I QUIT (and you can, too)

The other day, I posted about how I went back to work after having the girls. It’s no secret that I was a proud stay at home mom. After 5 (really, REALLY long) years, I decided to go back to work. A lot of thought went in my choice, and it definitely wasn’t an easy one, but I made it, and it’s okay. And you can make it too if you want, and that’s also okay

I really feel like being a stay at home mom is such a strong, powerful move that so many people look either down on or up to, but there are few people in between. There are a lot of “oh I could never”s and “I could never afford that”s, a few “that’s the lazy way out”s and people looking at you like you have never done actual work in your life. When you make the choice to stay home, you suddenly have to defend your decision and you have something to prove, even if you didn’t WANT it to be that way. Naturally, making the decision to re-enter the workforce afterwards is hard and all, but at the same time, you have this feeling of inadequacy, like “I tried to mom. But couldn’t”.

Well, moms, I’m here to tell you that if you don’t want to stay home anymore, don’t, The kids will be okay, the house will be okay, things will get done. It’s hard, really hard, to manage working outside of the home and in it as well. Getting a job outside of the house doesn’t mean that you never have to bathe the kids or done epic dinner battle over veggies, it means you have to do both. BUT HERES THE CATCH: you don’t mind it as much. Bathe time dinner comes around, you have normally been whined at, fought with, clean up after, and listened to your ears bled for HOURS and well, when dinner comes around and they don’t want to eat broccoli, you either could care less or broccoli-board the kids. When you work outside the house, you miss the little loops ad you are excited to see them, talk about heir day, and can calmly deal with the broccoli battle. It’s great.

So yes, leaving my kids is hard, it sucks a lot of days when I miss them or miss the school things or work late and don’t get to kiss them before they go to seep, I can’t lie. I don’t mind having the money to enjoy my time with them instead of pinching every penny my husband brought home. vi don’t mind having friends and people near by who I can talk to without having to baby talk or get them a drink.

Moms, I just want you all to know that it’s okay to go back. It’s okay to stay home if you are great with it and you love it more than life itself. Not all of us could swing it. I was getting so fed up with everything that the time I was spending with the kids was spent yelling and freaking out because I was SO. OVER. IT. Now I can enjoy them. Yeah, you’re a little more tired, but once you mom, You can handle pretty much anything. After the huge adjustment, you will get into working mom mode and you can decide from there what you want to do.

Just do you, Boo. The rest falls into place. Either way, if you are taking care of yurt babies and you haven’t killed anymore in your spare time, you’re doing alright in my book!

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MomGyver (a tip)

Let me share a story since I’m awake entirely too late.

Yesterday, we were at my dad’s for dinner, a semi-usual thing for a Sunday night. Harper must have sensed an ill packed diaper bag and decided it was a wonderful time to go through a diaper and then have an awful one after that. Now, normally, this isn’t a bog deal. I mean… babies poop, we’ve established this. So anyway. Mike tales her upstairs to change this mess (I really am lucky that he changes diapers, feel free to drool, ladies).

That’s when it happened.

No wipes.

And then…

NO DIAPERS

Oh yeah. The no wipes thing was doable. Toilet paper works alright in a pinch. But no diapers was definitely a big deal. With a little inspiration, I came up with the idea to make a makeshift cloth diaper out of an old burp cloth from when the girls were babies (I actually used cheap, old school, cloth diapers as burp cloths!) and a spare pair of Haley’s (clean) underwear!

These are what I’m talking about. They are great for so many things!

Genius

So there you have it, a quick little tip for if (when) you find yourself in unexpected poo territory and you happen to be out of diapers. Cloth in underwear will (while not ideal by any means) work alright until you can get a real diaper.

2013 in review because bragging.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Priorities.

There are several things that go through the average mother’s mind when she hears her child scream. Usually. Unless you’re me.
When I hear one my girls shrieking from the other room, my brain goes into ‘priority mode’. It actually amazes me how quickly my brain can analyze the type of scream. Then, of course, based off of the analysis, I determine the priority level, then decide if I’m even really going to do anything about it. It’s kind of like when moms know the specific cries of their newborns.

The single scream: priority level 5 : from Haley: Harper is existing near her, from Harper: something inanimate isn’t moving out of the way or Haley is existing hear her, in general: someone’s not sharing something.
Action: fight to the death.

Harper’s extended scream of doom: priority level 3: Harper has something she probably shouldn’t and Haley is looking at her.
Action: yell for them to stop since that scream will not end itself.

Haley’s extended scream of doom: priority level 4 (if followed by crying, priority level 2): this one is a gamble. The scream alone probably means Harper is standing, sitting, or jumping on Haley and it’s annoying her. If followed by a cry, she’s probably actually hurt.
Action: yelling ‘knock it off’ should do the trick, unless there is crying.. crying means I need to investigate.

Screaming in unison: priority level 5: they’re fighting over something.
Action: nah.

THAT scream: priority level 1: you know what I’m talking about. That one scream that means bad is happening. Someone’s hurt. Hurt or stuck. If it’s Harper, I will probably end up either laughing or crying. If it’s Haley, bad is happening. OR her sister took one of her coveted stuffed animals/her blanket because that shit is no joke. Or she’s hurt.
Action: time to go in and laugh, cry, or lay down the law.

There is a lot of wiggle room. Judgments are passed, decisions made, actions executed, but at the end of the day, these general guidelines seem to be pretty accurate. Again, when amazes me is the fact that my brain cycles through all of this each tome one of those little monkeys screams… no wonder I’m so freaking tired at the end of the day!

 

If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say, Head Over to the Experience Project.

Let me say this: The Experience Project should be a great thing. The concept is good, the idea is there, the only thing that went wrong is the human factor. You just can’t stop people from being judgmental douches.

The internet, and the people who use it, seem to seek out people seeking real help or advice and target them. It’s no secret that the anonymity of the internet has let an entire new breed of douches free in the world. What gets me is that when you sign up for the Experience Project website, you basically sign terms and conditions that supposedly stop you from being said douche. Unless you’re a liar, liar pants on fire (which a lot of people are).

Here’s why I’m bashing this site: when I was pregnant with Harper, I had a tough time getting my shit together to take my blood sugars like I was supposed to. I posted a question in the complicated pregnancy forum asking for tips on motivating myself and these people were pretty heartless. Of the 5 answers I received, 4 were nasty.

questionshitty answers

See? Unnecessary.

So while the idea of the Experience Project is great, you can’t take human nature out of humans, nor the humans from experiences, and thus you get a gaggle of douches waiting to pounce on anyone and anything.

 

SCREAMER.

Harper is a screamer.

Not a scream-crier, not a tantrum-screamer (I mean, she is – but that’s not what I’m talking about), but a scream-because-i-can-er. A scream-because-i’m-bored-er, a scream-because-i-want-to-come-out-of-bed-er, a scream-because-i-can’t-do-something-er, a scream-because-i’m-happy-er… you get it. Let me stress again that she doesn’t cry, but screeches at the top of her lungs.

I’m ripping my eardrums out.

I.CAN’T.STAND.IT.ANYMORE. (I’m going crazy..)

I find myself screaming back at her, or shutting down, walking away, laughing, and a whole array of other things. I looked online and there was no help there. Anyone have any ideas? Ignoring it doesn’t work and I just don’t know that I’m going to make it until she learns to use words in place of the screaming.

New Insulin Type: Haterade XL!?

That’s right. Haterade XL. Apparently all diabetics are taking it. It’s injectable, so it’s quick acting, and the “XL” means that it’s extended release; guaranteed to make you an a-hole all day long! I know it’s not just diabetics that are taking it, but that’s what I’m talking about at this time.

All over Facebook, comments in forums, and even on here (*probably) I see this war between type 1 and type 2 diabetics over who has it worse. I’m not here to take sides, and I’m not here to point out the differences.. (you can read up on that here! gotta educate!) My question is: Who cares?

Why does one group have to be sicker, worse off, or anything else than the other? Why be happy about that?! If you want to compete like children, compete to see who can control their numbers best, person for person… not who is more beat than the other. I’m tired of it. Tired of seeing it, tired of feeling guilty reading some of these stories, tired of getting angry when I read a type 1 discredit type 2 diabetes all together, as if it weren’t a real disease because they don’t need insulin, and tired of seeing a type 2 tell a type 1 they are better off because they are “used to it” and “just hook up to a pump”. If you were a decent person, you would put aside your bitterness and cheer on those who don’t have to take the same road you follow; maybe you can help one person be better off.

But we would rather fight each other.

How about, instead, we support each other in our journey and battle, be there when we need someone to listen, and wish each other the best, understand that every fight is different and difficult in its own way?

Just a thought.