It has been a long work week without my husband here. Not all of my attempts at getting projects done were successful. There was one factor that never crossed my mind: JD would notice his Daddy was not around.
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Sometimes I wonder about my kids, and I mean beyond the usual “how did you get urine all over?” or “why can’t you eat like a normal person?” inner speculation.
Kids are creatures of habit and routine. It makes them feel safe and secure. I get that. I have a routine too, though a more cynical observer might proclaim it a “rut.” Tomatoes, tomahtoes.
Whoever was hired to name our body parts should be slapped. There are several titles that just don’t sit well with me. The worst offender: Vagina.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! That was even difficult for me to type. And when I re-read this to edit, I am gonna squirm like a kindergartener at the school lunch table. I loathe that word. It’s not the body part that I loathe. It’s the word. It’s not that I’m embarrassed. Shit! If I were embarrassed, I would not have allowed a team of doctors, nurses, family members, and orderlies to crowd around mine as I pushed another human being out of it. I really just hate the way the word sounds… rolls… hooks on the back of the tongue.
I will always champion the single parents and military spouses. I really do not think I am made of the material they are to handle the enormous task of parenting on my own. While my own situation is not ideal, with my husband working second shift and every weekend, we have managed to strike up some bargains that make it seem a bit more equitable, playing on the other’s likes and dislikes.
Category: Budgeting, Finances & Money, Decorating & Fix-Ups, House & Home, Marriage, Parenting, SAHM
Sometimes the isolation of being a stay at home mom gets to be too much. It isn’t like I am chained to the stove or anything, but sometimes the mere thought of leaving the house exhausts me. You know those days where a shower and drying your hair sounds like way too much effort? Coupled with putting something on the toddler that isn’t stained, packing his bag, making sure it isn’t nap time; it just gets overwhelming.
Category: Parenting, SAHM, Self-Actualization
