Entitlement

When did being a mom become the end-all-be-all of life?

I've talked to my mom and my grandmother at length about this. I have trouble understanding why motherhood has been put waaaaaaaaaaay up on a pedestal. The more and more moms I meet the more and more I don't like the majority of them. Not because they're moms, but I don't like them personally. I think they're elitists, constantly trying to one up each other on who is fulfilling the ideal role of mom the best.

According to my mom and grandmother, mom-dom used to be, you have a child, you raise it and that's that. Both of them blame the media and TV for the over-hyped notion of being a mother. As moms, they didn't compete with other moms, and they didn't try to outdo one another in every single category. They were just women who happened to also be raising kids. They would share advice here and there but ultimately, everyone just did their job and that's that.

Where did it come from? I blame Gerber, Johnson & Johnson, Babies R Us and Le Leche League. Gerber and Johnson & Johnson have made it a marketing goal for women to "do only what's best" for their babies. "Because I only want the BEST for my baby. Other women do X but I do what's BEST."

Babies R Us can send mothers into a frenzy thinking that if they do not buy this one specific item, their baby might die. If you don't buy a microwave steam sterilizer, you might as well throw the baby off a cliff.

Le Leche League has turned thousands of women into lactating martyrs. My mom said that back in the day, if breast feeding wasn't working out so well, you just gave your baby formula and didn't feel the slight bit guilty about it. No one looked down on you, no one critisized you, it was just the choice you made.

I breast fed my twins for three and a half weeks. Had it not been for Le Leche League, I would have only breast fed them 1 week. Instead, I endured two and a half weeks of shear agony and pain from mastitis and thrush, coupled with endless nights and screaming babies. Each feeding session I broke down into tears and prayed for it all to just end. But on my side table, there sat the damn Le Leche League nursing guide. Where it told me I was an inferior mother if I didn't stick with it. Nurse through the pain, pump to make a ridiculous supply for the both of them, and damn it, don't be a quitter.

For those of you without kids you may thing "Blessed Wife and Mommy L" is simply one crazy mom. Nope. There are many of them like that out there. Martyrs.

She talked about how she had NEVER left her children with a daycare or a babysitter. Seems like a strange thing to be proud of to me. Yet I've met more and more women who brag about this fact. "Well, I've never spent a night away from my kids and they're almost in high school." That's fine if that's their choice, but it's a strange thing to be proud of. Because by inference they are saying that women who take a night off, go on a date with their husband or even a vacation are less of a mother than them.

If women do not feel comfortable leaving their children, that is all well and fine. No one's going to put you down. However, when these women put mom's who want more in life down, it really irks my hide, because it further perpetuates the notion that leaving your baby=evil.

The women's liberation movement was a glorious thing, but it also has its negative effects. Women feel empowered and want due credit for anything they do. Rightfully so, but when it comes at the expense of tearing each other apart, what's the point?

I'm the world's greatest mom to my kids but the world's shittest mom to some outsiders. My kids eat peanut butter, we don't buy all organic, I send them to Mother's Day Out so I can have some alone time, I let them run around at the park while I sit on a bench and on occasion I leave their cute little butts at home while I go out with my hubby or have some fun myself.

I suppose it's all about perspective, but from my perspective, the martyrs seem to be pretty damn miserable.

yep.

...and thus it has continued.

Beloved Wife and Mommy L: Your just a shitty person.

Seems like you have your head shoved so far up your OWN butt that you can't see hurting people surrounding you.

I doubt that you have ever truly even lost a child - If you had you certainly would walk around talking like you know it all and that your shit doesn't stink. You would have empathy towards other people and not treat COMPLETE STRANGERS LIKE CRAP!

You are NO better than me. You are NOT above me. You are a crappy mom if you can't wait to send them off to school just so you can be SELFISH and have the day to yourself and LET SOMEONE ELSE RAISE YOUR CHILD!!

I am homeschooling my children because I know my children and LOVE My children better than anyone else and because that is my JOB and MY DESIRE and because I serve a mighty God!!!!!

You are just a sucky person stop writing to me - stop giving CRAPPY answers to peoples questions - nobody likes a person like you..

Me: Well hey hey! I thought you went away. But I see you pulled a clever trick. Wait a day to reply back so that in my retort I can not accuse you of being on the internet all day, because you waited a whole 23 hours to reply to my last email; Smarty McSmarterson.

You know, I've been thinking, what makes you so twitchy and then it hit me. Look, let's be friends, I've noticed that your grammar is quite terrible (You're a shitty person, not YOUR a shitty person...empathy vs sympathy) and you haven't quite learned the proper use of capitalization or punctuation. Seeing as you will be homeschooling your children, this worries me. So, in the interest of bettering humanity, I'm going to offer you a deal.

When I used to tutor I charged $25 an hour, but seeing as we are old friends by now, I'll only charge you $18 an hour. This way, we can work on your issues, not just emotional, but grammar and hell, because I'm such a nice person, I'll even throw in basic mathematics (ex. One lady + one computer - attentive husband + crazy glue = a wiener dog) .

Also, I "almost" minored in religion during college so if you would like some help on certain parts of the bible, such as "thou shalt not call thy fellow wo-man sucky" I can help you with those parts too. Unless, the almighty God you're refering to is Buddah, Dumbledore or the like. I wouldn't feel right tutoring you in religions other than Christianity because I'm not as well versed but I could link you to some other transcedents.

Let me know when we can set up our first lesson! I'm free all days but Thursday.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Are you crazy! I don't need your help - why would I want you to help me after you've been such an awful person. You no who needs help - YOU.

Me: Ok, ok. $15 an hour if you throw in gas money.

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Examples of why I'm going to hell.

The bad thing about the internet is the anonymity I feel. This not good for me because in my internal dialog I pretty much shoot from the hip and say what I feel. Luckily, in public I can restrain myself (sometimes), however I find on the internet I just let it all loose.

Here is a recent conversation that took place on a mom e-letter, similar to the breast feeding one a few months ago. sigh.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Someone mentioned to me the book called Baby Wise. Has anyone read this? What did you think? I am in need of some advice dealing with a 5 month old who fights sleep for hours and then wakes up 3,4, 5 times at night!

Me: I am a huge advocate of the BabyWise and ChildWise program, however I have to warn you that you need to read the whole book through to understand the program first. Don't just skip to the middle section of trying to get your baby to sleep through the night. It needs to all be read in full. Good luck.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Thanks! I simply don't really have time to read a book though could you just give me the ways so we can start doing something thanks.

Me: Are you kidding me? You asked specifically about a book. You want me to sit here and summarize a book for you because you are too lazy to read it for yourself? For the benefit of your child, take the time to get educated. Get off the internet and pick up a book.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Why on earth would you feel the NEED to be SO RUDE? Do you have ANY clue as to what I have been through the past few years? No, I didn't think so. You think I am this lazy - sit on the internet day and night kind of mom apparently! Well that couldn't be farther from the truth - my kids have NEVER stepped foot in a daycare or babysitters house - I am soon to be homeschooling - we have 4 daughters..3 here with us and 1 in HEAVEN. SO please don't tell me to get off the internet and pick up a book!

Have you ever suffered a miscarriage? I doubt it and I certainly PRAY that you never ever experience such incredible pain! My precious daughter died the day before my birthday. Right after she died we found out that our 3rd daughter was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect she barely survived!! And now we have our 5 month old... sooo as you can see I HAVE A LOT ON MY PLATE! A LOT MORE THAN THE INTERNET!!

The next time you want to write a snide comment about someones question maybe you THINK about what the other mom is going through!?! I don't think I said "hey if you feel like making me feel like a crappy mom feel free to put me down, thanks!" - Nope - all I was doing is seeking ADVICE and ENCOURAGEMENT from mommies who are in the same situatoin as us! I cannot believe this..I am really just taken back by this - all of this. You are the first RUDE comment I have ever received from someone on ********** - so I am shocked. My husband and I just moved to Texas - 500 miles away from friends and family so I DO GO TO ******** looking for advice! If that is a problem for you then perhaps you should stop reading from this website???

And who are you to tell me to 'get off the internet' - it seems like you are wasting YOUR time to respond to my "stupid" question????

Im sorry for 'blowing up' at you - but you really should think about things before you write them or say them to people. You have NO idea if they are going through a personal HELL - like following the death of their precious child!!

I suppose I should 'get off the internet now'!

Me: Dude. Did you just play the dead baby card. Seriously. According to your time line you miscarried years ago. And you're still playing the dead baby card? Look, we've all got our dead babies, miscarriages, infertility, D&Cs, moving and whatnot issues. It's just life. You seem to be the type of woman desperate for attention and I will clarify my point in two examples. 1) the fact you brought up a dead baby in the context about not having time to read a book. 2) on ******** you have listed over 20 questions in the last 30 days, questions including (but not limited to) why won't my baby hold her own bottle? what are you expecting for a mothers day present? why does my baby cry at bedtime? why doesn't my baby like carrots? All questions looking for sympathy or group internet hugs. It appears you have time to whine into cyberspace. In the time it took you to hammer out that long rambling email you could have read the first 3 chapters in BabyWise.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: You are NOT worth any of my time. I think you are rude and would appreciate it if you NEVER responded to any of my questions on ********* again - comments like yours are the reason so many women/moms turn away from seeking help and encouragement. You come to a wonderful website looking for some great tips and pieces of advice and then get 'slapped in the face' by someone like you and that is just stupid!

Me: Yep. Could have read another chapter instead of writing that email. You could have been a third of the way through the book.

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: I don't need this from you! All I want is help getting my 5 month old to sleep at night and you are criticizing me for it.

Me: I think we're up to chapter 5 by now. But this is the one that deals with burping your baby so you could have skipped this one and moved onto chapter 6. Interesting that you hate reading and yet are choosing to home school your daughters. Is the big scary world just too much for you?

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Stop EMAILING ME. I choose to homeschool my children because there are many lies being taught in our American school system. There are perverts that sit in parking lots at schools just waiting to take little girls. Teachers and students have easy access to drugs and there is a lack of supervision by anyone who is supposed to be looking after them! I will not subject my daughters to these places. I don't want to hear anymore from you. Thanks!

Me: So moving onto Chapter 7, if you had followed the rest of the program your baby would probably be sleeping through the night by now. You're the one who started it and appear to be one of those women who have to have the last word in everything. I'm sorry that you hate America so much and big scary words like "evolution". oooooooooooooo did I just creep you out. A little bit? maybe?

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: I'm reporting you to ******** if keep emailing me.

Me: :-P (psst. Chapter 8)

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: Do you seriously have nothing better to do?

Me: Chapter 9. I think you've finished the book! How's she sleeping?

Blessed Wife and Mommy L: I reported you.

Me: .

Other ways I've changed.

I used to be very concerned with other people's well being. If a fellow friend of mine got too drunk at a bar, I'd turn into mother hen and make sure she didn't do something stupid, that she got some food in her belly, that she got home safely. Hell, I'd even call and check on her the next day and maybe show up with some hang over remedy material.

My ability to have a good time when I went out was always thrown down the tube because I was worried about another person who didn't seem to be able to take care of themselves.

Yet another attribute that has changed post-children.

Last night I went to a friend's bachelorette party. I didn't care about times or arrangements for things. I didn't care if we had enough seats for everyone. I didn't care about hurting this stupid bitch's feelings when she got so drunk she was grabbing people's boobs.

I found myself telling this girl (who by the way was not the bride) to sit down and shut the hell up. When she got into a fight in the bathroom, I didn't care. When she forgot to close out her tab, I didn't care.

Most notably, when we all returned back to the hotel this girl was begging someone to take her home (ie someone end their fun and shuttle this tramp 30 minutes away to her home). She refused to take a cab, her husband wouldn't answer the phone and she just wanted to lay down in the lobby and sulk in her drunk ass misery.

Yep, fine by me. I continued having a good time and didn't give a damn.

In the words of Bernie Mac, She was a grown-ass woman. Figure it out.

A few years ago, I would be babysitting this girl, getting her water, finding a way to get her in a cab and/or driving her home and missing out on my fun, all because she was an idiot.

Times have changed. Precious is the time I have to go out and have fun, I dare anyone to try and ruin it for me.

One of the other girls had her keys so she couldn't do anything that would put someone else in harms way, but we just left her drunk ass in the middle of a hotel lobby with the staff watching her.

Turns out they convinced her to get in a cab and go home. Good for them. I wonder what happened with her keys and how she's going to get her car today after she battles her horrific hangover? But in my new leaf, I really don't give a damn.

The little things

Stuff experienced mom's already know but newbies may not

- Do not announce that it is "Time to Go" until it is really time to exit out the door. Saying, "Come on let's go!" before socks, shoes, bags and whatnot are on and ready makes for very impatient children. Go means go so don't say the word otherwise you'll be prying their hands off the door handle to get a jacket on them.

- Park next to the basket/cart return. Just because you have children does not mean you should ignore social courtesies. Parking your car right next to it allows you to grab a basket to throw your bundle(s) in and also allows a quick return of the cart to its rightful place.

- Do an activity before feeding in the morning. When your newborn baby wakes up in the morning, do NOT shove a bottle or boob straight in their mouth. Change their diaper, change their clothes, do a dance around the room to a song, SOMETHING. Otherwise when you drop the bottle/boob, your baby is going to be quite miffed when they are not instantly met with some snacks. I'm not talking a half hour or anything but at least 1 minute of something other than shoving something in their mouth. It also teaches them that their reward for waking up in the morning is you! (awww smile) not their tasty breakfast shake.

- Let them smash their finger in a drawer at least once. Don't yank their hand out the way. It's the only way they will learn that it hurts and stop doing it.

- Don't let them carry their sip cups all over the house. I'm mega guilty of this and it's on my "to do" list to break. Drinks belong on a shelf or table during the day and on their tray/table at meals. Letting them just carry it around everywhere leaves you cleaning up messes and teaches them to just toss it wherever they please.

- Make something off limits. Pick something. One figurine, one lamp, one pillow...something! and have a zero tolerance rule for it. Teaching them "no touch" on something at home can prepare you for when you go out in public or to another person's (un-babyproofed) house. If they have never heard "no touch!" or have never been punished for touching something you told them not to, you're in for a battle in public.

I reserve the "NO TOUCH!" command to use only in serious circumstances. It has worked wonders, when we're at a doctors office and they are reaching for the instruments, all I have to say is "No touch!" and their hands quickly recoil.

- I feel the same way with STOP! I never say "stop" in the house (like if they are running away from me because they don't want a bath). The only time I say it is if we are outdoors and it's something serious. Like running into a parking lot or street. We practice "Stop" at home in the driveway. They know mama means business when I say that word.

- Sometimes whispering something in their ear means more to them than yelling.

- Give them their own drawer or cabinet. My kids have their own drawer in my bathroom and their own drawer in the kitchen. It's full of their stuff (plastic food, toys and utensils in the kitchen and old empty bottles and containers (empty deodorant, travel size shampoo bottles etc.) in the bathroom). That way they can have some ownership of something without rummaging through your junk. When they open your cabinets and drawers, tell them that that is not theirs....but THIS drawer is theirs. Ask them frequently where their drawer is and let them show you the stuff inside, it's kind of fun because they tend to squirrel stuff away in there.

- Constantly throw away toys. I hate what I call "shit toys" those little tiny things that come in kids meals or little plastic rings. That stuff that just collects and takes up space. Let them play with it for a week but then toss it!

Separation Anxiety

This has been one of the toughest battles for me as a mom. People I talk to often tell me that their children have separation anxiety too, and I'm not alone. No.

What their children have is separation sadness. They cry when they get dropped off at school or fuss when you leave the room. My children freak the fuck out.

It's tough on the nerves. You know it's coming but you still plaster a smile on your face that says, it's ok guys! Really! Stop freaking the fuck out! I will come back!

Here's an example of my children's separation ANXIETY.

They wake up this morning and see their bags and sack lunches on the kitchen counter. Both start screaming and throw themselves on the ground. They refuse to get dressed but run around the house hiding in different locations. After 30 minutes of screaming and wrestling children, I finally get them loaded into the car.

But as I tried to load them into their car seats they kick me in my face not once but three times resulting in a bruise to my left temple. They convulse and scream trying to get out of their car seats. My son just cries hard and yells, but my daughter exclaims NO NO NO NO MAMA NO NO MAMA!!!!!

I put the car into gear and head off for school. The whole 3 minute drive is filled with complete shit fits from the backseat. I exit the car to grab them. They now cling to their car seats like they are about to fall off a cliff. I unwrap their tiny fingers from the straps and they rear back like untamed horses bucking up and down. People stare.

I can only handle one at a time so I rush my son in first. He has both arms and legs wrapped around me and his face buried into my shirt. I hand him off to the teacher and he throws himself down on the ground hyperventilating and looks like he's having a seizure. His eyes are fixed and he becomes stiff as a board while pausing to draw quick breaths in between growls (b/c his screams now sound like animal growls).

Go back get daughter who is screaming so loud I can hear her before I even get to the car. Get her out, she hits me in my face a few times and clings heavily to me once she realizes I outweigh her. Go back to the classroom where the teacher is on the floor with my son trying to get him to snap out of his state.

Hand my daughter off to the teacher. The teacher has to lean backwards so her face can avoid the fury of kicks and punches she's throwing at her lower body region.

My son sees me jumps up and runs his head into the door. Again. Again. Falls to the ground and begins his convulsions once more but this time throws in gagging.

I walk away and even though I didn't think it was possible, the screams get louder and the stares get longer. All the other moms are standing in the hallways gossiping about whatever the morning topic is, my assumption is that the topic begins with, What the hell is wrong with that woman's children? Other children whimper a bit or run into their classrooms smiling from ear to ear.

As I exit the building, I can still hear both of my children screaming. Even as the door shuts, it penetrates the outer glass of the building.

That my friends, is separation anxiety.

They say it has to do with high intelligence. The ability of young children to know and predict when their parents will leave them. I just keep telling myself that.

A rose is a beautiful waste of time.

#1

#2

Back in the day before kiddos, I used to love arranging flowers. In fact if you had a birthday or special event, you were going to get flowers arranged by me. Since the arrival of the cute little time suckers however, I haven't had the time, energy or money to do such useless things.

Luckily spring has arrived along with my garden flowers. After hacking away 5 lawn and leaf sized bags of weeds, I felt I deserved a reward. I ignored the kids for a good 30 minutes as I arranged my pickings. When I was finished I set my prize on the dining room table for...no one to look at. I need to gather more friends man! Or at least those that don't work long hours or have families. ...and since we're in our 30s, well, that negates about everyone in my area. darn.

My husband did walk past them several times and after I gave up and said, "hey? do you like my flowers." I got a good solid, "oh ya, nice." At least my daughter said pwetee.

Toughen up.

I'm not the world's best gardener. In fact, I'm pretty bad at it. In Miami, it was easy, everything grows there and you can throw a rock and find someone to take care of it for you. Back here in Texas, gardening is taking hard work and lots of sweat equity.

Yesterday I was out weeding while the kids were playing in the backyard with me. The backyard was in such bad shape that some of the weeds were indistinguishable from all the bulb flowers I've got going on in the garden. But I had an easy system. Simple tug. If it came out, it was a weed if it didn't, it was a bulb.

As my kids played in yard they whined here and there about various things. She took my toy, he touched my toy, he looked in the direction and possibly thought about taking my toy. My answer, "Figure it out!" I yelled across the yard. They quickly got the sense that mom wasn't going to referee. I referee all day and so much, I'm thinking about getting a cool stripy shirt.

Then as my kids fell in various places, got their shoes stuck in the mud, got dirt and grass on their hands, they'd cry out and shed a few alligator tears. Not so much my son, he doesn't care, but my daughter doesn't like to be dirty or fall to her knees...even in soft grass.

My response was a haunting reminder of my childhood. "Toughen up!" I'd yell while digging through the immense weeds and clover. She'd whine a bit more then stand up and keep walking. "Toughen up young lady!".

My childhood was not worthy of a Lifetime movie but I was definitely expected to be thick skinned. It made me who I am today. There's not a situation or a crisis I can't handle with a calm head. I'm tough. I'm resilient. I can change my own oil and filter. It's all I've ever known.

I thought about my gardening technique. Picking off the weak ones. If your roots weren't hanging tight, you got thrown in the trash. Those with thick tough skin were spared and lived another day. I'm going to have to find a balance.

I want my kids to be thick skinned but not so thick they resent me for it. There's a lot of anger in my childhood that over the years I've learned how to erase. I have no desire to perpetuate the past but kids today need to learn how to dust themselves off and keep going. Establish their long deep roots so that when life tries to pick them off, they can hold firm and persist.

(instead of crying wolf and filing a lawsuit).

My prayer for new moms.

I hope you read all the books, yet follow your heart and instincts first...

that you lean on your friends and not push them away out of pride or fear...

please forgive yourself for all the mistakes you are about to make...

believe that you know what's best for you child even though someone will always disagree with you...

trust in yourself and conquer the problems head on...

listen to those who have been there before instead of trying to know all...

know that the long nights will end and (believe it or not) you will actually miss them...

have faith in your husband, he really is trying, but is more terrified than you could ever imagine...

there's always tomorrow and twice does not a habit make...

envelope yourself in the emotions instead of fighting them away...

cry all day if you need to and laugh at every single turn...

hold them tight before they push you away...

you need not impress anyone but the woman in the mirror...

and know that you are never alone.

Amen.

Sam the snake

We were driving down my mother in laws street when I shrieked. In fact, the voice that came out of me was one I had never heard before. Why did I squeal in horror? There happened to be a SIX FOOT SNAKE walking across the road.

I have never seen a snake that large before in my life. I don't count the ones I see behind glass at the zoo. This thing was slithering and S'ing across the road.

Both of the kids were sitting in their car seats and perked up to see what mom was screaming at. I asked my mother in law, What Do We DO! Do we kill it! What is it!

She said it was probably a water moccasin and I dove down into my memory banks and remembered there are only 4 poisonous snakes in Texas (compared to the over 50 in Miami). Water moccasins, Copperheads (Cotton Mouths), Rattlesnakes, and Coral Snakes.

I asked sheepishly, do we kill it? She said, we have to. So, we began to inch slowly forward in her luxury SUV. I buried my head in my hands and couldn't look. I felt the tires go "bump, bump" and my eyes started tearing up. I loudly asked, "Is it dead?!?!?!" as I looked in the passengers sideview mirror. All I saw was a snake writhing about in pain and flopping from side to side. I screamed again.

I yelled out, hit it again, hit it again! It's in pain!!!!! Images of the snakes family flew into my mind. What if this snake was just out shopping for dinner so it could feed it's little snake family. It had looked both ways before it crossed the road but it didn't expect that my kids would want to go to the park at that very moment. Maybe it was a teenage snake out for it's first adventure without mommy and daddy snake. It was told to be home before dark and he lovingly wrapped it's tail around mom and said, don't worry mommy, I'll be home soon.

Bump, bump! We hit it again. I looked..still writhing. We hit it again. ...then again. Then one final time. Finally it stopped moving.

We drove off to the park and I tried to tell myself that it was for the best. It would have killed either of my children had they encountered it. Survival of the fittest. We had an SUV, it had thin skin.

When we came back from the park, it was still in the road, but it had moved off to the side. Meaning it slithered slowly in pain until it reached it's final death location. I got out of the car and took a picture of it because I wanted to look it up when I got home.

I cried the instant the picture came up on Google. It in fact was not a water moccasin. It as a Rat Snake. Completely harmless (except to rats). We killed a friend to nature and I will have trouble sleeping tonight. It meant us no harm and only wanted to cross the road.

RIP Snakey.

(the rest of it's body was severed by the car and in the middle of the road)

Rockabye my baby.

Tonight as we gave the little ones their bath, we realized we were running low on lotion and I put it in my mental grocery list that somehow gets longer each day...even though I go to the store almost everyday.

I took my sick son to his room and realized that my husband forgot to put lotion on his face and neck. Wanting him to be as comfortable as possible (because his fever is already torture enough) I rummaged under his sink and found a bottle of lotion.

I rubbed it on his face, neck and hair and put it back under the sink, then zipped him up in his sleep sack. I sat in our big comfy chair and held him close as I gave him some water and then his pacifier.

The minute I inserted his pacifier he sighed and leaned close, placing his head directly over my heart and curling his body around me. I leaned back and felt his entire weight on my chest. Then it hit me. My mouth and nose were buried right in the middle of his hair and my face was resting on his head. My eyes whelled up with tears with such force they shot down my cheeks on onto his hair.

The lotion I had quickly grabbed was the same lotion we used on them when they were newborns. I hadn't smelled that smell since they were 3 months old but it was enough to send my memories and my emotions into hyperdrive.

Like all moms, I have many regrets about their newborn stage. As I've said before the job of being a first time mom is the hardest thing you will ever do. You don't know what you're doing but you're faking it really well. For me, I was so focused on my task at hand (keeping them alive and getting them on a synched up schedule) that I didn't really enjoy the job.

I tend to be a goal oriented person and I saw my mission clearly. Unfortunately I missed a lot of the good stuff along the way. I see this is why women have second babies, to make up for all the mistakes and all that they missed with the first one.

Our family is done but I can easily admit that it pains my heart that I will not get that "second chance" to take it all in. I wouldn't care about crib training. I wouldn't care about spoiling them. I wouldn't care about becoming their sleep prop. I'd hold the next one with every waking second I had and let them sleep on my chest until they woke up again.

Once I had gotten a hold of myself I came back to the room. My son breathing in and out with my breaths, his warmth and his security. That little voice in the back of my head said, put him in his crib, you don't want him to get used to this or else he'll want to fall asleep on your chest every night. The other 99% of my brain slapped the shit out of that little voice and I laid there in the dark as long as I wanted. Until his drool soaked my shirt through and I could no longer feel my arms.

Crazy lady.

One of the most difficult things about being a mom is regaining your social life once it's stripped away from you. Pre-baby, for some reason all of us mom's thought we were busy. We had no concept of what "busy" meant until our little bundle popped out. It seems like life was put on hold.

It seems that for most women, this stoppage in life lasts for about the first year. After a year has past, our taste buds start to salivate for adult interactions once more. Some people are excellent at regaining their once previous lives. Others have a more difficult time with it. I try to not use my "mom of multiples" status as a crutch but inevitably I use it when it comes to getting out.

I'm tired. I barely have enough energy to make it through a normal scheduled day, let alone a normal day plus adult social life. When the kids go to bed at 7:30, all I want to do is lay down or collapse on the nearest soft object possible.

On the rare occasion that I do force myself to go out after dark, I find myself totally and completely wiped the next day. It's like having a major hangover after an intense workout...and then chasing and wrestling thrashing children all day. A few times I've even cursed my escape and told myself it's not worth the misery I feel the next day.

Daytime adult interaction is easier to come by but I have a small problem. Almost NONE of my friends are stay at home moms. The ones who are, are more like women I know rather than "friends". Yes, I should go make new friends but you always run into mass hysteria trying to coordinate plans around nap schedules, doctors appointments, mother's day out and grocery shopping trips.

So, what is this long rambling discussion about? It's about how I'm an idiot in need of more adult interaction.

I was coming out of Central Market with a million things running through my head. Lists were piling on top of lists. I got to my car, loaded up the back with the bags and heard two people approaching. It was a man and a woman on their way into the store for their late afternoon foodie adventure. The man looked at me and said, "Are you finished?"

I replied back to him that indeed I was not finished because "now I had to go to Krogers to go get more groceries because Central Market doesn't carry normal things like bisquick and then I had to head to Lowe's to pick up more lightbulbs for my living room, after that I have to go to Target to get some Easter gifts for my kids."

He and his wife looked blankly at me and he said, "um...I meant, are you finished with that basket?" as he sheepishly pointed to my grocery cart.

I look at them both as they stared into the eyes of a crazy woman and said, yes, I'm finished, ....sorry, here you go....sorry. I pushed my basket towards them and got into my car as quickly as I could.

Then, I burst out laughing at myself. What a dumbass I sounded like...of course they were asking about the basket, why would two strangers want to know if my shopping list was finished for the day. Facepalm.

Mom needs more people to talk to...that don't answer in one word statements.

My therapist

Every Thursday my son and I go to speech therapy. Currently he's working on his using words instead of sign language.

But each week I go it's slammed in my face 1) How lucky I am and 2) What a worry-wart I am.

I sit in the waiting room and I watch child after child come through that door. Zane is easily the most well off child. The other children are suffering from Downs, Autism, genetic disorders, physical deformities and the parents look beat down. Yet, there I sit with my smart phone texting with friends while my child learns how to ask for more bananas.

The guilt overwhelms me sometimes.

When children go back with their teachers sometimes the parents talk to me. The truth is I look busy with my phone so I don't have to talk to them. A few conversations that I've had always circle back to "So what's wrong with your kid". I'm too embarrassed to say, well nothing, he's just not talking on a schedule that's quick enough for me.

When the occasional parent does strike up a conversation with me I normally just listen because I'm sure they need to vent to someone. I've learned all the ins and outs of dealing with a seven year old who has downs and still has to wear a diaper. Or a child that is so lost in his own world that he doesn't even allow his parents to hug him.

One little girl is from an adoptive mother who when she received her from the system, the 6 month old had two broken legs and messed up wrists. She had been taken from an abusive mother who lived in a crack house. She still can't roll over or even hold a toy.

Sometimes I wonder if my son's therapy is really for him or it's more for me. Each week as I leave, I count my blessings and remain pretty chill about all things toddler for a few days. I guess everyone needs a little reality shoved in their face once in a while.

More at 11

A two year old little boy drown in his family's swimming pool in the city right next to ours.

Sexual predators don't scare me. Recalled baby toys don't scare me. Swimming pools scare the ever living crap out of me.

But what I couldn't understand about this tragedy is that the news was talking to the mom. She was just standing outside of her house giving a casual interview about how she was outside with her kid, decided to walk inside and go do something "real quick" and by the time she came back out he was floating in the pool dead.

She was looking right at the camera and giving a play by play. "Ya, I just went inside real quick like and by the time I got back out, there he was floatin' at the top of the pool and I thought it was a doll or somethin' cause it didn't look like him."

She even had makeup on and looked like her hair was done.

The news was quick to point out that the pool was ungated and there were zero safety measures in place for this "family pool".

If something tragic happened to either of my children, you can be damn sure the last thing I will be doing is sitting down talking with the local news. I would be so devastated that I probably walk around in circles in an unconscious state mumbling words until they took me off to the crazy house. Not only did her son die that morning, but it was also HER fault. I'm all for letting kids have freedoms but what idiot lets a two year old toddler play alone next to a pool?

I suppose people grieve in different ways and I shouldn't judge a situation I've never (and godwilling WILL never) have gone through but...she did her hair and makeup!

A Housewife.

You've worked your butt off all day. Making phone calls, arranging different appoinments and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Why can you clean ALL day and your house still look like a train wreck! The kids have been taught lessons on colors, numbers, letters and animals. Yet they still call everything yellow and zebras sound like cows. Just like yesterday.

It's 6 o'clock and dinner is ready. Your husband finally walks through the door and you greet him with a smile and kiss, as well as a look that says "I thought we agreed you would start coming home at 5:30".

Husband goes off to leisurely change clothes while you corral the cats to the table for dinner. One of the kids starts to get a tad bit fussy and husband launches into an alter ego who is intolerant of any toddler-like behavior. You scoff inwardly because if he thinks their refusal to put their cup on their placemat is ridiculous, he should have seen the 20 minute meltdown because you didn't allow she-twin to walk into the pantry for the 100th time that day and point to the cheetos.

His shirts are all folded and put away, he hasn't had to worry about clean clothes or a clean toilet for almost 2 years now. He drills you on why you forgot to call the exterminator and reminds you that spring is just around the corner.

And then the questions begin. The Why's? How comes? He can't understand why you get so upset with him. All day long, this is YOUR house. You've spent hours tending to it, making it as functional as possible; you've also been the leader of the pack - instructing children where to go, what to do, what not to do. ...and then he asks you Why!?! at any little request.

Could you put placemats on top of the washer?

Why!?

Could you wait before running the dishwasher?

Why!?

Could you please put these away for me?

Now? Why?!?

Then he really screws up and when removing one of the children's diapers exclaiming 'Why it's so wet?! When's the last time you've changed them!?' And gives you a short lecture on diaper rash potential versus time in wetness.

Sometimes husbands don't realize how hard it is to the be the CEO of the house all day long, and then have that title stripped from you the minute they walk through the door. You dream of the day that you could march into their work and randomly start questioning everything about their office. Is that a new pen? How much did your lunch cost today? It would be easier if you took notes on a larger note pad. Close the curtains in here, do you know how much electricity you're wasting!

You've finally finished your nightly chores, prepared yourself for tomorrow, made your lists, and checked them twice. Your bed stares longingly at you and you yearn for it's chilly sheets and soft pillow. Just as your body starts to relax and you're about to drift off...your back gets nudged. Why does everyone need all of you all the time.

My daughter, the sociopath

When I picked my daughter up from school yesterday, her teacher pulled me aside. She asked, "Does she cry a lot at home?" I said, no, she's actually a very happy baby, mischievous but happy. The teacher said...oh. I asked why the question?

She then launched into a speech about how my daughter cries all day long while at school. She won't let any one touch her and tends to hide in the corner. I told her that she's always been like that and just doesn't like interacting with most people (sort of like her mama).

She again gave an awkward "uh huh" face and continued. I'm just worried about her because when the other children start walking towards her she sticks out her hand to block them and then starts crying, running away from them. I said...uh huh? She said, well all the other children play so nicely together but she doesn't want anything to do with them.

I said, well, maybe she feels they are beneath her, she can be sort of an elitist (I was joking but my humor went straight over her head). She kept going, does she have trouble at home? Does she have any brothers or sisters or people at home who harm her? This is where my smile disappeared and my mommy claws started creeping from their sheath. I said, well I don't know what you are implying but we are a perfectly normal happy family and I guess she just doesn't like it here.

The teacher said, well she's quite attached to me and often clings to me because she acts afraid of everyone else. Through my gritted teeth I smiled and said, well thank you for looking after her.

At that time, my daughter comes running up to me, tears in her eyes, screaming my name. The teacher (dumb) reached down to grab her instead of letting her run into me. My daughter cold cocked her across the face with her sippy cup and screamed NO!!!!!!! I was instantly mortified as the teacher passed her quickly along to me to which she grabbed my shirt and buried her face in my shoulder.

I had no idea what to say. As a rule, I normally don't apologize for my kids reactions or emotions because they aren't mine to apologize for. The teacher looked at me and said, well, see you next week, goodbye. And walked off. Rarely am I at a loss for words (which gets me in trouble) but I stood there dumb founded. I pulled my wet faced, snotty daughter off my shoulder and said, "Honey, you may NOT hit other people." She looked me right in the eye, smiled out of one corner of her mouth and said, "no tush" (no touch).

The girl likes her space...

I was wrong.

Dear You,

I was wrong. I hope you can accept this letter as an apology for my wrongness. When my friends were saying nasty things about you, I defended you. When they described you with such intensity, I criticized them for not being fair and hurtful. I'm here now to say, I'm sorry, they were right and I was wrong.

Your invitation was not specifically addressed. No where on it did it say "adults only" to your late afternoon wedding. I incorrectly assumed it would be ok to bring my children, who have names and are not "little ones", to your church service.

I would never bring my children to a reception, who wants knocked over centerpieces and food on the floor? But bringing them into the house of God to witness a union of two people, I never saw the harm. My kids are well behaved in public and any bad behavior is met with quick removal from the situation.

Your email was a shock to me this morning. 'Who are the other two you are bringing to the church and I hope it's not your children...' Who else would it be? That is why I marked 4 for church and 2 for reception. I thought I was being considerate letting you know they were coming and not taking them to your reception. Apparently not. Apparently, allowing my children to step foot in a church in Richmond Texas is not in Jesus's plan for your perfect marriage.

Children were present at the wedding in Cana, where Jesus preformed his miracle. There were also sheep and donkey's too. I suppose I shouldn't bring them either. Wooly and Ass will be horribly disappointed. God's union between his people and the church is our example of marriage, but in this case, I guess children aren't people.

Sorry that my children could have potentially ruined your precious day where all eyes are on you and you run the show. Please forgive me, I was wrong about you.

Thanks,

ME

Well no wonder

My kids barely nap at Mother's Day Out. My son does pretty decent, napping an hour, but he'll sleep anywhere anytime (to make up for all of his infancy). My daughter however, will sleep about 20-30 minutes if anything.

This lack of napping is one of the "cons" of putting both of them in Mother's Day Out. It makes the rest of the day difficult and bedtime is pretty nasty. But, in the end, it is worth it to have 5 hours of time to myself to go to the grocery store and run crazy errands super fast.

Today I figured out why they nap so poorly. I bought them super soft sleeping bags. We've practiced sleeping on them many times, they love them. I just always assumed it was the fact they were on the floor and not in a crib.

The real reason is that the teacher has lullaby music blasting at hair dryer volume in the room. The window shades are open so it's bright as day in there and...they don't change diapers post lunch OR take their shoes off!

I snuck in a little early today to grab the kids, because even in those short 5 hours to myself I can't wait to get my hands back on their cute little cheeks. I crept up to their room and was slammed in the face with a rock concert of sleepy music. Then I saw how bright it was in there. My daughter saw me instantly and jumped off the floor and ran to me. I was like HI BABY! How are yo....why are your shoes on???? Then her crying made my son wake up and he jumped up with his shoes on and a nasty dirty diaper.

I ushered the kids out of the room so I didn't wake up the other kids but what in the world! I didn't have time to talk to the room mom but I think this warrants a little "mom-a-tude". I mean, I know I can easily take naps with my radio blaring, with the windows open and my shoes on, in shitty britches....

Let them GO

At the park today I saw a large group of kids prowling about the grounds. It seemed to be lead by two big boys and then lots of little minions. They looked like they were having a great time. Hiding from each other, dashing in and out of the picnic bench area and almost all of them were carrying stick in their hands.

I love seeing kids at play. It makes my heart warm.

Today, my best friend from childhood was with me. We recalled days when we used to get on our bikes and GO. When I say go, I mean GO. For hours we would be gone riding all over the north Texas country side. We also talked about how we would walk a few miles to go to Braum's and play on the tennis court of the local high school.

But alas, just as most kid-type things these days it was spoiled. Not by bugs, not by weather, not by dinner time...their fun was spoiled by a mom who didn't like the mischief.

I guess kids can't be trusted these days and the small sign of independence these children were exuding was too much for her. She marched over to their pack and disbanded the union. Disappointed kids turned in opposite directions and they all dissipated back to an area of the park where their parents could stand over them every single second.

Where did I go.

Google, who has always been flawless in my eyes, messed up and the blog went for a joyride in cyberspace. It's back now, thank you google.

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This weekend I went on a girls trip for a friend's bachelorette party. I had a good 4.5 hour trip back home to sit all by myself, think and reflect. Sometimes this is not such a good thing for me because my head tends to go off into a million different directions at once.

My largest reflection was life. Not in a 18 year old entering college for a first time type of "life" revelation, but how my children have changed mine.

Besides the obvious, the largest impact they've had is PERSPECTIVE.

I see life through their eyes now. I see joy in everything. I see cause and effect. I see that people are good. People have different opinions. People. are. good.

Much to my un-liking there was some of what I call "trash talk" at this event. It didn't consume it but there was a good bit of it. Sitting around ranting about People. Talking shit about People. Bringing up other People's business. Name calling. Claw tearing. People bashing.

Years ago I would have been smack dab in the middle of it, listening, egging on, laughing. I now have zero use for it. There are so many things to talk about in life, why find joy in hurting others.

My days are centered around teaching my kids how to love, see love and be loved. I try to teach them that the world does not revolve around them and their opinions, but rather they should learn how to fit peacefully into the world. The lessons I teach them are rubbing off onto me.

People do things their own way, have their own personalities, have their own thoughts and private struggles. My children have changed me and for that I am forever grateful.

Great minds discuss ideas

Average minds discuss events

Small minds discuss people

Everytime I think I'm a grown up, I just wait a few years and it's shoved in my face how I still have so much further to go.

Hand on your hip and naked pictures

Have you noticed in almost all of the pictures taken of girls that are 10 years younger than us, their hands are on their hips? They even cock their hip bone out a little like a runway model. What is this? Where did this come from? I rate this obnoxiousness up there with bending down and putting your hands on your knees in a picture, when this cheerleader group pile ducking is unnecessary.

I decided yesterday that I could not run for a public office. Back when I was a senior in college (ie stupid and drunk) my friend needed to practice her photography skills. Who better to test them on than me! I'll get naked for anybody. Well, I used to get naked comfortably for anyone because back in the day I had fantastic boobs. Unfortunately now they are sad empty drooping sacks but we all know that comes along with the mom territory.

Anyway. Yes she took naked pictures, anything south of the equator was tastefully (oxymoron?) covered up with leg crossing or cropping. BUT that's not the stupid part. The stupid part was I was seeing this guy while Jason and I were being stubborn. Ya, he took one. At first I thought, oh wow, this guy likes me so much he wanted a naked picture of me. I'm so special. [Facepalm]. So it's out there. If I ever ran for public office it would surely end up on some social networking site and the controversy would cause me to back down from my seat.

C'est la vie...

I heart my friends.

Another fellow blogger friend (and real life friend) wrote a post on depression vs friendship. I'm so glad she wrote this post because while I didn't struggle with post-partum depression, I sure struggled with post-partum funk.

It's hard to be a mom, it's hard to be a new mom, it's really freaking hard to be a new mom with twins, it's really freaking super duper hard to be a new mom with twins that packs up and moves away to a crazy city where she knows no one and has no support system.

I struggled daily to get out of bed. Not necessarily out of unhappiness but out of utter exhaustion. Multiple times I fell asleep in the middle of the playroom floor with the kids propped up in bouncers wondering what the heck was going on with mom.

I don't think anyone but a new mom understands what it feels like to be trapped. I was trapped in my house and trapped by my exhaustion. Going to the grocery store at night when the kids were finally asleep was enough to make me dizzy by the time I got home.

I tried my best to keep in touch with friends, my close ones I succeeded but the not so close ones disappeared into the background. In a way, I'm glad for it because I became a better friend to those who knew how much work is involved in real friendships.

They were the ones who loved me and supported me through all trials of motherhood, sisterhood and my new neighborhood. I owe them tons. Just knowing they were able to be understanding and put themselves in my shoes means so much to me.

I'm so glad to be back in Texas where I feel physically closer to them and I know I can call and meet them for lunch (at least the two that live here in Dallas with me!).

Mucho hugs to all.

It's up to them.

"...For step one, you pull out a piece of paper and write on it, "How I Want My Children to Turn Out." Boyack points out that few people actually make parenting plans, which is silly considering all that we plan out in life...."

A fellow blogger friend of mine had a recent post about making parenting plans. At first glance I thought, hmmm, this may be a good idea. But the more I started to think about it, the more I didn't like it.

If you make a list of how you want your children to turn out, you would probably start with the obvious. Not a mass murderer, child pornographer or someone who listens to Creed. But, although you may have some biggies on top, you're are inevitably going to start putting more specifics. Play an instrument, volunteer regularly, grow their own vegetables etc. etc.

In my opinion, how our children turn out in the specifics is not your business. Planning on molding a child to your likings is not right or fair. What happens if they don't turn out like something on your list? Did you fail? Did your child fail you? Are you disappointed?

I have no desire to sit down and write a list out on "How I want my children to turn out". My children may even turn out hating me and living in a closed off apartment in SoHo, if that is what makes them happy, go for it.

Modern parenting has one major pitfall. In our quest to be the most perfect of parents we are way too involved in our child's upbringing. Helicopter parenting is responsible for creating the emerging society of "not my fault-ers" and "can't someone else do this for me-ers".

I hope my kids take off for Europe without me. I hope they have a secret boyfriend or girlfriend that I know nothing about, and even maybe have a diary or journal that no one ever sees.

It's more important to me that my kids know that I will love them no matter what. No Matter What. They're going to mess up, maybe even really bad but it's their life, not an extension of my own.

This is fucked up.

My great aunt hasn't been doing so well the past few months. She's diabetic and has lots of back problems. Additionally, her husband is fighting his way through end stage metastatic cancer. The last time I talked to my aunt she said she was going to hire a home health care nurse to come in and help them out because it was getting too tough on them

During the move from Miami back to Texas, I became quite self-involved. Moving is stressful, moving with kids is uber-stressful. I honestly had not noticed that I hadn't talked to my great aunt, to whom I talk to each week, in over 3 months.

A few days ago my mom called me and said that my grandmother has gone down to help take care of her sister because she is really really bad. Completely loopy, they think she's had a stroke, she's not even making sense when she talks. Apparently, my grandmother arrived to a disgustingly dirty house and two very very sick people.

My great uncle hadn't gotten off the couch in days and was in his own filth, the floor of their house was not even visible from clothes and trash, and my great aunt was sleeping for hours upon hours during the day barely getting up and in pain.

That night, my grandmother called 911 because my aunt was in trouble. They rushed her to the ER and had to pump her stomach. They thought she overdosed on her pain medication. After pumping her stomach and restarting her heart twice, they did an analysis of the contents. What was inside???

Ecstasy and rohypnol (the date rape drug). You may be asking yourself, where did your great aunt score such great drugs? Well, turns out that the home health care nurse has been STEALING THEIR PAIN MEDICATION AND FEEDING THEM CHEAP STREET DRUGS!!!! WTF PEOPLE!!!! So while my great aunt and uncle have been in pain and looped up on X, this bitch has been coming into their house each day, poisoning them with drugs and keeping them in a sedated state and quiet.

Being selfish, I first thought, oh my God...I've been so wrapped up in my life that maybe a few phone calls to my great aunt would have alerted me that something was wrong. How could I have been so careless to let that slip. After smacking myself upside the head, I'm pass that now and focusing on trying to find out how I can help.

I'm so scared for my grandmother right now because she is down there helping out on her own. What if this crazy drug lady comes in the middle of the night to get rid of the evidence? The police have already been notified and I wish I knew more about what is going on.

Interestingly, this nurse has been in jail on a felony count of drug possession and distribution. How the HELL did she get this kind of job?

Where have I been?

Why haven't you heard anything from me lately?

Well, a few reasons. After putting the kids to sleep I've been trying to spend more quality time with my husband and less time on crack, I mean the internet.

Another reason is, sometimes they say, if you don't have something nice to say...well, each night when I think of something to write about (which I have plenty), I always talk myself out of it because, I'm so tired of looking at negatives.

My final problem is...whiners. Whine, whine, whine. I put up with whining all day from my daughter and then I have to put up with it with my real life friends too. I know everyone has issues and problems, but seriously, does it have to overcome your life? Do we all realize how fortunate we are! The fact that you are even reading this on a computer shows that life ain't so bad.

That comedian that was on TV a few months ago who said, "everything is amazing, yet no one is happy", I feel like screaming that from the top of my lungs every single time I get on the internet and read status updates. "UGH, I hate getting up at 8am for my stupid job...ughhh". You have a freaking job! Congrats!

Anyhoo...as I close this ironical post....bitching and bitching....let me say. Go hug a loved one or a tree, tell the people around you to get out of their funk and please, for the love of God, do something nice for someone else instead of constantly looking inward.

I know I have no room to talk but for the past 2 months I've been trying my best to crawl out of the hole of funkiness that I allowed myself to jump into in Miami. I'm back where I want to be and it's time to make myself happy.

One of my favorite quotes (or sayings, whatever) is that everyone is in the exact situation they want to be in right now. If you truly wanted to be somewhere else in your life you would be there already. True. Think of ANYTHING you want, (besides to have control of the world) and you can have it, but the path to get there may be hard...so instead, we bitch and whine about how we can't have it. boooooo.

I'm trying to extend these life lessons to children in the next few weeks. I'm tired of being their servants. The time has come for them to get a little tougher and do things on their own. Example. This morning my son wanted his sip cup. It was on the counter. He could reach it but instead he just chose to point and grunt. My first reaction was to grab it and give it to him, but I stopped, turned around and kept doing what I was doing. TEN minutes of screaming and pitching a fit and he finally grabbed it himself. I don't want lazy children.

And on that note, I'm going to clean my house and then go to the park. Because, I want a clean house and to smell the air.

Bad poster

I haven't been posting as frequently lately because again, I'm finding myself wiped out at the end of the day. Both of the kids (and me!) are sick right now with "the crud". Fevers and runny noses, up all night because no one can breathe. Yippee.

So instead of a long story. Here are a few short ones.

Lily woke up crying hard last night and wouldn't stop. After over an hour of holding her and trying to get her to calm down and go to sleep nothing was working. I finally turned on her light and she looked right at me and said "HI!". I said, Lily, that's enough, it's time to go night-night. She looked at her crib, looked and me and said, "nnnnnno." That's when I left her in there to figure it out.

I was at the grocery store today and I was in the juice/salad dressing aisle. I was picking up a bottle of red wine vinegar when I heard a lady behind me. She was letting her 7 year old child (I'm guestimating based on his size) ride in the little kid car - cart. He was crammed in there all hunched up. He said, MOM! Can we get... She stopped him before he could finished and said, "no mikey, chemicals, that's all that's in there. Nasty, badforyou chemicals, we don't eat disgusting chemicals. They are bad for you and it's dangerous to drink them. We only drink organic drinks."

You know what she was talking about? Capri Suns. It was obvious she was talking at me. You know how people do this sometimes. Have a loud conversation for your benefit. She even glanced my way to make sure I was listening to her rant.

If you know me, you know what I did next. Making sure she saw me, I grabbed a box, put it in my cart and walked passed her with my two toddlers. Smiling the whole way. I don't even like Capri suns. Thinking back I should have told her that "water" is also a chemical.

well, I've got more but guess what...it's 10pm, and I got two babies already crying...another long night...