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!


Salary Talk.

Salary Talk.

It’s no secret that moms are invaluable. This should be my paycheck. Embrace it, then go figure yours out at mom.salary.com. It was pretty cool to check out. There’s no annoying email subscriptions or any crap like that.

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…


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!


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.

For The Sake of Starting an Argument? (a rant)

Just browsed over an article about Rush Limbaugh saying on-air that Stay at home moms are the new feminists which, of course, started a giant war between working moms and stay at home moms about who the better/harder working/more caring parent is and so on.


I’m pretty tired of this debate. Now anyone who is on my Facebook may totally think I’m a hypocrite now because I totally got into it with someone last week about this same thing. But then I realized what do I care?

So what?

Want to know who the best parents are? The ones who love their damn kids. The ones who, no matter how, kiss boo-boos, wake up at night, and teach their kids right and wrong. The ones who spend less time on the internet bitching about other parenting styles and more time loving their kids. Those are the best parents.

So what is the best parenting style? Not staying home with them, not going to work to provide for them, just freaking loving the crap out of your kids and not caring to bother with other people’s opinions and choices.

That’s what life is about anyway, right? Choices, following through with your choices, sticking to your decisions, and (if you decided to have them) raising your kids to become the best generation the world will come to see.

If you’re interested, here is the article that I read that started this rant, but it’s just more fuel to the fire.

oh. Also. If you comment here about who the best parent is and start some weird debate thing about parenting, I’m just going to delete it. You may have the right to free speech, but I have the right to delete your comments. 🙂


What-the-Hell-Wednesday: Why? (I’m whining)

Seriously – why?

Why what?

Why today, of all days, are both of my kids feeling awful? What’s so special about today? I feel awful. Not awful like they do, just cranky, grumpy, and with a headache the size of Texas. They are stuffy and congested and also cranky. It’s 2 in the afternoon and we all still have pj’s on, no one plans of getting dressed, and we are all sort of co-existing today, even the baby. Even still, they don’t feel good. Haley is clinging to me, Harper is just crying and crying (the poor thing doesn’t know why she can’t breathe), and I just want to go to sleep.

The kids need baths tonight, and seeing as how Harper is convinced all water is acid or something, that’s going to kind of suck.

Plus side? MY hubby recognized the look of anguish on my face the second we woke up, let me sleep a few extra minutes, did the dishes, and cleaned the kitchen. He’s either catching on, or I have 1 month left to live and no one’s told me yet. Either way, it’s much appreciated.

Also, I with that the people who make the Tangled game for the Leappad would understand that “early pre-k”  grade level means that my kid can’t spell words, damnit. SHE’S 3, GUYS.

Mommy needs a sick day. What the hell?