Why 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...
Read MoreI’m Always in My Way
I’m what a “diplomatic person” calls a perfectionist and what a “person who loves me” calls a “f#$@king nut”. I want everything to be just right. And, guess how often that happens? Not often enough. For example, I sat down this weekend with the intention to work on Mommy’s Open Diary during Shawn’s nap which of course he decided to wake up early (each time). It’s as if he knows that mommy has something that she wants to do while he is sleeping, so let’s have a massive poop and start shouting incoherently.Then, last night, after putting Shawn soundly to bed, I turned on the computer ready to...
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