It's been almost two months since I've posted!!! I feel like such a bum.
I've been without internet more so in the last month than normal. I started back to work, moved, and now the holidays have begun.
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I'm going to write a super fantabulous blog, a blog to blow your mind. Yea, as soon as I find a great topic and some time.
I want some suggestions. Give me a topic and let's see what kind of crum I can spit out. Seriously, writer's block might be factor in my failure to post....
Give me some suggestions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Tell me how you really feel...
I have been thinking a lot about what I wanted to write about today, just sorting through ideas and what not. And as I was researching one topic another one came to mind. I was researching what Attachment Parenting was and I clicked on a tab dedicated to the API view on discipline. If you want to find out about AP I will write a blog about it one day, until then just visit their website here. Whether or not you are for, against, or indifferent to AP, they have a good point in their beliefs and I like what I have read so far.
So, I guess you're wondering what the topic is huh? It's negative emotions. Yes, researching parenting techniques led me to want to write about negative emotions. Not just in general, but my own.
I want to point out that I know no one cares about my personal problems and it's my own fault for whatever may come from me discussing my feelings to the internet. I also want to point out I don't care. And for those that know me, I never want to discuss this post in "real life". Ever. Moving on.
I finally admitted to myself that I am a very angry person and I have been for a long time. I'm not sure why. I have a job that pays the bills (most days), a husband that loves me (most days), two sons that I wouldn't trade for the whole world (most days), and great friends (most days). Perhaps a good therapist is in my future haha. I have been struggling a lot this year with my negative emotions, mainly my anger. As a family we weren't communicating very well. There were a lot of changes happening in our life and it was easier to ignore the problems then to face them. It greatly impacted my marriage and not in a good way. I was just angry all the time. I have heard and read that anger is a secondary emotion; meaning that an emotion such as fear or sadness causes the angry emotion.
To me anger is a three layer issue.
1. Something causes a negative emotion, exhaustion perhaps.
2. Something stirs up all your emotions; let's say a snarky comment from your significant other.
3. Your brain chooses another emotion, anger. It's so much easier to be angry and say ugly things than to eloquently express how much you didn't like it. And it's even easier to be angry when that is always the go to emotion; it's what you're used to.
4. A three hour screaming fight ensues followed by an hour of crying. (I may or may not have firsthand experience.)
All this happened because you were tired. Ok, so that seems to be a four layer issue, but you know they vary. Until you realize what emotion prompted the anger emotion you'll never get to the root of the problem. It's not always so easy to admit "I'm afraid" or "I'm sad".
Since having the baby a month ago I have experienced a bit of the "baby blues", it happens to a lot of women and as I read in my "going home" packet from the hospital so do some men. A baby impacts your life in so many ways, often times you don't even realize how much. For instance, I am not yet ready to take a shower when I am home alone with the baby. Which really stinks when you stink? With those baby blues a lot of anger has come with them. So in theory there have been a lot of other negative emotions on top of other negative emotions. Now, don't get me wrong I haven't been this happy with my life in a long time. For the second time, my life has been changed forever, for the better by a little baby boy and I could never imagine a life without Linc and HB. Hearing my oldest son tell me how much he loves his little brother melts my heart and tells me I have done at least one thing right with that kid. I taught him to love.
Still, you can't predict or over rule how your body or mind decides to feel. Good or bad.
I was thinking the other day about the term "Mother's guilt". Generally it refers to the guilt one's mother gives their children. You know the "I gave up being a Vegas show girl to raise your kids and you can't even bring me flowers on my birthday." type guilt. Because it was TOTALLY your choice for your mother to raise you instead of living her dreams. No, I mean the guilt WE feel as mothers. Mothers get judged a lot. "Oh, you're not breast feeding?" or "You put your baby in short sleeves? It's 70 degrees outside. The wind might BLOW!!" Then there are the 50 million other times we judge ourselves or make ourselves feel guilty. "I shouldn't be mad that my kid wants to behave like one when I want him to behave like an adult. He doesn't get to be a kid nearly as long as he has to be an adult." or "If I could stay home and not work, my house would be clean all the time, I would teach them French, and serve a home cooked meal." There are a million other situations, but all of them have a negative effect. They hurt our feelings, cause worry, and make us feel inadequate. In other words, it sucks. Maybe that's why women feel the need to pass along the guilt? Misery loves company?
So what do you do when you're overwhelmed, tired, stressed, sad, feeling guilty, afraid, and angry all at once? How do you figure out what feeling is creating the anger? How do you deal with your emotions properly? How do you make yourself happy? How do you express what you are really feeling and not just the anger? No really, I want to know. I haven't got a clue.
I do know one thing. Recognizing you are having emotional problems is the first step. Especially if those are feelings of harming yourself or others. Every person has someone they are meant to save and vice versa.
All the things that create my negative emotions are the things that create my positive emotions. That's just how it works. I guess I have to try harder to let go and enjoy them.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Am I ready for this??
Fact: I have problems finishing things I start.
Fact: I throw myself into crazy, fun projects that require more of my time and attention than I have to give. Then the first fact kicks in.
Fact: I am afraid I have done it again.
I cannot recall how it happend or what I was doing to spark the interest. All I know is that one day I was at work ( I assume this is the case as I have limited internet access at home... but shhh, don't tell) and I got the idea that I should Cloth Diaper. I would have looked at you like you had two heads and had asked me to drink the Kool-Aid if you had suggested Cloth Diapering to me just a minute before I had my change of heart.
Well, anyway I don't know how it happend or what it was that triggered my obsession. It's all just a blur. I started researching. I wanted to know EVERYTHING. How they work, how you wash them, what styles there were, what were the benefits, what were the draw backs. All of it. I had to know. Once I found out how much I could save, and how rare it is for CD babies to get rashes, and how ADORABLE the patterns were, I was hooked.
I found tons of forums, blogs, and online retail shops. I got to read from real moms their own experiences and that really helped me make the choice to switch.
Reasons why I want to Cloth Diaper.....
My oldest could get a diaper rash as easy as it is to tie your shoe and at two weeks old I have already had to break out the diaper rash cream for HB. All the horrible things that disposable diapers are made of are the main reason for this.
Did you know that diapers that end up in the landfills will out live us all? They are made of so many chemicals and platics that just won't break down. It's disgusting. As a parent, how can I sit here and dream for a better future for my kids, save for their college tuitions, and hope they are more successful, happy, and healthier than I am and then literally throw their crap in a pile and hope for the best? That's just not right.
For anyone that has had to regularly change a disposable diaper, you have seen or heard of those "crystals" that are inside disposable diapers. It's been a while since I've had to change a diaper, but already I have had to wipe that crap off of HB. And his diaper hadn't even exploded!!! How can a fully intact diaper let that junk out? And from a reputable disposable diaper brand! Do you know what that stuff is?? It's what they beleive caused Toxic Shock Syndrome from the use of tampons. They removed it from tampons in 1985, but it is still allowed in diapers and feminide pads.
So after all my research I discovered that CD will be cheaper, safer, softer, more responsible, and just as convienant as disposables. How could I say no.
I decided that All In Ones and Pockets would be most likely be best for us. I need quick and easy and low maintenance. Since I am a WOHM, I won't be the only one changing diapers (thank goodness!). So far I have only purchased pocket style diapers. At some point I will buy some AIO's and potentially some other types as well. I love to shop for shoes and purses, they are my weakness. I mean clothes are great, but if you saw the amount of extra fat that my stomach, thighs, and ass have accumulated after 2 kids, you would understand why I would much rather purchase things that will never be too small. With that said, I may have found my new buying obsessions. They are just sooo cute! And worth every penny.
The other day I finally decided I had to wash them for the first time. Much like new underwear or sheets. You want to wash them before you use them. I have ben avoiding doing this since they arrived in the mail over a month ago. I was so nervous. See, different brands and fabrics all have different washing instructions. As do the wet bags (bags that you put dirty diapers in between washes and during outings).
Once they were washed and dried, I had no excuse to put it off any longer. I had to start using them. Since I didn't get newborn size diapers I had to wait until HB was big enough to use the ones I did purchase. At his 2 week check up he indeed was over 8 pounds, so I had no reason not to start. I really was secretly hoping he was still too small that first day. He wasn't.
They are a bit big and his newborn clothes are now almost too small. It took me a good 10 minutes to adjust his car seat before leaving the house today. In the next couple months they will look less like a bad butt implant and more like a normal diaper.
I am happy to report that we are 43 hours into Cloth Diapering and doing just fine. I really feel like WonderWOHM today. I even decided to leave the house today and I didn't bring any disposable diapers! Which is a bit funny to me since I thought we would just Cloth Diaper during the day and use disposables at night. Now I don't even think we'll see another disposable in my house.... Unless I get lazy with the laundry.... which is a possibility since I HATE to do laundry....
(Which takes me back to the first three lines of this post....)
If you are a parent of a child in diapers or one day will be a parent, I really urge you to consider cloth. No matter what stage of diapers your child is in. They make potty training cloth diapers, diapers can be used for multiple children, and have an amazing resale value. Yes, you can sell your used cloth diapers. Reduce. Reuse. Rediaper.
I would like to say that I am part of a generation of parents that want to give back to our kids and make up for mankinds mistakes by preparing a cleaner and less wasteful planet.
I HIGHLY recommend reading Changing Diapers: The Hip Mom's Guide to Modern Cloth Diapering by Kelly Wels. It reassured me that I was making the right choice and answered so many questions that I searched all over the internet for. I'm not sure if it is available in e-reader format. I have a copy I will loan out if anyone is seriously considering the switch. I will attach some links to websites that helped me the most!
kellyscloset.com
diapershops.com
kellywels.com
allaboutclothdiapers.com
These are just a couple and my favorite.... I'll add more as I find them and remember them!
And as a CD mommy told me "It's just laundry and they're just diapers."
Fact: I throw myself into crazy, fun projects that require more of my time and attention than I have to give. Then the first fact kicks in.
Fact: I am afraid I have done it again.
I cannot recall how it happend or what I was doing to spark the interest. All I know is that one day I was at work ( I assume this is the case as I have limited internet access at home... but shhh, don't tell) and I got the idea that I should Cloth Diaper. I would have looked at you like you had two heads and had asked me to drink the Kool-Aid if you had suggested Cloth Diapering to me just a minute before I had my change of heart.
Well, anyway I don't know how it happend or what it was that triggered my obsession. It's all just a blur. I started researching. I wanted to know EVERYTHING. How they work, how you wash them, what styles there were, what were the benefits, what were the draw backs. All of it. I had to know. Once I found out how much I could save, and how rare it is for CD babies to get rashes, and how ADORABLE the patterns were, I was hooked.
I found tons of forums, blogs, and online retail shops. I got to read from real moms their own experiences and that really helped me make the choice to switch.
Reasons why I want to Cloth Diaper.....
My oldest could get a diaper rash as easy as it is to tie your shoe and at two weeks old I have already had to break out the diaper rash cream for HB. All the horrible things that disposable diapers are made of are the main reason for this.
Did you know that diapers that end up in the landfills will out live us all? They are made of so many chemicals and platics that just won't break down. It's disgusting. As a parent, how can I sit here and dream for a better future for my kids, save for their college tuitions, and hope they are more successful, happy, and healthier than I am and then literally throw their crap in a pile and hope for the best? That's just not right.
For anyone that has had to regularly change a disposable diaper, you have seen or heard of those "crystals" that are inside disposable diapers. It's been a while since I've had to change a diaper, but already I have had to wipe that crap off of HB. And his diaper hadn't even exploded!!! How can a fully intact diaper let that junk out? And from a reputable disposable diaper brand! Do you know what that stuff is?? It's what they beleive caused Toxic Shock Syndrome from the use of tampons. They removed it from tampons in 1985, but it is still allowed in diapers and feminide pads.
So after all my research I discovered that CD will be cheaper, safer, softer, more responsible, and just as convienant as disposables. How could I say no.
I decided that All In Ones and Pockets would be most likely be best for us. I need quick and easy and low maintenance. Since I am a WOHM, I won't be the only one changing diapers (thank goodness!). So far I have only purchased pocket style diapers. At some point I will buy some AIO's and potentially some other types as well. I love to shop for shoes and purses, they are my weakness. I mean clothes are great, but if you saw the amount of extra fat that my stomach, thighs, and ass have accumulated after 2 kids, you would understand why I would much rather purchase things that will never be too small. With that said, I may have found my new buying obsessions. They are just sooo cute! And worth every penny.
The other day I finally decided I had to wash them for the first time. Much like new underwear or sheets. You want to wash them before you use them. I have ben avoiding doing this since they arrived in the mail over a month ago. I was so nervous. See, different brands and fabrics all have different washing instructions. As do the wet bags (bags that you put dirty diapers in between washes and during outings).
Once they were washed and dried, I had no excuse to put it off any longer. I had to start using them. Since I didn't get newborn size diapers I had to wait until HB was big enough to use the ones I did purchase. At his 2 week check up he indeed was over 8 pounds, so I had no reason not to start. I really was secretly hoping he was still too small that first day. He wasn't.
They are a bit big and his newborn clothes are now almost too small. It took me a good 10 minutes to adjust his car seat before leaving the house today. In the next couple months they will look less like a bad butt implant and more like a normal diaper.
I am happy to report that we are 43 hours into Cloth Diapering and doing just fine. I really feel like WonderWOHM today. I even decided to leave the house today and I didn't bring any disposable diapers! Which is a bit funny to me since I thought we would just Cloth Diaper during the day and use disposables at night. Now I don't even think we'll see another disposable in my house.... Unless I get lazy with the laundry.... which is a possibility since I HATE to do laundry....
(Which takes me back to the first three lines of this post....)
If you are a parent of a child in diapers or one day will be a parent, I really urge you to consider cloth. No matter what stage of diapers your child is in. They make potty training cloth diapers, diapers can be used for multiple children, and have an amazing resale value. Yes, you can sell your used cloth diapers. Reduce. Reuse. Rediaper.
I would like to say that I am part of a generation of parents that want to give back to our kids and make up for mankinds mistakes by preparing a cleaner and less wasteful planet.
I HIGHLY recommend reading Changing Diapers: The Hip Mom's Guide to Modern Cloth Diapering by Kelly Wels. It reassured me that I was making the right choice and answered so many questions that I searched all over the internet for. I'm not sure if it is available in e-reader format. I have a copy I will loan out if anyone is seriously considering the switch. I will attach some links to websites that helped me the most!
kellyscloset.com
diapershops.com
kellywels.com
allaboutclothdiapers.com
These are just a couple and my favorite.... I'll add more as I find them and remember them!
And as a CD mommy told me "It's just laundry and they're just diapers."
Saturday, September 15, 2012
My best week ever!
Let me tell you about the best week ever! We experienced a couple
of amazing things in my family that I will cherish and hold onto for the rest of my life. My
life will never be the same again. I'll tell you all about it in chronological
order. Oldest first right? ;) This post is a little delayed, but you'll perhaps understand why by the end of it.
On Tuesday (the day after labor day) my son started Kindergarten. I have never been so scared, anxious, and excited all at once. For obvious reasons this was an exciting day that we have been waiting for his whole life.
I was asked whether or not he was excited to go and my answer was always "He can't wait. I'm the nervous one." For anyone that didn't also have a child entering school that day, I was crazy. They all said "But, he's the one going to school." No one could understand that I had to put all my trust into my sweet and innocent boy and a bunch of STRANGERS.
I had to trust my son to behave, listen to his teacher, be kind to others, make new friends, eat the lunch I packed, get on and off the bus safely, use the bathroom.... Umm... I think you get the idea. BUT, more importantly I had to learn to trust other adults, strangers at that, to care for my child. There are hundreds of other kids in his school and the sometimes scary thing about school is, the adults are outnumbered.
We all made it through the first week of school. I didn't get any phone calls telling me my son was in trouble for turning his classmates into his own private platoon to kill zombies. He loves to kill zombies. So, I guess you would call it a success. We had to drive him to school a couple of days this week because we missed the bus. This morning he was rushing his dad because he didn't want to miss it again. It was pretty funny to hear him. So far he seems to like his teacher and his different classes.
Today was another P.E. class and I asked how it went. He told me that it was fine, but that he didn't see the girl with the flower in her hair that he had seen last time. She apparently was a first grader that wouldn't tell him her name. He was pretty sad about it.
So overall it seems that school is going well and that he will hopefully thrive and I will hopefully survive. We just hope that he'll find a love for school that neither one of his parents really had. The best part I guess of having kids in school is getting to relive all of the fun things like art projects and field trips.
That is how my week started. Now let me tell you how my week ended.
Friday started out like any normal Friday. I woke up and went to work. I got off work a little before 7:30 and decided to meet a friend for dinner. I was on the phone with my husband telling about the new issue I was having with my car. I hung up the phone, pulled into a parking spot, and my water broke. It was about 8 pm.
I was fairly suprised, I wasn't having any signs of labor, at all. When the on call doctor called me back and asked what was going on. I said that either my water broke or I just peed myself. He didn't think it was as funny as I did.
I was told to go to the hospital. The problem was I was STARVING! After all, I was about to eat dinner and once you're in the hospital, you don't get to eat until it's all over. It could have been the next day before I could get a chance at food. I had spent the last couple weeks of my pregnancy treating every meal as if it were my last. I made sure that whatever I ate it was yummy and worthwhile. And here I was, getting cheated out of even getting my last meal. Details, details....
Well my friend was kind enough to drive me to the hospital and sat with me until my husband arrived. She was so relieved to see him, otherwise it would have been her holding my hand. Whether or not she wanted to be there.
By the time my husband and a few family members had arrived and I had gotten checked in, my contractions had started and started to get pretty intense. It was 8:45. From the get go I had said I wanted an epideral. I had one with my first and I don't care what you say or think I wanted one. I am not too proud to say that I am not fit for natural labor.
The anisthesiologist was in the OR, but I was told that as soon as they were done he would be in. In the mean time they offered me something to help me handle my contractions. I gladly accepted. Problem is, it didn't make the pain go away, it just made me ALMOST loopy enough to make me not care about the pain.
Well, to save you all from the gorey details.... I was progressing too quickly to wait for the anesthesiologist. He was still in the OR.
I didn't get my epidural. I experienced first hand natural child birth. It is official. I am done having children. If there is even a 1% chance of doing that again, I would like to gracefully bow out now of having any more kids.
At 10:05 pm I gave birth to a 7lb. 9 oz. 20.5 inch baby boy. That's right start to finish, TWO hours and no epidural. I am currently patting myself on the back.
We're exhausted (at least I am), but home and healthy.
On Tuesday (the day after labor day) my son started Kindergarten. I have never been so scared, anxious, and excited all at once. For obvious reasons this was an exciting day that we have been waiting for his whole life.
I was asked whether or not he was excited to go and my answer was always "He can't wait. I'm the nervous one." For anyone that didn't also have a child entering school that day, I was crazy. They all said "But, he's the one going to school." No one could understand that I had to put all my trust into my sweet and innocent boy and a bunch of STRANGERS.
I had to trust my son to behave, listen to his teacher, be kind to others, make new friends, eat the lunch I packed, get on and off the bus safely, use the bathroom.... Umm... I think you get the idea. BUT, more importantly I had to learn to trust other adults, strangers at that, to care for my child. There are hundreds of other kids in his school and the sometimes scary thing about school is, the adults are outnumbered.
We all made it through the first week of school. I didn't get any phone calls telling me my son was in trouble for turning his classmates into his own private platoon to kill zombies. He loves to kill zombies. So, I guess you would call it a success. We had to drive him to school a couple of days this week because we missed the bus. This morning he was rushing his dad because he didn't want to miss it again. It was pretty funny to hear him. So far he seems to like his teacher and his different classes.
Today was another P.E. class and I asked how it went. He told me that it was fine, but that he didn't see the girl with the flower in her hair that he had seen last time. She apparently was a first grader that wouldn't tell him her name. He was pretty sad about it.
So overall it seems that school is going well and that he will hopefully thrive and I will hopefully survive. We just hope that he'll find a love for school that neither one of his parents really had. The best part I guess of having kids in school is getting to relive all of the fun things like art projects and field trips.
That is how my week started. Now let me tell you how my week ended.
Friday started out like any normal Friday. I woke up and went to work. I got off work a little before 7:30 and decided to meet a friend for dinner. I was on the phone with my husband telling about the new issue I was having with my car. I hung up the phone, pulled into a parking spot, and my water broke. It was about 8 pm.
I was fairly suprised, I wasn't having any signs of labor, at all. When the on call doctor called me back and asked what was going on. I said that either my water broke or I just peed myself. He didn't think it was as funny as I did.
I was told to go to the hospital. The problem was I was STARVING! After all, I was about to eat dinner and once you're in the hospital, you don't get to eat until it's all over. It could have been the next day before I could get a chance at food. I had spent the last couple weeks of my pregnancy treating every meal as if it were my last. I made sure that whatever I ate it was yummy and worthwhile. And here I was, getting cheated out of even getting my last meal. Details, details....
Well my friend was kind enough to drive me to the hospital and sat with me until my husband arrived. She was so relieved to see him, otherwise it would have been her holding my hand. Whether or not she wanted to be there.
By the time my husband and a few family members had arrived and I had gotten checked in, my contractions had started and started to get pretty intense. It was 8:45. From the get go I had said I wanted an epideral. I had one with my first and I don't care what you say or think I wanted one. I am not too proud to say that I am not fit for natural labor.
The anisthesiologist was in the OR, but I was told that as soon as they were done he would be in. In the mean time they offered me something to help me handle my contractions. I gladly accepted. Problem is, it didn't make the pain go away, it just made me ALMOST loopy enough to make me not care about the pain.
Well, to save you all from the gorey details.... I was progressing too quickly to wait for the anesthesiologist. He was still in the OR.
I didn't get my epidural. I experienced first hand natural child birth. It is official. I am done having children. If there is even a 1% chance of doing that again, I would like to gracefully bow out now of having any more kids.
At 10:05 pm I gave birth to a 7lb. 9 oz. 20.5 inch baby boy. That's right start to finish, TWO hours and no epidural. I am currently patting myself on the back.
We're exhausted (at least I am), but home and healthy.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
That's Professor Procrastinator, with a capital P
For those of you that really know me, you know I am expert at procrastination and laziness. (Both wonderful attributes in a mother, I know). Now, normally it doesn't cause too many issues. If the work gets done by it's due date, it got done right? I mean does it matter that instead of working on something over the course of weeks or months, I choose to cram it all into one day? NO! I mean really, I've written "A" worthy papers at 2 am the night before they are due. I am an ace at it (thanks Mom!) and I work well under pressure.
In fact, I am at the procrastination routine at this VERY moment! I said I was going to hang up the rest of the baby clothes today. I even went to Target and bought more hangers!! After a sad realization the other night that my hanger to clothes ratio were not in my favor, I decided to go to bed. Instead, this blog was created.... See, sometimes Pro-time can lead to wonderful things! Any who, since I am once again blogging, it must mean something important is being ignored. It is true. I didn't touch a single outfit to get hung in the closet. I almost forgot where I put the hangers (they're at the bottom of my bed- 3 feet away from me). I also bought a new hamper for my dirty clothes, a tall one that the dog can't lay in. (Exciting stuff, I know!) The damn thing is overflowing! Next time I'll go buy one AFTER I've done the laundry. That way it will look empty for a while and in turn it will look like I do laundry more than once a week (or two)...
What's really sad about the hamper purchase. Aside from the obvious.... I have a basket of clean clothes RIGHT next to it and one in my son's room. Why? Well, because I am Professor P. I wash the clothes, then I dry the clothes or hang dry the clothes, then eventually put them in the dryer to fluff out, then I carry them upstairs, and then that's it.
Laundry loses it's charm with me very easily. Not to mention, I can dig through a basket of clean clothes like a champ (thank again Mom!- she is going to hate me). Once they're clean, what more do you need? Organization? Wrinkle free clothes? Efficiency? A obstacle free bedroom? Meh... Though, I can see both the dirty clothes and the clean clothes out of the corner of my eye and it's annoying me. I also have a strong need to be organized. I have a plan and place for everything. It's just a matter of executing my plans. You know, focusing on the issue at hand.
Let me back up. The reason I am telling you this is that I for some reason I think that the baby won't come until after I am done prepping. So, the longer I put it off, the more time I have to be lazy and only have to care for one very independant child. As opposed to a newborn. Not to mention, the memories of childbirth are trickling back and I could really put that off for a while, for sure.
In a way my thinking is logical. Step B can't happen until Step A is done. Well, I keep forgetting, babies don't follow steps or rules or their mommies laziness. Am I the only one that has this problem? I really need and want to finish getting ready for the baby. I have one more box of Cloth Diapers that I am waiting for and I will have everything that I need. I just can't find the motivation or the energy.
Hopefully I am not alone in my thinking. Here's to tomorrow!!!! Wish me luck!
In fact, I am at the procrastination routine at this VERY moment! I said I was going to hang up the rest of the baby clothes today. I even went to Target and bought more hangers!! After a sad realization the other night that my hanger to clothes ratio were not in my favor, I decided to go to bed. Instead, this blog was created.... See, sometimes Pro-time can lead to wonderful things! Any who, since I am once again blogging, it must mean something important is being ignored. It is true. I didn't touch a single outfit to get hung in the closet. I almost forgot where I put the hangers (they're at the bottom of my bed- 3 feet away from me). I also bought a new hamper for my dirty clothes, a tall one that the dog can't lay in. (Exciting stuff, I know!) The damn thing is overflowing! Next time I'll go buy one AFTER I've done the laundry. That way it will look empty for a while and in turn it will look like I do laundry more than once a week (or two)...
What's really sad about the hamper purchase. Aside from the obvious.... I have a basket of clean clothes RIGHT next to it and one in my son's room. Why? Well, because I am Professor P. I wash the clothes, then I dry the clothes or hang dry the clothes, then eventually put them in the dryer to fluff out, then I carry them upstairs, and then that's it.
Laundry loses it's charm with me very easily. Not to mention, I can dig through a basket of clean clothes like a champ (thank again Mom!- she is going to hate me). Once they're clean, what more do you need? Organization? Wrinkle free clothes? Efficiency? A obstacle free bedroom? Meh... Though, I can see both the dirty clothes and the clean clothes out of the corner of my eye and it's annoying me. I also have a strong need to be organized. I have a plan and place for everything. It's just a matter of executing my plans. You know, focusing on the issue at hand.
Let me back up. The reason I am telling you this is that I for some reason I think that the baby won't come until after I am done prepping. So, the longer I put it off, the more time I have to be lazy and only have to care for one very independant child. As opposed to a newborn. Not to mention, the memories of childbirth are trickling back and I could really put that off for a while, for sure.
In a way my thinking is logical. Step B can't happen until Step A is done. Well, I keep forgetting, babies don't follow steps or rules or their mommies laziness. Am I the only one that has this problem? I really need and want to finish getting ready for the baby. I have one more box of Cloth Diapers that I am waiting for and I will have everything that I need. I just can't find the motivation or the energy.
Hopefully I am not alone in my thinking. Here's to tomorrow!!!! Wish me luck!
Monday, August 27, 2012
My first post
So at this moment I have been 25 for a full 28 minutes. For some reason I have been dreading the arrival of this birthday for a good six months to a year. I'm not really sure why. I mean in theory I have my life together and I generally have learned to make good choices. I mean, I don't live in my mother's basement and I make more than minimum wage. What more could I ask for??
Let me tell you where I sit at this point in my life and you can feel free to suggest what you think my problem is... but, be kind. I don't like Internet Trolls, which is why I have made it so that all comments get reviewed before they get published. Suckers.
So, as I said I am 25 years old. *EWWW* I am married with a 5 year old son and my second son is due in 3 weeks exactly. I have a pet Chihuahua that suffers from seizures, named Henry. I didn't pick him because of his breed, I picked him because he needed me.
I work outside of my home (full time) which explains the name WonderWOHM... get it like Wonder Woman, you know because WOHM almost sounds like woman when you say it. Go ahead and try it. See? Though I am far from being Wonder Woman or a Wonder Mom. I can dream big, this is the internet after all.
I won't disclose where I work, it doesn't REALLY matter and I won't lie, I'm sure there will be things said in this blog that will make my mother cringe. Goodness, knows how my job would feel.
To continue, I didn't go to college, but I like to consider myself moderatly successful despite that... I would have just partied myself into failing and shamed my Asian heritage for sure. So, I find it better to have saved face and money.
Some day I would like to buy a house of my own. I just want to be able to hang a picture and paint a wall with out calculating the cost and energy to cover it up or undo it.
Well, that seems like an over abundance of information for my first blog. Just a little taste of what is to come. Hope you enjoyed it, because you have to, it's my birthday and those are the rules.
Happy Birthday to me.
Let me tell you where I sit at this point in my life and you can feel free to suggest what you think my problem is... but, be kind. I don't like Internet Trolls, which is why I have made it so that all comments get reviewed before they get published. Suckers.
So, as I said I am 25 years old. *EWWW* I am married with a 5 year old son and my second son is due in 3 weeks exactly. I have a pet Chihuahua that suffers from seizures, named Henry. I didn't pick him because of his breed, I picked him because he needed me.
I work outside of my home (full time) which explains the name WonderWOHM... get it like Wonder Woman, you know because WOHM almost sounds like woman when you say it. Go ahead and try it. See? Though I am far from being Wonder Woman or a Wonder Mom. I can dream big, this is the internet after all.
I won't disclose where I work, it doesn't REALLY matter and I won't lie, I'm sure there will be things said in this blog that will make my mother cringe. Goodness, knows how my job would feel.
To continue, I didn't go to college, but I like to consider myself moderatly successful despite that... I would have just partied myself into failing and shamed my Asian heritage for sure. So, I find it better to have saved face and money.
Some day I would like to buy a house of my own. I just want to be able to hang a picture and paint a wall with out calculating the cost and energy to cover it up or undo it.
Well, that seems like an over abundance of information for my first blog. Just a little taste of what is to come. Hope you enjoyed it, because you have to, it's my birthday and those are the rules.
Happy Birthday to me.
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