Woo Hoo

Woo Hoo

This is for all the Mommies who put their kids and or work before themselves. Keep on doing your thing, but also you deserve some you time. We work so hard :)

When your words become your legacy

Angry Talk (Comic Style)

Angry Talk (Comic Style) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll be honest with you, there are days when I wake up and wonder how I get here. This life spent unemployed, with a child who undermines me, and a Daddy who is worse. There are days I wake up at 7am like usual, and roll back over until 10 when I have to be dragged from my bed. I’ll warn you, this won’t be one of my more chipper posts.

Today, I have been yelled at, cussed at, told “I hate you”, called a liar, been told I’ve done nothing all day (more on this later, it deserves a separate rant) in no particular order, by at least one male in this house today. And it’s driving me bonkers.

I have done the laundry, washed dishes, attempted to once again potty train my son, and written a few articles for a few content mills to get some income into this house. But yet, I really have done nothing today. It’s 1:23pm, and I’m ready to go back to bed. Forget dinner, forget the half a million other things I have planned, and just go back to bed and wake up tomorrow. Or not, I really don’t care at this point.

I am sorry to everyone who doesn’t like what I have to say just now. But this is real, and it’s me, and that’s what I blog about. Thanks for reading.

Taming the beast

English: The Hudson Sea Monster. Seeing as no ...

English: The Hudson Sea Monster. Seeing as no one else put forth the effort to make a visual reference to this beast, I did. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You know the feeling, after a long hard day, when you come home, flop on your couch turn on the tv, and just try to veg out? Of course you do. Everyone has those days occasionally, some more so than others. Chances are if you’re a mother, then you also know what it’s like when half way through your veg fest, your thoughts are interrupted by a loud and demanding “MOM!” This is usually closely followed by you prying your limp body off the couch and dragging yourself to their room to complete some such task. Usually killing a spider or scaring away a monster, or looking at the painting the made on the hallway walls, and then later on cleaning up the masterpiece.

This, has been my life for the last week. I haven’t scraped any paintings off the walls lately, but I have scared away a few closet monsties who were picking on my baby boy.

Can you remember a time when all you wanted was to relax, but instead your other job (being a mom) took over? I’d love to hear about it.

Waiving the white flag

Sun Pillar

Sun Pillar (Photo credit: tomhe)

Some see surrender as defeat. Afterall, in a football game, what happens when one team doesn’t show? It’s a forfeit and the team who managed to show up wins by default. The team who was MIA is basically surrendering (although rarely willingly) to the team who managed to make it to the game. I am one of those people.

I am the type of person who refuses to ask for help when I have a problem. I’m not talking about locating the Produce isle in a store. No. I’ll ask for that so I can leave quicker and not have to wander around for 15 minutes trying to find it. I’m talking huge things.

Things that can cause me to not live the best quality life. I’ve never noticed how mentally and emotionally unhealthy my life is. I always manage to appear together in public. My private life, if some one saw it, I can’t even image what would go on inside that person’s mind.

My goal for the rest of 2013, is to live my life in a more positive and self promoting way. No more self destruction. No more false appearances. I am going to be the me, that I always knew I was.

Who is the person you are? Who do you want to be? Are they the same? I’d love to hear your comments.

Potty training the untrainable

I find myself in a place I sore I’d never be, doing something I swore I would never do. We have all done this to some degree. Like shouting something at your kids that you told yourself 5 or 10 or 15 years ago when your mom shouted it at you, that you would NEVER say that to your kids. But I’m not talking about that. No, this is much more complex. I’m talking about potty training my four year old.

 

Now, you can say and think what you want. But trust me, I’ve seen and heard it all. And It’s not like we haven’t been trying. For the last year and a half, everyday, every hour, we throw him on the potty. I’ve purchased 4 different kinds thinking that maybe he will like a Sponge Bob one, or Bob the Builder. Once we were at a store and he said he wanted a Dora one and despite the cashiers looks we bought it. We took it home, unwrapped it and he refused to sit on it. He uses it now as a step stool in his room.

 

It seems that he may just  untrainable. Yes, I know that’s a made up word, but it’s the perfect word to describe my Zaden. Although today I’m praying for a breakthrough. Just like yesterday and the day before. It feels like I’m the only mother of a four year old who tries this hard, and still had to buy diapers. So, what do you think? Am I alone?

 

it's potty time!

it’s potty time! (Photo credit: theparadigmshifter)