Complain At Your Own Risk!
I have a friend named Monée. No matter how upset, frustrated or annoyed I become with my husband her advice is always the same, “Work It Out Because There Ain’t Nothing Out Here”! Today, I was complaining to her about my husband who had just left town for business. I love him dearly but last night I was looking forward to putting S Dot to bed and having the entire house to myself. I had just poured a glass of wine, I looked horrible in the most comfortable way and I was feeling good. But, just as soon as I turned on the baby monitor and settled in for a little “me time” the phone rings. It’s...
Read MoreHello Breastfeeding! I Gave You Three Months.
I was adamant that I was going to breastfeed my son exclusively for the first 365 days of his life. I read every book you could imagine…Breastfeeding Made Simple: Seven Natural Laws for Nursing Mothers, The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, The Breastfeeding Book: Everything You Need to Know About Nursing Your Child from Birth Through Weaning and the list goes on. And, let’s not discuss the amount of online video clips I watched. Every time my husband walked passed me on the computer there was a titty on the screen. In my mind, there were NO other options. Breast milk is what my baby...
Read MoreGross & Greedy
My son will pass gas and keep going about his business. I go to change his diaper and before I have an opportunity to wipe him clean, he’s already pulling at his “unmentionables” waiting to hear me say, “Ewww, S Dot! Stop touching it!” And now he has figured out that snot forms when he cries, so he will spend 10 minutes blowing it out of his nose and feeling it ooze onto his lips. DISGUSTING! I was talking to my girlfriend about it this morning and she had me cracking up, “Oh guuurl that’s nothing! You just wait until he’s older. Then you’ll see how gross little boys can really...
Read MoreWhy Am I Doing Math?
People we need to quit it with the “baby months”. After your child hits the age of 1 years old it is my opinion that we should only account for the individual months when necessary. Some people take it too far! Why do I have to do math in order to figure out how old your kid is? Me: Oh, he’s so cute. How old is he? Her: He’s 22 months in one week. Me: Huh?!? Honestly, just say he’s almost 2 years old so I can go on about life. Now, I’m standing in front of a mother I barely know doing long division. Call me rude, but I don’t care enough about your child to do arithmetic. Then,...
Read MoreI Don’t Know How to Raise a Child!
When I was pregnant with Shawn, I remember sharing my nervousness with my father. I didn’t grow-up dreaming of having children. And, because of a few of my “less than desirable” character traits (e.g., all those associated with being a Type A personality and a typical Aries), I just knew I would drive my son into the hands of therapist. Though, I’m considered a bit of perfectionist, my husband is viewed as the calm one. He has the greatest sense of humor and the most ingenious mind, but don’t let the smooth exterior fool you, he’s a bit of a “nut” himself. Together we make for a great...
Read MorePut My Baby At The Top Of The List!
I was having lunch with a friend of mine who has a four-month old son and we were discussing the pressure of being mothers. We would love to stay home with our children but financially that is not feasible. Then, the conversation shifted to how expensive these little people are. And did you know that on top of washing and feeding them, you are expected to have them educated? Jeesh! When does it end with these kids?!?! I am going on record, right now, as the creator of a new movie premise. The film will be entitled “The List” and it is based on new parents who have to scramble to get their...
Read MoreFar From Cute
Maybe it’s just me, but with a baby and a three-level home, the amount of “unwanted” exercise a new mother gets is ridiculous. At any given moment I would have Shawn in the basement, in the kitchen, in his nursery, back to the basement, now in the living room, and of course when I needed anything of value (i.e., the bib, my medela lanolin ointment, baby wipes, that miraculous blue “soothie” pacifier, a bottle of water, my cell phone, Shawn’s favorite tweety rattle, etc…) it was ALWAYS in the room where I wasn’t! To overcome this annoyance, my home uniform became...
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