Thursday, October 25, 2012

Somewhere between old lady and hoochie

The other day I noticed that most of my shoes were scuffed, worn and could use a facelift. I went to Macy's, Nordstom, DSW and I noticed something. I want a 2 inch heel with a comfortable shoe because by the time I pick up my son, get home and make dinner, my feet are killing me.

I was looking at the selection of shoes and realized I'm in between 2 categories: hoochie 4 inch stilettos and old lady orthopedics. I'm honestly one step away from Mom jeans (shudder).

I was so shocked at the realization that I quickly purchased some cute 3 inches wedges that I will probably regret buying after wearing them to work just once.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Mother's group

Recently I got some advice form a mother of 4. Join a ladies group. She said no one else will understand you or your life like someone who’s going through the same thing. I went online and found a few mom groups in the area. I joined a few, just to cover my bases. One group that I’ve found has a lot of super nice Mom’s. They all seem to be fun and outgoing… just the kind of friends I need.

I got an invitation from one of the groups. It was labeled as a “family event” and that we should feel free to bring our kids. Here’s the weird part. It was at a dinner/happy hour –esque thing at a restaurant at a local hotel. What made it weirder was that they put in the invite that since we’re going to have our kids with us that we should “drink responsibly” and only drink non-alcoholic drinks. Milk-a-whaaaa? (see: Ameratrade commercial regarding the Milk-a-holic Lyndsay.)

Now, I agree that you should be responsible around your kids. You shouldn’t be boozing it up in front of them, especially if you’re driving. But, what’s really wrong with me having a class of chard with my meal? When people make comments like this I wonder if they have issue themselves with drinking. The devious part of me wants to write back and ask what the happy hour specials are.

Monday, October 8, 2012

How not to be

I'll admit when I read this title.

"Mom who glued kid's hands to wall faces life term"

Having a 2 year old is a test in patience.... I totally get it. The glass of Cab in front of me is witness to that. I stopped laughing when I read the woman had also been beating her kid. What the heck?

I don't get mothers that don't want to protect and love and smother their babies with love and affection. I would walk through fire for my baby. Hell, I would even walk through fire for my step-son, and I didn't even give birth to him. 

I've been thinking a lot about what it's like to be a Mom, and those Mom's that are bad at it. When I became a mom (and that includes being a Step-Mom) my life changed forever. And I really have a hard time with women who don't put their kids first or 2nd or even if the top 5 of their lives. 

Being a Mom is hard, so I laughed at this headline. The sad reality is that there was a Mom out there who lost it so bad that she didn't care if she hurt her 2 year old little girl. I think there's a special hell for people like that. 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

It's natural, right?

I've heard it's natural for kids to like being naked. What I didn't expect was how I found my son naked.

The night before last we had a "blankie" incident. My son has become attached to his blankie. He was never attached to things like a pacifier before, but he seems to want to drag that damn blankie everywhere.

The night before last the blankie was nowhere to be found. Turns out that the blankie was in my husband's car and he was still at work. Baby C had to cold turkey it without the blankie. It was rough getting him to bed.

Last night he went right to be and I didn't see any sort of activity on the monitor. My husband and I were getting ready for bed and went to check on the baby. There he was, buck naked in his bed with his diaper thrown in front of his crib.

Never a dull moment.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Like a bad country song

Remember those sad old country songs? Where their wife leaves them and their dog dies?

My dog’s sick. She has friggin’ dog cancer. I know everyone dies, shit I’m older than 5, I understand the realities of life. Everyone’s going to go at some point in time.  But, my DOG? My friggin’ DOG? She can’t just get hit by a car? She has to have some slow painful sort of dog cancer. What the hell, people!

Needless to say, the dog has been getting all the leftovers and dog jerky she can eat (which is a lot) and gets all the pets can sit still for.  

Monday, October 1, 2012

You know you're sleep deprived when...

This morning I was walking around the upstairs of our house thinking that the house was sort of stuffy. Fall weather has started and we're not keeping our windows open at night any more. I opened the windows, hoping that would help. I walked into one of the rooms and there was a very distinct pee smell. When we originally moved into the house we had the carpets cleaned, first thing to help with the pet odor coming from the house. I used air freshener, odor absorbing crystals, fabreeze, etc... and the house was finally starting to sleep good. I was thinking this morning that maybe that pet smell was coming back, like maybe it was still lingering in the carpet.

I used some fabreeze around the house. The next time I was upstairs I still smelled that awful pee smell. It was mostly in one particular room. Then I looked down. I was standing right in front of a trash can filled with dirty diapers.... DUH!