Here is a chance for you to laugh at me.
Go on… You know you want to.
6th grade. Painful. Very painful.
Look at the bangs, the wings, the “wave” and the teeth.
HOLY CRAP!!!
Post your own or look at someone else’s….
Check out The Reign of Ellen for more!!
Crappy conversation of the day:
I took Simon to one of his five therapy appointments today. Before going I resolved to talk to his occupational therapist about Simon’s ever increasing tantrums and his recent innability to sleep through the night. Since Simon’s brain doesn’t process senses that come into his body correctly I felt that I needed guidance as to what I could do to lessen the noise level coming out of his mouth.
This is what was said after she told me that he either needed to be in timeout or I just needed to ignore him until he was done screaming. (whether it lasted 10 minutes or 110 mintues)
Me: “I just can’t handle him screaming for thirty minutes straight like that. I mean… he is just so loud.”
Her: “Welcome to parenthood. He’s almost three and it’s only going to get worse.”
As she said that sentence to me I thought: “Umm…What?!? ‘Welcome to parenthood?’ You are giving me a welcome? Wasn’t I officially given my welcome when I got a fourth degree tear from giving birth to him? I mean, come on lady… if that isn’t enough… How about the fact that I have been taking Simon to FIVE different therapy appointments EVERY week for the last year???”
Sorry sister. I don’t need a welcome.
I’ve already gotten it. Believe me.
I have this disorder.
I KNOW it!
Every night before my kids go to sleep I have to put all their toys away and make sure that they didn’t lose anything during the day.
I AM CRAZY.
Do you know how much time this takes? (Two kids, three sets of Grandparents… you do the math.)
Let me just tell you something. Usually there is one, JUST ONE, piece to a toy missing. I spend about ten minutes searching for it and I can’t find it. I go to bed wondering where the piece is and if it is gone forever. This does not help with my insomnia. (Oh. And btw… if the toy is incomplete, I will throw it away. I can’t handle the incomplete-ness)
What is wrong with me?
I have other things to do with my time. I really do.
So. I got a little Debbie Downer on the last post.
We all have our moments.
Here is something I think is funny that happened to my now-blogging-sister.
Have fun laughing at her.
I did.
Hurricane Rita.
Photos that say it all.
Let the rebuilding begin.
You wanna know what pisses me off about being a Mom?
This.
This is a debate (long story short) about breastfeeding vs. formula feeding. Manic Mom said something like, “there’s nothing wrong with formula feeding” and she totally got attacked.
Being a Mom is HARD. Do you hear me? HARD. The very LAST thing Mom’s need is other Mom’s (or just random people who have no kids, but big opinions about parenting) dissing the way you choose to be a Mom.
Let me put it this way. IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! You want to know what is your business? Child abuse, child neglect, child abandonment, infanticide, etc. If someone is a loving parent, and taking care of their kids the best they can, you have ZERO right to impose any sort of opinion otherwise. Got it? ZERO.
I am so sick of the formula feeding vs breastfeeding debate! People seriously need to invest more time in fighting real issues that need to be resolved. Do you have any idea how many kids are ABANDONED every day? What about how many kids are being physically abused?
The fanatical breast-feeders and the self righteous bottle feeders need to calm down and lay off good parents who are really NOT harming their kids. How about you go after the people who REALLY hurt their kids?
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