Some advise
Before I had Emily I openly admit I was one of "those" people that knew everything about parenting. I watched and made mental notes of what I knew I was going to do or what I definitely wasn't going to do. I was one of those people in Walmart trying to do some shopping and watched some mother going frantic because their child was possessed by the devil. I made the little comments like " Why can't that woman get some control over her child? Why doesn't she just spank it's ass and get on with it?"... Snicker, Snicker, Stare, Stare... I watched family members and friends and Keith and I compared notes about how we would have handled things differently. We were going to be the perfect parents because we would just "take control" unlike all these other parents.
Then you get pregnant and all of the sudden you become enundated with advise. It gets worse with the size of your belly. Strangers will actually feel the need to come up to you, place their nasty ass hands on your belly, and tell you the secrets to parenting. The whole time you are just wanting people to shut up because after all, you know exactly what you are going to do, you are going to be the perfect parent.
Then you have the baby. The first year of that child's life is like a dream because you never get any sleep or rest, let alone a shower, and your life has changed so dramatically. The advise is still coming in... You start to listen to it around the time that your child insists on never sleeping causing you mental pain and anguish. All you want to know is the trick to make it go to damn sleep before you keel over and die from exhaustion. Then other stupid little things happen like "Oh my God, it only ate a couple of ounces... Are they going to die from starvation?"... Or "Holy shit they have a cough do you think it's cancer?"... Something happens and you start making phone calls wanting to know what the hell you are supposed to be doing with this fragile little life that you are solely responsible for.
Then after the first year you start to think you are getting the hang of it. They are walking, babbling, eating solid foods, and they are alive... You didn't do that shabby of a job after all. You no longer want to hear the advise, after all you managed to keep them from dying for a whole year so you must be doing something right. I have never been the type of person that likes getting advise unless I asked for it. When you become a mother you just don't want to hear it from anyone after awhile. It's different if you ask or if you are talking with people that have kids around the same age because you know they are going through exactly the same things at the same time. You can kind of compare notes, otherwise I am just sick to death of it... I have been dealing with people's opinions now since Em was still a bean in my belly and just don't want to hear it....Most of the time. My mother knows this. Unless I ask she never tells me what to do with Em, never has. I actually talked to her on the phone the other day and suddenly it became a vent fest. You see, I am beginning to think I gave birth to a demon. I am beginning to think that I might not live to see 35 because I am having damn chest pains all the time. I am now the frantic mother in Walmarts going crazy because my child is having the temper tantrum from hell. I think my friend Sarah said it best the other day... To all you people at Walmarts making all those little snide comments and staring, shaking your head in disgust over the way we are handling our children let it be know... We above EVERYONE else want our child to shut the fuck up, trust me. The stares and comments you make are not helping the situation. Please turn around, mind your own damn business, and shut the fuck up. I am sure you would be the first to call CPS if we actually beat our child to make you happy... We are doing the best we can. You are actually taking a bad situation and making it a hell of a lot worse.
Anyway, so I am on the phone with my mother telling her all of Emily's recent demon like activies. She insist on feeding her dogs her food... I don't pay 200 bucks a payday on food for it to be given to the damn dogs people, that shit pisses me off! She is having some control issues as well... She thinks she is the boss. The great part about it though is that it's not just me now, she is trying to control Keith as well.... Nothing makes me happier as to see him going through 5 minutes of what I deal with all damn day... But anyway, I vented... a lot. Do you want to know what advise my mother gave me? Not a damn thing... She actually said to me " Pay back is a bitch huh?... After awhile I got to thinking... Did she actually mean that I was a pain in the ass as well when I was little or referring to the fact that I was such a dipwad before I had Em? Maybe a little bit of both...
I can hardly believe that the holiday season is approaching. I love the holidays but I hate spending all that money. Keith and I are not going to exchange gifts but we did get our new cell phones recently so that counts in my book. Remember how I said I was going to get a pretty new pink phone? Well, I straightened my ass out and actually bought this bad boy. Not only is it child/Marine proof but it is the shizzy! I love it! Yeah me for not going for the girly pink shit!
As you can see I have nothing interesting to really write about. Keith has finally recovered from the Ball and is back to smelling better. Em finally got a diagnosis as to why she doesn't speak in public... I am taking it with a grain of salt. After all ,the Doctor might be a specialist but he only saw her one time for 30 minutes. I find it hard to believe he can make a proper diagnosis in such a short amount of time. I have to wonder if he just gave Emily's "condition" a name because I was concerned. Whatever... I am not doing anything different than what I normally do so it was pretty much a wasted visit. So long as I know she doesn't have anything "wrong" with her than all is well.
Well I am off to another fun filled day of chest pains. Don't any of you give me that "this too shall pass" crap... You all know what is waiting around the corner is the same if not worse. It's called being a parent!! So, just take a deep breath, get through the moment, enjoy the good, and know that all those people without kids making their little comments will get their payback as well....And remember so long as they aren't getting hurt... Who gives a shit if they are tearing up toilet paper all over the house? So long as you get your cup of coffee and that 5 damn minutes to yourself is all that friggin matters!
Then you get pregnant and all of the sudden you become enundated with advise. It gets worse with the size of your belly. Strangers will actually feel the need to come up to you, place their nasty ass hands on your belly, and tell you the secrets to parenting. The whole time you are just wanting people to shut up because after all, you know exactly what you are going to do, you are going to be the perfect parent.
Then you have the baby. The first year of that child's life is like a dream because you never get any sleep or rest, let alone a shower, and your life has changed so dramatically. The advise is still coming in... You start to listen to it around the time that your child insists on never sleeping causing you mental pain and anguish. All you want to know is the trick to make it go to damn sleep before you keel over and die from exhaustion. Then other stupid little things happen like "Oh my God, it only ate a couple of ounces... Are they going to die from starvation?"... Or "Holy shit they have a cough do you think it's cancer?"... Something happens and you start making phone calls wanting to know what the hell you are supposed to be doing with this fragile little life that you are solely responsible for.
Then after the first year you start to think you are getting the hang of it. They are walking, babbling, eating solid foods, and they are alive... You didn't do that shabby of a job after all. You no longer want to hear the advise, after all you managed to keep them from dying for a whole year so you must be doing something right. I have never been the type of person that likes getting advise unless I asked for it. When you become a mother you just don't want to hear it from anyone after awhile. It's different if you ask or if you are talking with people that have kids around the same age because you know they are going through exactly the same things at the same time. You can kind of compare notes, otherwise I am just sick to death of it... I have been dealing with people's opinions now since Em was still a bean in my belly and just don't want to hear it....Most of the time. My mother knows this. Unless I ask she never tells me what to do with Em, never has. I actually talked to her on the phone the other day and suddenly it became a vent fest. You see, I am beginning to think I gave birth to a demon. I am beginning to think that I might not live to see 35 because I am having damn chest pains all the time. I am now the frantic mother in Walmarts going crazy because my child is having the temper tantrum from hell. I think my friend Sarah said it best the other day... To all you people at Walmarts making all those little snide comments and staring, shaking your head in disgust over the way we are handling our children let it be know... We above EVERYONE else want our child to shut the fuck up, trust me. The stares and comments you make are not helping the situation. Please turn around, mind your own damn business, and shut the fuck up. I am sure you would be the first to call CPS if we actually beat our child to make you happy... We are doing the best we can. You are actually taking a bad situation and making it a hell of a lot worse.
Anyway, so I am on the phone with my mother telling her all of Emily's recent demon like activies. She insist on feeding her dogs her food... I don't pay 200 bucks a payday on food for it to be given to the damn dogs people, that shit pisses me off! She is having some control issues as well... She thinks she is the boss. The great part about it though is that it's not just me now, she is trying to control Keith as well.... Nothing makes me happier as to see him going through 5 minutes of what I deal with all damn day... But anyway, I vented... a lot. Do you want to know what advise my mother gave me? Not a damn thing... She actually said to me " Pay back is a bitch huh?... After awhile I got to thinking... Did she actually mean that I was a pain in the ass as well when I was little or referring to the fact that I was such a dipwad before I had Em? Maybe a little bit of both...
I can hardly believe that the holiday season is approaching. I love the holidays but I hate spending all that money. Keith and I are not going to exchange gifts but we did get our new cell phones recently so that counts in my book. Remember how I said I was going to get a pretty new pink phone? Well, I straightened my ass out and actually bought this bad boy. Not only is it child/Marine proof but it is the shizzy! I love it! Yeah me for not going for the girly pink shit!
As you can see I have nothing interesting to really write about. Keith has finally recovered from the Ball and is back to smelling better. Em finally got a diagnosis as to why she doesn't speak in public... I am taking it with a grain of salt. After all ,the Doctor might be a specialist but he only saw her one time for 30 minutes. I find it hard to believe he can make a proper diagnosis in such a short amount of time. I have to wonder if he just gave Emily's "condition" a name because I was concerned. Whatever... I am not doing anything different than what I normally do so it was pretty much a wasted visit. So long as I know she doesn't have anything "wrong" with her than all is well.
Well I am off to another fun filled day of chest pains. Don't any of you give me that "this too shall pass" crap... You all know what is waiting around the corner is the same if not worse. It's called being a parent!! So, just take a deep breath, get through the moment, enjoy the good, and know that all those people without kids making their little comments will get their payback as well....And remember so long as they aren't getting hurt... Who gives a shit if they are tearing up toilet paper all over the house? So long as you get your cup of coffee and that 5 damn minutes to yourself is all that friggin matters!