with two fabulous little buckles that go up to the elbow. On my head was the most fabulous Easter Bonnet. It was a Navy blue Italian Straw hat from Florence. It was almost like something you would put a potted plant in, but something you would definitely see on the runway for Marni. My fabulous camel colored Tod's heels walked me in the church with my trusty Louis diaper bag and my silver Ray Bans. My husband had on a beautiful gray suit with a pink shirt and a pastel Brooks Brother's tie. The Pig was dressed in Baby Gap, and looked like he just came from a photo shoot.
Sooooo, I was shocked to see the congregation of about 20 people. And yes, we were totally overdressed! I'm sure the whole congregation was wondering what planet we came from. I like to call it Planet Fashion, but that's just between you and me. At least we were all overdressed....all three of us. Oh well.....it was Easter, and I was going to wear my Easter Bonnet. I had been wearing it around the house all week!
The Church was so cool. It was built in 1820, and I don't think it has changed a bit since then. The pews were old puritan pews. They were these neat little personal sections that would seat about 6 people. The pews were little boxes that you entered into through a small wooden door. The windows were huge, and the balcony seats were so charming. I loved it! Good people, good message, good times! (Man who fart in church, sit in own pew) ha ha ha ha
After Church we hit up the local D&D drive thru for a latte, and went home to cook the ham. We were going to go to our neighbor's house for lunch. My husband asked me if I was going to change, and I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, oh yeah, it's Easter. I knew I would be completely over dressed at the neighbors, but I think they would be disappointed if I wasn't. When we walked in the son said..."see, I told you she would wear a hat." Do I know them or what?
We had a beautiful meal with wonderful conversation and company. We ate for about 3 hours! Pigpen had homemade beef Ravioli! He was in hog heaven!
After we ate like hogs we came home and all took a nap in the living room. Oh, actually some members of the family pooped in their pants, and then took a nap. It was a great day! :)
We started out on Friday with a delicious meal of roasted shrimp served with a side of campanelle pasta cooked with peas and a little creme fraiche. The husband was instructed to get a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio on his way home, and he didn't disappoint. Yummy food, yummy wine, candlelight, and a good little boy. Life was back to normal, and really great!
Saturday was a rainy day, so we just made it a cozy day of housework and relaxation. He did finish the dock in between rain showers. The Easter Egg hunt at the park was rained out, but it wasn't that big of a tragedy since I imagined myself trying to swab Pigpen's mouth every five seconds. He loves to eat everything that nature puts in the grass.
Sunday morning was the usual.....waffles, bacon, OJ. But, this Easter Sunday was just a little different. I was in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast when I was summoned into the living room to see what the Pig had found. I walked in expecting to see the baby with something sharp and breakable in his hands or mouth, but instead walked into the best Easter surprise! My husband looked at me and said, "look! The Easter Bunny came!." I looked down at the Pig and saw a sweat little Tonka Toy Truck filled with Easter grass and some of the Pig's favorite morsels. He got a container of Puffs, a package of yogurt melts, and two things of Gerber Bananas! It was sooo cute! My Easter basket was filled with Reese's eggs, and everything else that's delicious on Easter. I didn't even think of Easter baskets.....oops! Thanks Daddy! That was definite redemption for the dock incident. :)
We decided to go to Church on Sunday. There is a really beautiful old church in the middle of town that has always looked so charming, so we decided to try it out.....it was Easter after all. We were worried that we wouldn't find a parking spot, and we agreed that we would sit in the very last row....if there was room, just in case the Pig was fussy. So, we turned the corner with about 5 minutes to spare before service, and expected to park down the street, but as we got closer....we didn't see any cars on the street. We pulled into the church parking lot, and actually got a spot. We saw a woman and three kids getting out of a car behind us, so my husband asked her if the service was really at 10:30. She confirmed, so we went in.
I was shocked! Well, I'm sure I wasn't the only one. I walked in dressed in my Easter best. I was wearing a long strapless silk dress that was reminiscent of a Hermes spring scarf. The dress was a dark ocean teal with splashes of orange, hot pink, navy blue, and yellow. I know better than to wear a strapless dress to church, so over that I wore a navy blue pashmina wrapped around my neck once with a big knot tied in the front, and a camel colored long coat with the same teal silk lining as the dress. The coat had a three quarter sleeve, so I wore my long camel colored leather gloves with two fabulous little buckles that go up to the elbow. On my head was the most fabulous Easter Bonnet. It was a Navy blue Italian Straw hat from Florence. It was almost like something you would put a potted plant in, but something you would definitely see on the runway for Marni. My fabulous camel colored Tod's heels walked me in the church with my trusty Louis diaper bag and my silver Ray Bans. My husband had on a beautiful gray suit with a pink shirt and a pastel Brooks Brother's tie. The Pig was dressed in Baby Gap, and looked like he just came from a photo shoot.
Sooooo, I was shocked to see the congregation of about 20 people. And yes, we were totally overdressed! I'm sure the whole congregation was wondering what planet we came from. I like to call it Planet Fashion, but that's just between you and me. At least we were all overdressed....all three of us. Oh well.....it was Easter, and I was going to wear my Easter Bonnet. I had been wearing it around the house all week!
The Church was so cool. It was built in 1820, and I don't think it has changed a bit since then. The pews were old puritan pews. They were these neat little personal sections that would seat about 6 people. The pews were little boxes that you entered into through a small wooden door. The windows were huge, and the balcony seats were so charming. I loved it! Good people, good message, good times! (Man who fart in church, sit in own pew) ha ha ha ha
After Church we hit up the local D&D drive thru for a latte, and went home to cook the ham. We were going to go to our neighbor's house for lunch. My husband asked me if I was going to change, and I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, oh yeah, it's Easter. I knew I would be completely over dressed at the neighbors, but I think they would be disappointed if I wasn't. When we walked in the son said..."see, I told you she would wear a hat." Do I know them or what?
We had a beautiful meal with wonderful conversation and company. We ate for about 3 hours! Pigpen had homemade beef Ravioli! He was in hog heaven!
After we ate like hogs we came home and all took a nap in the living room. Oh, actually some members of the family pooped in their pants, and then took a nap. It was a great day! :)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Where is the Bowl of Cherries?
Life is supposed to be a bowl of cherries, but maybe they just aren't quite in season yet. Don't get me wrong, I live a super charmed life, and I am 100% thankful all the time, but I do get to feel sorry for myself every once in a while. I will start by saying what I am thankful for, and then I will start!
I love my husband....he is my soulmate, he makes me laugh everyday, and he is the one who will always take care of me no matter what! My son is soooo fabulous in every way. We are so blessed that he is who he is, and that he is healthy. My family is the bomb and has always been the bomb....I love them so much and credit them with my charmed life. I have amazing friends that would do anything for me, and I for them. I don't have to buy generic canned food. I don't have to work. My thighs don't rub together, and I have good fashion cents. So, yeah....blah blah blah.....I freakin have it all!
Well, with all of that wonderfulness, life is still hard. I think I'm in a funk because I'm just now experiencing Aunt Flo and what that bitch's wrath can do to my emotions. I have been without this craziness for about a year and a half, so I don't welcome her back with open arms.....I hate her! I have been so annoyed with EVERYTHING the last few days. I hate the girl at Dunkin Donuts who tries to confuse me with the, "do you want sweetener in that" question when I order my latte. I order the same thing everyday, and I never get asked that question. I told her I wanted it like it normally comes, and she looked at me like a was an imbecile and asked me again like I was stupid and deaf. I hate her! I don't know the answer......I don't know the formula for the over sweet stupid iced caramel latte that I shouldn't be drinking in the first place, so no, I don't know if I want sweetener.....I just want it how it comes!
I also hated my sweet husband who was building us a dock in the back yard so that we could frolic in the lake this summer like the people in a Ralph Lauren add. I hated him because I hurt my back the other day in the TJ Maxx parking lot, and I needed his help! I didn't tell him about the "twinj" until later. I waited a good 5 hours to make sure it wasn't just a nothing, and then I called him and asked him if he could come home early from work, meaning leave the office at 5pm, and help me with the Boy. He came home at 5:30 to me and the Boy laying on the sofa.....the Boy sleeping, me, just happy to lay there. He asked if he could work on the dock, and I said sure since we were just resting. One hour later, we were up and ready for dinner. He was talking to the neighbor. I summoned him in, and found out that he wasn't finished with his "jobs". I asked him if he would have been finished by now if he wasn't talking to the neighbor. He said yes, and I started to hate him! I hated him because I needed his help, and he talked to the neighbor instead of doing what he was supposed to do. But, I didn't want to be a bitchy nagger, so I let him finish. The Boy and I ate dinner alone, and I got madder and madder! He finally came in and said, "well, that didn't really take that long did it?" Of course it took long! It took two fucking hours of prime helping me time. I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs, but instead I conjured up a, "I don't really know how long those things are supposed to take." I got up to take a hot shower. I would have loved to take a bath, but the house that we live in has no bathtub! I hated our house at this point. I got out of the shower at 8:15 fully prepared to walk downstairs to a PJed boy drinking his bottle, but no! I walked down to a Boy that was still in his clothes and getting more and more crazed by the minute! Once they get "overtired" you are totally fucked! I hated everything about that situation, but I mostly hated how the relaxing shower was now a distant memory.
The bottom line is....I was having a shitty day, and I should be allowed to have a shitty day every once in a while. I never do, so I should be allowed to have that occasional day when I hate everything! I hate the dishwasher because it sucks, and the whole purpose of having a dishwasher take up valuable cabinet space is for the damn thing to actually clean the dishes instead of depositing iron on all of them. I hate the washing machine because it smells like mold, and I know that it isn't my mold because it smelled like mold when we moved in. I hate the fact that I don't work. I hate that I don't contribute to our household financially. I hate how it makes me feel when I spend money on ridiculously priced pieces of wearable art. I hate that I don't really get the choice to work anymore. I say this because now that I have the Boy, I have to stay with him. I have to because I want to raise him...he is my responsibility, and I need to make sure that he turns out to be a good addition to this planet.
Thus, being a mom is hard! It's hard because your life is no longer your own. Yes, I'm lucky that I get to stay home, but if you are thinking that, then you can go to hell! Maybe I think that you're lucky because you get to work. The grass is always greener. Don't get me wrong, I love the Boy, but he is always with me....he is like my own personal little leach. I can't just go and do something....I have to take him with, and I have to make sure that he will be comfortable coming with. I have to work his schedule into my own without losing myself. I have to keep a hold on what I want for my life without compromising his. I
love my little snotty whiny leach, but some days I feel like he has just sucked all of the life out of me. These are those few days when my husband is really late coming home and I am feeding the boy his smashed fruit in silence. These are the days that we have run out of things to talk about.....me and the Boy. Then I get a small break from the Leach, and I miss him. It's a crazy thing being a mom. It's a tug of war of wants. I want time to myself, but I want to spend time with the Boy. I want him to stop crying a take a nap in his crib by himself when he is tired, but I want to rock him and feel his sweet little breath on my neck as he drifts off to sleep. I want to teach him No, boundaries, and discipline, but I don't want to be the disciplinarian.
It's so hard when you stay at home because you are with them all the time. This makes you the expert on them, but it also makes you the only one that can do certain things with them, and more times than not.....you are totally over them by that point in the day. I don't care what it sounds like, but I need a break! I love that he gets excited to see his daddy when he comes home, but part of me hates it when he pushes me away to see the next best thing. It's almost like having all the rewards of motherhood stripped out of your hands when he wants someone more. I hate that, and believe me, I take it better than most people, but I can't say that I am completely immune to it!
I know that this is the longest blog on earth, but here is some advice if you are thinking of having children. When you start to feel like you are attached at the hip, and you would give anything to go to the grocery store by yourself to get a gallon of milk....it's okay. Everyone feels like that. If you feel like you've been shit on since you had to give up your career, it's okay, you're not the only one. If you worry about your husband and how he can bond with the baby, STOP! He will bond, the damn baby will love him! He is the fun one! He is the one that throws the baby in the air, that never wipes the baby's nose, that doesn't make him eat the smashed meat. He is the one that feeds him people food and carries him on his shoulders through the airport. He is the one that lets him fall asleep on his chest when he doesn't want to get into this crib at bedtime. Dad's get to do all the fun stuff. We are the ones that dress them, feed them, bathe them, rock them, nurse them, have them, grow them, wear their snot, haul them around, find fun things to do with them, read to them, sing to them, socialize them, push them, carry them, medicate them, etc.
I know I sound bitter, but I'm not. I know that my husband works hard all day long at a job that only a small percentage of people on this earth can do. Because he is making a living for us, he doesn't have a whole lot of time to spend with the boy, so I want that time to be good time. He is his son too, so he should have a say in things for sure. He does his share of the poopy diapers, and he has given him a bath or two, but it is mostly fun with daddy, and that is because of the short time they have together. I know this, and I am trying to figure out a way to make it wonderful for all involved. It's not easy, but most days are great! We eat dinner as a family at the table......we feed the boy turkey meatballs and homemade pasta bolognese. We have a fun little play time after dinner together, and then we cuddle on the sofa after the boy goes to bed.
Life is good, but it isn't easy. I know that it's not supposed to be, but some days are just better than others.
I love my husband....he is my soulmate, he makes me laugh everyday, and he is the one who will always take care of me no matter what! My son is soooo fabulous in every way. We are so blessed that he is who he is, and that he is healthy. My family is the bomb and has always been the bomb....I love them so much and credit them with my charmed life. I have amazing friends that would do anything for me, and I for them. I don't have to buy generic canned food. I don't have to work. My thighs don't rub together, and I have good fashion cents. So, yeah....blah blah blah.....I freakin have it all!
Well, with all of that wonderfulness, life is still hard. I think I'm in a funk because I'm just now experiencing Aunt Flo and what that bitch's wrath can do to my emotions. I have been without this craziness for about a year and a half, so I don't welcome her back with open arms.....I hate her! I have been so annoyed with EVERYTHING the last few days. I hate the girl at Dunkin Donuts who tries to confuse me with the, "do you want sweetener in that" question when I order my latte. I order the same thing everyday, and I never get asked that question. I told her I wanted it like it normally comes, and she looked at me like a was an imbecile and asked me again like I was stupid and deaf. I hate her! I don't know the answer......I don't know the formula for the over sweet stupid iced caramel latte that I shouldn't be drinking in the first place, so no, I don't know if I want sweetener.....I just want it how it comes!
I also hated my sweet husband who was building us a dock in the back yard so that we could frolic in the lake this summer like the people in a Ralph Lauren add. I hated him because I hurt my back the other day in the TJ Maxx parking lot, and I needed his help! I didn't tell him about the "twinj" until later. I waited a good 5 hours to make sure it wasn't just a nothing, and then I called him and asked him if he could come home early from work, meaning leave the office at 5pm, and help me with the Boy. He came home at 5:30 to me and the Boy laying on the sofa.....the Boy sleeping, me, just happy to lay there. He asked if he could work on the dock, and I said sure since we were just resting. One hour later, we were up and ready for dinner. He was talking to the neighbor. I summoned him in, and found out that he wasn't finished with his "jobs". I asked him if he would have been finished by now if he wasn't talking to the neighbor. He said yes, and I started to hate him! I hated him because I needed his help, and he talked to the neighbor instead of doing what he was supposed to do. But, I didn't want to be a bitchy nagger, so I let him finish. The Boy and I ate dinner alone, and I got madder and madder! He finally came in and said, "well, that didn't really take that long did it?" Of course it took long! It took two fucking hours of prime helping me time. I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs, but instead I conjured up a, "I don't really know how long those things are supposed to take." I got up to take a hot shower. I would have loved to take a bath, but the house that we live in has no bathtub! I hated our house at this point. I got out of the shower at 8:15 fully prepared to walk downstairs to a PJed boy drinking his bottle, but no! I walked down to a Boy that was still in his clothes and getting more and more crazed by the minute! Once they get "overtired" you are totally fucked! I hated everything about that situation, but I mostly hated how the relaxing shower was now a distant memory.
The bottom line is....I was having a shitty day, and I should be allowed to have a shitty day every once in a while. I never do, so I should be allowed to have that occasional day when I hate everything! I hate the dishwasher because it sucks, and the whole purpose of having a dishwasher take up valuable cabinet space is for the damn thing to actually clean the dishes instead of depositing iron on all of them. I hate the washing machine because it smells like mold, and I know that it isn't my mold because it smelled like mold when we moved in. I hate the fact that I don't work. I hate that I don't contribute to our household financially. I hate how it makes me feel when I spend money on ridiculously priced pieces of wearable art. I hate that I don't really get the choice to work anymore. I say this because now that I have the Boy, I have to stay with him. I have to because I want to raise him...he is my responsibility, and I need to make sure that he turns out to be a good addition to this planet.
Thus, being a mom is hard! It's hard because your life is no longer your own. Yes, I'm lucky that I get to stay home, but if you are thinking that, then you can go to hell! Maybe I think that you're lucky because you get to work. The grass is always greener. Don't get me wrong, I love the Boy, but he is always with me....he is like my own personal little leach. I can't just go and do something....I have to take him with, and I have to make sure that he will be comfortable coming with. I have to work his schedule into my own without losing myself. I have to keep a hold on what I want for my life without compromising his. I
love my little snotty whiny leach, but some days I feel like he has just sucked all of the life out of me. These are those few days when my husband is really late coming home and I am feeding the boy his smashed fruit in silence. These are the days that we have run out of things to talk about.....me and the Boy. Then I get a small break from the Leach, and I miss him. It's a crazy thing being a mom. It's a tug of war of wants. I want time to myself, but I want to spend time with the Boy. I want him to stop crying a take a nap in his crib by himself when he is tired, but I want to rock him and feel his sweet little breath on my neck as he drifts off to sleep. I want to teach him No, boundaries, and discipline, but I don't want to be the disciplinarian.
It's so hard when you stay at home because you are with them all the time. This makes you the expert on them, but it also makes you the only one that can do certain things with them, and more times than not.....you are totally over them by that point in the day. I don't care what it sounds like, but I need a break! I love that he gets excited to see his daddy when he comes home, but part of me hates it when he pushes me away to see the next best thing. It's almost like having all the rewards of motherhood stripped out of your hands when he wants someone more. I hate that, and believe me, I take it better than most people, but I can't say that I am completely immune to it!
I know that this is the longest blog on earth, but here is some advice if you are thinking of having children. When you start to feel like you are attached at the hip, and you would give anything to go to the grocery store by yourself to get a gallon of milk....it's okay. Everyone feels like that. If you feel like you've been shit on since you had to give up your career, it's okay, you're not the only one. If you worry about your husband and how he can bond with the baby, STOP! He will bond, the damn baby will love him! He is the fun one! He is the one that throws the baby in the air, that never wipes the baby's nose, that doesn't make him eat the smashed meat. He is the one that feeds him people food and carries him on his shoulders through the airport. He is the one that lets him fall asleep on his chest when he doesn't want to get into this crib at bedtime. Dad's get to do all the fun stuff. We are the ones that dress them, feed them, bathe them, rock them, nurse them, have them, grow them, wear their snot, haul them around, find fun things to do with them, read to them, sing to them, socialize them, push them, carry them, medicate them, etc.
I know I sound bitter, but I'm not. I know that my husband works hard all day long at a job that only a small percentage of people on this earth can do. Because he is making a living for us, he doesn't have a whole lot of time to spend with the boy, so I want that time to be good time. He is his son too, so he should have a say in things for sure. He does his share of the poopy diapers, and he has given him a bath or two, but it is mostly fun with daddy, and that is because of the short time they have together. I know this, and I am trying to figure out a way to make it wonderful for all involved. It's not easy, but most days are great! We eat dinner as a family at the table......we feed the boy turkey meatballs and homemade pasta bolognese. We have a fun little play time after dinner together, and then we cuddle on the sofa after the boy goes to bed.
Life is good, but it isn't easy. I know that it's not supposed to be, but some days are just better than others.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Nipple Confusion
My one friend that I have comes over each week for a "playdate". I never thought that I would do "playdates", but they really are the bomb! What a queer name, but what a great idea. I love that Pig gets to see other kids at daycare, and at the babysitting center in the gym, but...I don't know what he does with these other kids because I'm either shopping gleefully sans stroller, or doing Turbokick. So....it's great to see what he actually does with other kids.
My friend's little girl is super prec, and very sweet. She's a girl, so she is definitely different than my little rolly polly Pig. He is a rough and tumble boy, and she is a sweet sugar and spice girl, so she doesn't like it too much when he grabs her chest with one hand and her eyeball with the other. She is so testy. :) The sweet little girl is 1 year old, and Pig is 10 months, so they are pretty close in age. This is why I was shocked when we both gave them a bottle, and the sugar and spice was done in 5 flat with one more once than the Pig! He was just sitting back, and taking for EVER to finish his damn bottle. I was shocked and super impressed with her fast gobbling.
Needless to say, I thought of this swift guzzle every time I painstakingly fed my rolly polly. Why was he so damn slow?
Well, I'll tell you why! I tell you straight from the Britney Spears Mom of the Year Room, yeah, that's where I'm blogging from. I didn't keep up with the nipple months. My poor little rolly polly pig has been drinking his leche out of a 0-3month nipple for 10 months. TEN MONTHS!!! I didn't just "drop the ball" with that one, I got a bulldozer and lifted up the entire ball jump from Chukee Cheeses and dropped it! Thus, my induction into the Britney Spears Mom of the Year Group.
Yes, I went to Target and bought the Y cut nipple, and the poor little Pig nearly choked to death when he first tried it. We now have to remind him that his leche will now flow freely like a waterhose when we feed him.
Five minute bottle time is the Bomb!!! I can't believe it took me 10 months to figure this out! Oy veh!
My friend's little girl is super prec, and very sweet. She's a girl, so she is definitely different than my little rolly polly Pig. He is a rough and tumble boy, and she is a sweet sugar and spice girl, so she doesn't like it too much when he grabs her chest with one hand and her eyeball with the other. She is so testy. :) The sweet little girl is 1 year old, and Pig is 10 months, so they are pretty close in age. This is why I was shocked when we both gave them a bottle, and the sugar and spice was done in 5 flat with one more once than the Pig! He was just sitting back, and taking for EVER to finish his damn bottle. I was shocked and super impressed with her fast gobbling.
Needless to say, I thought of this swift guzzle every time I painstakingly fed my rolly polly. Why was he so damn slow?
Well, I'll tell you why! I tell you straight from the Britney Spears Mom of the Year Room, yeah, that's where I'm blogging from. I didn't keep up with the nipple months. My poor little rolly polly pig has been drinking his leche out of a 0-3month nipple for 10 months. TEN MONTHS!!! I didn't just "drop the ball" with that one, I got a bulldozer and lifted up the entire ball jump from Chukee Cheeses and dropped it! Thus, my induction into the Britney Spears Mom of the Year Group.
Yes, I went to Target and bought the Y cut nipple, and the poor little Pig nearly choked to death when he first tried it. We now have to remind him that his leche will now flow freely like a waterhose when we feed him.
Five minute bottle time is the Bomb!!! I can't believe it took me 10 months to figure this out! Oy veh!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Girl's Night Out
Okay, so the ever famous "GNO" is more important than ever! This should be a monthly thing for sure. Thanks to my friend Tasha I went out this weekend in Beantown, and had a damn blast! I love Tasha! She is a "go getter". I can use that queer since she does live in Minnesotta, and that is soooo something that people would say in the Golden Gopher state. Anywho, she was coming to Boston to visit a friend, and she decided to call me and invite me to come out.
I love it when people follow through with things. There is so much fun to be had if you actually make it happen.
It was raining cats and dogs, and I was supposed to meet my husband at the airport to retrieve the GPS that he was supposed to leave in my car before he left town. I was to "swing by" the airport, and then head downtown. The outfit choice was quite difficult due to the rain. I didn't know what it would be like downtown, and I didn't want to look like one of those hopeless idiots wearing heels through puddles. Girls would say, "oh poor thing, she must not get out much......what did she think she was going to prom or something." I know how you bitches are. :)
Skinny jeans, my purple Hunter wellies, a cute short Anthro sweater, topped off with a Burberry rain coat, and a Burberry hat......that was "the outfit". I was so worried that the bars would allow smoking, but I chanced it. I didn't want my new fabulous raincoat to smell like cancer, but you only live once right?
GPS retrieval was successful, although, I almost wet my pants due to the water and the Iced Caramel Latte from Dunkin. I parked, I ran, I went, then I found my husband....I felt like I was nine months preggers again. He was so sweet....he was standing there waiting for me with a Grande No Water Chai. Holy crap, I was going to be crazy from all of the caffeine......I don't even drink coffee in the morning, and I don't drink soda. I took about three fake sips for marriage sake, and then poured it out when he left. Oops.
Thank God I had the GPS! I was not about to try and find my way via mapquest in one of America's oldest cities. Those damn crazy Masons didn't know shit about a city grid, but enough about our forefathers. I found my way to the first bar, 6Bob Lounge.
I sat down and met Tasha's friend. Super cute and fun! Then the other girls came back to the table, and I met them as well. Also, super cute and fun! It was Dawn's 30th birthday, so that was the cause for the party. Here's a funny coincidence......soooo, I met Dawn, and she said that it was funny that I was named Regan since the only other Regan she ever met looked a lot like me and had short blonde hair. Then, she got a weird look on her face and asked me if I was ever a cheerleader: I said yes. Where you a cheerleader for UCA: yes. Did you ever run cheerleading camps: yes. Did you ever run cheerleading camps at Rutgers: yes. She was immediately embarrassed and at a loss for words. All she could say was, "you are Regan the Cheerleader?" I responded with a, "yes, I am Regan the Cheerleader."
That camp was like ten years ago. Funny! So, here's another funny happening: We were sitting at the trendy bar, with the trendy girls, and two trendy boys. We were having trendy conversation when the trendy Indian boy named Ravi asked me what I did for a living. I paused for a short second, and then said......."I'm a stay at home mom." His eyes got big, and he leaned his left ear towards me thinking that there was no way he heard the right thing. He said, "excuse me, what?" I responded with a matter of fact, but halfway bullshitting, "I'm a stay at home mom......some people refer to us as SAHMs." What a buzz kill! We all had a good laugh!
The party moved to a small Irish pub where this SAHM had Guinness, Jameson, and a greasy pizza! I just remembered that I have no idea how much my tab was.....oh well, totally worth it! My neck is still a little sore from all of the dancing, the Michael Jackson video impressions, and the worm. Yes, I did the worm in the bar. It wasn't my first rodeo, and it won't be my last.
Pigpen stayed with Daddy through the night, and until 3pm the next day. I came home smelling like whiskey and cigarettes........the boys didn't care one bit......they were happy to see their SAHM. :)
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