There is this little burger joint in the heart of our town's downtown area that is a popular hang-out with the bike-riding kid crowd. I was there on Saturday with my eight year old, her friend, and my twelve year old niece. Being girls, we were all laughing and having a great time over our cheese fries. There were tables full of kids that are allowed to ride their bikes to the main strip in town, indulging on chocolate malts and kid banter. Sitting behind my girls was this couple with a new baby. New Mom was standing, bouncing baby, shushing baby, and trying to get baby to sleep. All the while, she is shooting me (the only other mom in the place) these dirty looks like, "Can't you quiet your children? I'm trying to get my baby to sleep!" And of course I'm shooting her looks back like, "Uh honey, if you want your baby to sleep, take baby home!"
So, a call out to all new moms.... I don't care that you come waltzing into our burger joint with your stroller, babysling, breastfeeding cover-up and diaper bag stuffed with a month's worth of supplies! This is a hang-out for our children. That sweet little baby of yours is going to eventually grow up to be a noisy kid that is going to laugh and talk loudly. They will likely wake up a sleeping baby or two in their lifetime. You have GET OVER IT! And if you want your baby to sleep, go home, lay in your bed and put the baby to the breast and fall asleep yourself. At least, that is what always worked for me! Oh, and one more thing, you don't need a diaper bag stuffed to the gills. Really, you don't. All that diaper bag does is hurt your shoulder and scream NEW MOM HERE!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
I'm only going to say this once!
Kendall is stupid for telling Zach she slept with Aidan. Greenlee is just a dumbass all together (and by the way, the "old" Greenlee should have stayed gone). Adrianna is a bitch and needs to f* off. Rex and Gigi will end up together, happily ever after. And Cole? He's twice as big as nasty old Todd, why doesn't he just take him?
Us moms do watch soap operas, don't let anyone tell you different. The reason why they don't tell you is that they don't want you to think that we sit on the couch eating bon-bons while we do it. We use our DVRs wisely... we multi-task. Especially us moms that work from home. It's amazing how much work you can get done on the computer while sitting on the couch, watching soaps and eating bon-bons!
Us moms do watch soap operas, don't let anyone tell you different. The reason why they don't tell you is that they don't want you to think that we sit on the couch eating bon-bons while we do it. We use our DVRs wisely... we multi-task. Especially us moms that work from home. It's amazing how much work you can get done on the computer while sitting on the couch, watching soaps and eating bon-bons!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Quick update!
Some of my readers have asked about Tricia - the woman waiting for a double lung transplant. She received her new lungs overnight! Please continue to pray for Tricia, her husband Nate, and their baby girl who was born 15+ weeks early because of her mom's CF. You can read all about this wonderful little family on Nate's blog: Confessions of a CF Husband
Also, please keep the family of the donor in your prayers. Their loss means life for others. The decision they made was hard, but means so much. God give them the strength to grieve, and know the gift they have given others. If you haven't signed up to be an organ donor yet, please do so. You can visit your Secretary of State's website and sign up there. Also please let your family know your intentions.
Also, please keep the family of the donor in your prayers. Their loss means life for others. The decision they made was hard, but means so much. God give them the strength to grieve, and know the gift they have given others. If you haven't signed up to be an organ donor yet, please do so. You can visit your Secretary of State's website and sign up there. Also please let your family know your intentions.
It's that time of the year!
I had plenty of time to shower this morning, and shave every area that was in need (you have to realize that being Italian, the shaving process can take anywhere from a 5 minute touch up, to an entire 15 minutes of fine grooming). I slipped on clean cotton underwear, great jeans and a top, and I was off! A touch of lip gloss, and I was READY!
It's the annual gynecological appointment!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over the past 15 years, I've had my fair share of time in the stirrups. From pre-cancerous cells on my ever-lovin' cervix that needed to be removed, the bi-monthly paps that followed for a year, to the oh-so-wonderful infertility treatments, I think everyone in the state of Illinois and then some, has seen my crotch. I used to not worry about the grooming part, but then I thought, "Geez, my doctor sees hundreds of these things every day, why not make it look pretty?"
Oh, I'm not a Brazillian type of gal, but when you're a hairy Italian, you need to keep things in check. And besides, pool season is coming. So, I try to keep groomed, even in the winter and non-swimsuit seasons.
But the funniest thing happened BEFORE I got up into the stirrup room. I am sitting in the waiting room, which is filled with enormously pregnant women. There is a woman sitting across from me, with her 3 year old son. The kid had little cars and was making zoom-zoom noises, but high-pitched. Like glass-shattering squeals. You could tell that at nine months pregnant, that mom was getting a little irritated. Then I hear the about-to-burst woman next to me say, "I just can't wait! Imagine our little man playing like that one day!" to her husband as she rubs her belly. Oh brother! Is she in for a culture shock! Wait until Junior runs his metal cars across her dining room table, leaving gouges behind!
Well, this year is behind me. I'm sure next year there will be another little diddy I can post about. After all, there is something rather amusing about seeing enormously pregnant women while you are wearing a pair of slimming jeans with heels!
It's the annual gynecological appointment!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over the past 15 years, I've had my fair share of time in the stirrups. From pre-cancerous cells on my ever-lovin' cervix that needed to be removed, the bi-monthly paps that followed for a year, to the oh-so-wonderful infertility treatments, I think everyone in the state of Illinois and then some, has seen my crotch. I used to not worry about the grooming part, but then I thought, "Geez, my doctor sees hundreds of these things every day, why not make it look pretty?"
Oh, I'm not a Brazillian type of gal, but when you're a hairy Italian, you need to keep things in check. And besides, pool season is coming. So, I try to keep groomed, even in the winter and non-swimsuit seasons.
But the funniest thing happened BEFORE I got up into the stirrup room. I am sitting in the waiting room, which is filled with enormously pregnant women. There is a woman sitting across from me, with her 3 year old son. The kid had little cars and was making zoom-zoom noises, but high-pitched. Like glass-shattering squeals. You could tell that at nine months pregnant, that mom was getting a little irritated. Then I hear the about-to-burst woman next to me say, "I just can't wait! Imagine our little man playing like that one day!" to her husband as she rubs her belly. Oh brother! Is she in for a culture shock! Wait until Junior runs his metal cars across her dining room table, leaving gouges behind!
Well, this year is behind me. I'm sure next year there will be another little diddy I can post about. After all, there is something rather amusing about seeing enormously pregnant women while you are wearing a pair of slimming jeans with heels!
Monday, March 31, 2008
And the Bad Mommy award goes to....
ME of course! I had kicked the kidlets and the husband out so I could work on our taxes when the phone call came. "Are you guys coming?" I quickly flip through the family calender and see it there in red permanent marker, "J's Birthday Party 1-4pm". My 6 year old's best little girlfriend. I blew it. I completely forgot about J's birthday party! ARGH!!!!!
But what I want to know, is why is this type of thing all the mom's fault? Why wasn't my other half responsible in some way? He remembered his boy's night out on Saturday, why couldn't he have remembered the birthday party? I laid in bed last night with the worst mommy guilt. How the Hell would I explain this to my daughter before she faced J at school in the morning? While I stared at the ceiling at 2am, the other half was snoring away!
So now I'm sitting here hitting myself over the head, thinking of ways to make it up to both girls. A trip to Build A Bear? A trip to Libby Lu? How about if I just hand each of them a $50 and call it a day? I'm sure my other half is sitting at his desk, worrying about the same thing. (Yeah, right.)
So does mommy guilt ever go away? Is this why we end up in therapy? I love therapy by the way, and highly recommend it!
************************************************************************************
On a serious note, please continue to think good thoughts and pray (if you are the praying type) for Tricia and Nate. They received word last night that a set of lungs were available only to learn in the wee hours of the morning that they weren't suitable for Tricia. Bless the family that made the choice to donate organs! Please sign the back of your driver's license and tell your family your wishes to be an organ donor.
To read about Tricia, Nate & their beautiful baby girl, please visit: Confessions of a CF Husband
But what I want to know, is why is this type of thing all the mom's fault? Why wasn't my other half responsible in some way? He remembered his boy's night out on Saturday, why couldn't he have remembered the birthday party? I laid in bed last night with the worst mommy guilt. How the Hell would I explain this to my daughter before she faced J at school in the morning? While I stared at the ceiling at 2am, the other half was snoring away!
So now I'm sitting here hitting myself over the head, thinking of ways to make it up to both girls. A trip to Build A Bear? A trip to Libby Lu? How about if I just hand each of them a $50 and call it a day? I'm sure my other half is sitting at his desk, worrying about the same thing. (Yeah, right.)
So does mommy guilt ever go away? Is this why we end up in therapy? I love therapy by the way, and highly recommend it!
************************************************************************************
On a serious note, please continue to think good thoughts and pray (if you are the praying type) for Tricia and Nate. They received word last night that a set of lungs were available only to learn in the wee hours of the morning that they weren't suitable for Tricia. Bless the family that made the choice to donate organs! Please sign the back of your driver's license and tell your family your wishes to be an organ donor.
To read about Tricia, Nate & their beautiful baby girl, please visit: Confessions of a CF Husband
Friday, March 28, 2008
The New "Nooner"
Remember those pre-kids days when you could sit and watch TV, whether it be Friends, Seinfeld or porn, any old time of the day? Well here I am at 1:30am watching some adult TV. No, not porn! But stuff that I wouldn't want my kids to see or hear. They have heard the word, "SEX" more times that I care to admit, but I have yet to have the question asked. And that is fine with me.
(As the mother of two girls, with more curiosity than most, I had an abbreviated tampon talk with them once. They see the book, "The Care and Keeping of You" as a bedtime story.)
I digress.
So, my new nooner is usually around midnight, with my DVR and my remote. So when I hear the word "SEX" I can remember the good old days. When I had some. At midnight. And not watching others doing it on TV.
(As the mother of two girls, with more curiosity than most, I had an abbreviated tampon talk with them once. They see the book, "The Care and Keeping of You" as a bedtime story.)
I digress.
So, my new nooner is usually around midnight, with my DVR and my remote. So when I hear the word "SEX" I can remember the good old days. When I had some. At midnight. And not watching others doing it on TV.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Spring Break
It is that time of the year again! Spring break! This is definitely a "man" made thing. Us moms? Nope. The kids would be in school year round without a day's break if you ask me. Not that I don't love my children. I do! But when they are at home, without the structure of the daily grind, they turn into fighting, whining little brats. And I say that in the most sincere of ways!
But what has really gotten to me is the mess in the house. Everywhere I look there are dirty socks, empty cups, video games, and just a mess everywhere I go! And that is just the mess my husband leaves behind! With the girls home, I have Webkinz, Barbies, American Girl dolls, dress-up clothes, baby dolls, clothes (should I go on?) laying all over the place.
Since both children have been nothing but sick this past winter (I am on a first name basis with both school nurses, and all 4 pediatricians in the practice), I vowed that the three of us would stay home this week and stay away from certain childhood cesspools of infections. That lasted a day. My father in law asked if he could take the girls to this local indoor fun park yesterday, and of course I couldn't resist a few hours of silence!
Well, I best be getting to the vacuum. If I can find it. Under the candy wrappers and dirty socks.
But what has really gotten to me is the mess in the house. Everywhere I look there are dirty socks, empty cups, video games, and just a mess everywhere I go! And that is just the mess my husband leaves behind! With the girls home, I have Webkinz, Barbies, American Girl dolls, dress-up clothes, baby dolls, clothes (should I go on?) laying all over the place.
Since both children have been nothing but sick this past winter (I am on a first name basis with both school nurses, and all 4 pediatricians in the practice), I vowed that the three of us would stay home this week and stay away from certain childhood cesspools of infections. That lasted a day. My father in law asked if he could take the girls to this local indoor fun park yesterday, and of course I couldn't resist a few hours of silence!
Well, I best be getting to the vacuum. If I can find it. Under the candy wrappers and dirty socks.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)