Never in all the places I have lived have I ever been bothered by people and their car horns. Then I moved here. I do not understand for the life of me what is up with people and their need to lay on their car horns all hours of the day.
Lay on the horn if, Lord forbid, someone pauses 15 seconds before going through the green light, Lay on the horn if the other driver isn't where you think they should be, Park outside someone's house and lay on the horn to let them know you are there. Constantly. For minutes at a time. That one really baffles me. Do they not know you are coming? Could you not call them on your cell? Could you not wait, oh, 15 seconds, after pulling up to start layin on your horn? I kid you not, I have heard someone come INTO the apartment complex alreadying laying on their horn 2 buildings from where their destination is. 2am? no problem, let's lay on the horn over and over again. It's not like anyone sleeps at 2am or has kids sleeping at 2am.
Lay on the horn if YOU'RE in the wrong while driving because, ya know, it's OUR fault you're making an illegal turn. I've heard people lay on their horns and have no clue as to why they are doing it. I've just stopped caring or paying attention to horn honking. I'm telling ya, there's going to be a time when I'm gonna have to take a baseball bat to someones vehicle.
Let's all just do the world a favor and if you are a chronic horn honker, Stop it!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Update on the Piggy Bag
For those who read my Parental Homework blog I thought I would give an update on our piggy bag.
Not bad huh?
Don't ask why Mr Pig Bag has some sort of Herp issue on his mouth and yes, I realized after I drew the mouth that the 'flap' on the bag was the mouth. It's chin fat jowel now. But you can kinda tell it's a pig though, right? I drew, Big girl colored. I even aced the Overalls. I rocked it!
Hubs wasn't home to help me so I did it this morning while rushing to get everyone ready so we could go to Big Girl's confrences. I was so proud of myself. I did it. Homework is done. Fist Pump!
Then I go to confrences.................. I did the freakin' bag wrong. Are you KIDDING ME?! It's supposed to be a bag, not a freakin puppet! DRAT. Luckily I didn't tell/show her teacher and make more of a fool out of myself. She just happened to mention it. So, I had to hunt down more stupid bags. Luckily I found them at my first stop but I had to buy them in a pack of 40. What I'm going to do with 39 bags is beyond me. Hubs is doing this bag tonight. I'm not messing with it. I've done my duty.
Not bad huh?
Don't ask why Mr Pig Bag has some sort of Herp issue on his mouth and yes, I realized after I drew the mouth that the 'flap' on the bag was the mouth. It's chin fat jowel now. But you can kinda tell it's a pig though, right? I drew, Big girl colored. I even aced the Overalls. I rocked it!
Hubs wasn't home to help me so I did it this morning while rushing to get everyone ready so we could go to Big Girl's confrences. I was so proud of myself. I did it. Homework is done. Fist Pump!
Then I go to confrences.................. I did the freakin' bag wrong. Are you KIDDING ME?! It's supposed to be a bag, not a freakin puppet! DRAT. Luckily I didn't tell/show her teacher and make more of a fool out of myself. She just happened to mention it. So, I had to hunt down more stupid bags. Luckily I found them at my first stop but I had to buy them in a pack of 40. What I'm going to do with 39 bags is beyond me. Hubs is doing this bag tonight. I'm not messing with it. I've done my duty.
Tuesday's 10
1. I had a day full of preggo rage yesterday. I ripped the curtain rod and curtains off the window yesterday. It was a really cheap curtain rod beacuse that's the only kind the window would hold, bc the apartment sucks, and it was breaking and it made me mad. I don't have curtains now.
2. I also ruined the miniblinds yesterday too..on accident. I was closing the window and a few of the little slatty things got stuck and ripped because the mini blinds are cheap as crap..because the apartment sucks. After living 1/2 a day with zero outside light coming into the apartment I just now crazy glued them and fixed them.. I'm pretty sure it'll work. I can't live without sunlight. I just can't. Yes it's ghetto but it's all I can do to fix it at the moment.
3. It was either do that or end up ripping those down too.
4. We have mysterious spots showing up on our carpet. It's brown carpet but in our bedroom they are random spots as if someone has splattered bleach onto the carpet and they just show up, randomly. No bleach or ANY chemical has come into contact with those spots since I've been here. Pleaes, someone tell me I'm not crazy! They are seriously randomly appearing.
5. I sound like a crazy preggo chick but I swear it's all true
6. Big Girls Parent Teacher confrences were today. I'm so proud of her. She is doing wonderfully but needs to work on not losing her focus and going off into her own world.
7. I Love Nicholas Sparks. Amazing writer.
8. I really detest Apartment living.
9. I have no clue what to do for dinner tonight. I'm really not in the mood.
10. 10 days until Santa Fe!! I ..can't.. WAIT! Plus the money just came through so that we can totally go and not have to worry about anything..AND leave was approved! Oh HAPPY DAY!
2. I also ruined the miniblinds yesterday too..on accident. I was closing the window and a few of the little slatty things got stuck and ripped because the mini blinds are cheap as crap..because the apartment sucks. After living 1/2 a day with zero outside light coming into the apartment I just now crazy glued them and fixed them.. I'm pretty sure it'll work. I can't live without sunlight. I just can't. Yes it's ghetto but it's all I can do to fix it at the moment.
3. It was either do that or end up ripping those down too.
4. We have mysterious spots showing up on our carpet. It's brown carpet but in our bedroom they are random spots as if someone has splattered bleach onto the carpet and they just show up, randomly. No bleach or ANY chemical has come into contact with those spots since I've been here. Pleaes, someone tell me I'm not crazy! They are seriously randomly appearing.
5. I sound like a crazy preggo chick but I swear it's all true
6. Big Girls Parent Teacher confrences were today. I'm so proud of her. She is doing wonderfully but needs to work on not losing her focus and going off into her own world.
7. I Love Nicholas Sparks. Amazing writer.
8. I really detest Apartment living.
9. I have no clue what to do for dinner tonight. I'm really not in the mood.
10. 10 days until Santa Fe!! I ..can't.. WAIT! Plus the money just came through so that we can totally go and not have to worry about anything..AND leave was approved! Oh HAPPY DAY!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Seasons of Life
For a long time I was just a mom and a wife. Babies, spit up, formula, tantrums (the kid, not me) That was all that I thought I was and during that time I enjoyed it. I look back now and think fondly of the days where I had a 15 month old and a newborn and Hubs was deployed. Yes, I think fondly of those days. Those were really easy, fun, simple days. Spending my days with my babies. No attitudes, homework, fighting, hitting. I was content in that season of life.
Then came a time when I was 50lbs overweight. 2 toddlers and a soon to be deployed hubs..again. I wasn't happy. I didn't know who I was. What I was. What I wanted. I hated who I was becoming. Which is how this blog got started. I wanted an outlet, I wanted somewhere to 'be' that I fully mattered. That people enjoyed what I had to say. That I could say things besides "quit throwing your food on the floor"
Hubs left and I set out to change my life. Find who I was and what I wanted. I needed to find my voice again. I lost 50lbs, not for anyone BUT myself. I hired a babysitter so that I could have ME time. Everyday as I would go to the gym and run I found a little bit more of myself. I found a little bit more of my voice every mile I ran. I can honestly say I did find myself. I found my voice. I know now what I will stand for and what I won't and I'm not ashamed to be me. I know what I will put up with and what my deal breakers are. Moms, especially, need to not lose themselves. Be selfish. It's OKAY to be selfish! I enjoyed that season of life.
There are seasons in life. There's seasons in marriage. There's good times and bad times. Just because you are going through a 'good time' doesn't mean you got the marriage book of life down, married 2 or 20 years nobody knows it all. Just because you are going through a bad time doesn't mean you are failing. Anyone who has been married more than 3-4 years knows that there are seasons and just because you are in one season doesn't mean that the next day you will be in the same season.
I've been told numerous times that there's a '5 year itch' so to speak, in marriage, where things are rough. Really rough. I believe it. So, what do you do? Do you run away and say screw it all because life is tough. Or do you stick it out, grit your teeth and push through. Kinda like labor.. it can be scary at first, then the pain starts and it gets to the point where you say 'Please kill me now!' The pressure starts and you really really wanna die, It's hard work, Blood, sweat and tears. (unless you had an epi.. pansy! hehe just kidding) so what do you do? You grit your teeth and push through it and at the end is an amazing amazing gift. If 5 year itches are anything like labor then I'm willing to stick it out; to get to that amazing gift because it's WORTH IT! Over and Over again!
Right now I'm going through a tired season. I'm physically tired, mentally tired, tired of crayons and fighting and homework and hitting and attitudes, tired of doing it all for 16 hours a day. It could very well be my hormones. It could very well be that it's the weekend and I'm still 'doing it' and I'm so ready for the weekend but regardless it's time to stick it out.. deal. Get through this season. Push through and don't run away. The reward is great!
Then came a time when I was 50lbs overweight. 2 toddlers and a soon to be deployed hubs..again. I wasn't happy. I didn't know who I was. What I was. What I wanted. I hated who I was becoming. Which is how this blog got started. I wanted an outlet, I wanted somewhere to 'be' that I fully mattered. That people enjoyed what I had to say. That I could say things besides "quit throwing your food on the floor"
Hubs left and I set out to change my life. Find who I was and what I wanted. I needed to find my voice again. I lost 50lbs, not for anyone BUT myself. I hired a babysitter so that I could have ME time. Everyday as I would go to the gym and run I found a little bit more of myself. I found a little bit more of my voice every mile I ran. I can honestly say I did find myself. I found my voice. I know now what I will stand for and what I won't and I'm not ashamed to be me. I know what I will put up with and what my deal breakers are. Moms, especially, need to not lose themselves. Be selfish. It's OKAY to be selfish! I enjoyed that season of life.
There are seasons in life. There's seasons in marriage. There's good times and bad times. Just because you are going through a 'good time' doesn't mean you got the marriage book of life down, married 2 or 20 years nobody knows it all. Just because you are going through a bad time doesn't mean you are failing. Anyone who has been married more than 3-4 years knows that there are seasons and just because you are in one season doesn't mean that the next day you will be in the same season.
I've been told numerous times that there's a '5 year itch' so to speak, in marriage, where things are rough. Really rough. I believe it. So, what do you do? Do you run away and say screw it all because life is tough. Or do you stick it out, grit your teeth and push through. Kinda like labor.. it can be scary at first, then the pain starts and it gets to the point where you say 'Please kill me now!' The pressure starts and you really really wanna die, It's hard work, Blood, sweat and tears. (unless you had an epi.. pansy! hehe just kidding) so what do you do? You grit your teeth and push through it and at the end is an amazing amazing gift. If 5 year itches are anything like labor then I'm willing to stick it out; to get to that amazing gift because it's WORTH IT! Over and Over again!
Right now I'm going through a tired season. I'm physically tired, mentally tired, tired of crayons and fighting and homework and hitting and attitudes, tired of doing it all for 16 hours a day. It could very well be my hormones. It could very well be that it's the weekend and I'm still 'doing it' and I'm so ready for the weekend but regardless it's time to stick it out.. deal. Get through this season. Push through and don't run away. The reward is great!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Parental Homework
I read numerous blogs. One that I read, Twinisms, *You can find a link to her page over on the ride side of the screen..check her out, she's awesome* had a hilarious story yesterday about how her twin boys came home from school and had to make costumes out of paper bags. Go read it. It was really funny! I giggled all day at it, not that it was just purely funny but because that was -so- ME! 1,000% ME! So I spent the day yesterday radomly giggling about that story because I sympathized with her. I don't do crafts. I hate them. What I want to make never turns out like I want or like it should. Glitter makes me gringe.
That is the last time I ever, EVER giggly, sympathize with someone because what did my little Pre K sweetie bring home from school yesterday....... a freakin paper bag that I have to help her decorate into her favorite storybook character. For instance if she diggs the 3 little pigs I have to turn this stupid bag into a Pig. Are you freakin kidding me?!?! ACK! Not only do I have to help her do this crap I gotta have it done by Tuesday. It's Friday. I have a very busy weekend ahead, ya know, shopping, birthday parties, air shows, string cheese eating ect, and I have to find time to squeeze in making a Pig bag and help her with a book report. A book report. In Pre K. This parental homework is for the birds. Us parents have bigger things to worry about, like growing babies and string cheese with cake.
That is the last time I ever, EVER giggly, sympathize with someone because what did my little Pre K sweetie bring home from school yesterday....... a freakin paper bag that I have to help her decorate into her favorite storybook character. For instance if she diggs the 3 little pigs I have to turn this stupid bag into a Pig. Are you freakin kidding me?!?! ACK! Not only do I have to help her do this crap I gotta have it done by Tuesday. It's Friday. I have a very busy weekend ahead, ya know, shopping, birthday parties, air shows, string cheese eating ect, and I have to find time to squeeze in making a Pig bag and help her with a book report. A book report. In Pre K. This parental homework is for the birds. Us parents have bigger things to worry about, like growing babies and string cheese with cake.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
OCD..or NOT
I've had people tell me that my cleaning is a bit..uh..OCD, to put it nicely. I really don't think it is. Honestly. I've taken time, looked at my house and really thought about it and I don't think I have issues. Wait, is that like asking a chocoholic if they eat too much chocolate ? hmm
It's not that I'm OCD..I just enjoy cleanliness and I can't stand clutter. Most of my OCD is mental OCD, meaning my house can be messy but everything that I need to do and should do is rolling around and around in my brain and it rolls and rolls until I explode. Not literally.
Like, for instance, toys. Toy boxes make my head spin. Billons of little toys humple jumpled in a box where nobody can find anything. Barbies mixed with blocked mixed with toy food. Makes me go crazy. I actually have a system now where the girls' big toys are in a large colored rubbermaid box and their smaller toys (barbies, blocks, ect) are in 2 1/2 gallon Hefty zipping bags. Each are labled and are in another colored rubbermaid. That way they can get one bag out and everything doesn't get humple jumpled. Genius. Not OCD.
Then, there's my dirty floor issues. I cannot stand to be walking around barefoot (because I don't wear shoes) and step on some sort of misc. piece of whatever. Dirt, grit, paper, goop, stick. Plus, it just looks tacky.
At the moment I'm sitting here looking around my house at my messy kitchen, my messy livingroom, the laundry that needs folded, the dusting that needs done... *sigh* See, Mental OCD. I need to just get busy. If I really got busy and did it it would only take probably an hour, at most. *yes, that is my type of 'messy'
Okay, I'm gonna do it. I really am. Ya'll would be so proud!
ONWARD AND FORWARD I GO TO GET MY OCD UNDER CONTROL!
It's not that I'm OCD..I just enjoy cleanliness and I can't stand clutter. Most of my OCD is mental OCD, meaning my house can be messy but everything that I need to do and should do is rolling around and around in my brain and it rolls and rolls until I explode. Not literally.
Like, for instance, toys. Toy boxes make my head spin. Billons of little toys humple jumpled in a box where nobody can find anything. Barbies mixed with blocked mixed with toy food. Makes me go crazy. I actually have a system now where the girls' big toys are in a large colored rubbermaid box and their smaller toys (barbies, blocks, ect) are in 2 1/2 gallon Hefty zipping bags. Each are labled and are in another colored rubbermaid. That way they can get one bag out and everything doesn't get humple jumpled. Genius. Not OCD.
Then, there's my dirty floor issues. I cannot stand to be walking around barefoot (because I don't wear shoes) and step on some sort of misc. piece of whatever. Dirt, grit, paper, goop, stick. Plus, it just looks tacky.
At the moment I'm sitting here looking around my house at my messy kitchen, my messy livingroom, the laundry that needs folded, the dusting that needs done... *sigh* See, Mental OCD. I need to just get busy. If I really got busy and did it it would only take probably an hour, at most. *yes, that is my type of 'messy'
Okay, I'm gonna do it. I really am. Ya'll would be so proud!
ONWARD AND FORWARD I GO TO GET MY OCD UNDER CONTROL!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Tuesday's 10
1. I ask the munchin heads what they want for breakfast...oatmeal they say, I make oatmeal... Then I get whines about how they really really wanted pancakes... I give up! I'm not a short order cook and I'm tired of wasting food because they won't eat it.
2. I feel so behind..laundry, dishes, dusting, cleaning, mopping.. I'm behind on it all. I need another me!
3. Anyone volunteering to be another me can apply via this blog. Thanks!
4. That round, metal thing in the kitchen with the lid...... That's the trashcan.. Let's use it.
5. This whole parental homework that get's sent home from big girls school is a crock of crap. The reason I'm so behind is because I'm busy doing parental homework.
6. I cannot wait to have my own washer and dryer again. I'm so over this apartment life.
7. Hubs is so close to putting in his appication to a certain PD where I really really want to go... I'm excited!!!
8. I'm so tired of spending money.... seems we are always out of something or needing something or getting another bill
9. I think the amount of water that is allocated to us in this apt. complex is crap. They must have set that rate by apartments with only 1 person in them. It's a crock of crap.
10. I also think it's a crock of crap that I am paying 2.25 per load of laundry. A family of 4, one a soldier and one in school equals a lot of laundry! I need to find a laundromat that doesn't charge as much.
2. I feel so behind..laundry, dishes, dusting, cleaning, mopping.. I'm behind on it all. I need another me!
3. Anyone volunteering to be another me can apply via this blog. Thanks!
4. That round, metal thing in the kitchen with the lid...... That's the trashcan.. Let's use it.
5. This whole parental homework that get's sent home from big girls school is a crock of crap. The reason I'm so behind is because I'm busy doing parental homework.
6. I cannot wait to have my own washer and dryer again. I'm so over this apartment life.
7. Hubs is so close to putting in his appication to a certain PD where I really really want to go... I'm excited!!!
8. I'm so tired of spending money.... seems we are always out of something or needing something or getting another bill
9. I think the amount of water that is allocated to us in this apt. complex is crap. They must have set that rate by apartments with only 1 person in them. It's a crock of crap.
10. I also think it's a crock of crap that I am paying 2.25 per load of laundry. A family of 4, one a soldier and one in school equals a lot of laundry! I need to find a laundromat that doesn't charge as much.
Moms, I need your help!
I'm tired...like, really. I am. The last time I had consistant full night sleeps was 4 1/2 years ago. People lied to me. They said "6 weeks and they'll be sleeping through the night" If I could remember who told me that I'd go punch them but I can't because I'm too tired. Then baby 1 came, she slept fairly good, waking every 4-5 hours, then I get pregnant with baby #2 6 months after #1, hubs deploys which throws toddler 1 into a sleeping tailspin and baby #2 is born, baby #2 slept max 3 hours at a time...Then hubs deploys again, before this deployment we were in a wonderful 2 month span of everyone sleeping 7pm-7am..it was bliss, for 2 months..Then hubs deploys which, once again, throws the kids into a tailspin of no sleeping. We're talking both awake every couple hours crying for daddy..It sucked. We've never gotten back to that bliss.
My next issue... Big girl has the metabolism of a rabbit. It's insane. For Halloween she's going to be a starving refugee child. So, big girl eats dinner, eats a snack, drinks milk all before bed and her freakin metabolism wakes her up hungry anywhere between 11-2am, then 3-5 shes up again. I refuse to cook the child a meal in the middle of the night so we compromised and she gets a glass of milk then back to bed.. It has worked so far. She sleeps, I'm up approx. 2 times a night, not the best situation but I deal, she's not hungry in the night.
My final issue...Totally just clicked that I'm about to have a baby in 6 months (shut up, I know, I'm slow) ..also just clicked that babies get up around 3-5 times a night. Add 3-5 times a night for the baby plus 2-3 times for the other kids and that equals me up anywhere from 5-8 times a night....... THATS..EVERY..HOUR! What in the world am I going to do??? I'm not going to survive. Nor sleep...EVER AGAIN! I totally understand moms lose sleep and I'm okay with that, I am, however, not okay with being up every hour for the next umpteen years.
I get it, I shouldn't have started the milk thing but she was hungry and I can't bare to let my child go to bed hungry and I didn't know what to do. It was the best option at the time. I really don't know what to do.. let her be hungry? which could possibly just keep waking her up again and again. Or do I just suck it up and deal and spend the next 3 years of my life on no sleep at all? It's been suggested to me to try giving her a protein shake, milk, protein powder, but I'm not sure if I wanna go down that road or what, if any, effects it could have on her.
Moms, I NEED YOUR HELP! Have you ever dealt with this? What can I do? I'm positive that 80% of it is her metabolism and the other 20% is just habit. I can't bare having her hungry but I really really need some sleep in the next year.
My next issue... Big girl has the metabolism of a rabbit. It's insane. For Halloween she's going to be a starving refugee child. So, big girl eats dinner, eats a snack, drinks milk all before bed and her freakin metabolism wakes her up hungry anywhere between 11-2am, then 3-5 shes up again. I refuse to cook the child a meal in the middle of the night so we compromised and she gets a glass of milk then back to bed.. It has worked so far. She sleeps, I'm up approx. 2 times a night, not the best situation but I deal, she's not hungry in the night.
My final issue...Totally just clicked that I'm about to have a baby in 6 months (shut up, I know, I'm slow) ..also just clicked that babies get up around 3-5 times a night. Add 3-5 times a night for the baby plus 2-3 times for the other kids and that equals me up anywhere from 5-8 times a night....... THATS..EVERY..HOUR! What in the world am I going to do??? I'm not going to survive. Nor sleep...EVER AGAIN! I totally understand moms lose sleep and I'm okay with that, I am, however, not okay with being up every hour for the next umpteen years.
I get it, I shouldn't have started the milk thing but she was hungry and I can't bare to let my child go to bed hungry and I didn't know what to do. It was the best option at the time. I really don't know what to do.. let her be hungry? which could possibly just keep waking her up again and again. Or do I just suck it up and deal and spend the next 3 years of my life on no sleep at all? It's been suggested to me to try giving her a protein shake, milk, protein powder, but I'm not sure if I wanna go down that road or what, if any, effects it could have on her.
Moms, I NEED YOUR HELP! Have you ever dealt with this? What can I do? I'm positive that 80% of it is her metabolism and the other 20% is just habit. I can't bare having her hungry but I really really need some sleep in the next year.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Par-TAY!
My Little Blog hit 5,000 views!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! Thank you thank you all for reading!!!!
PARTY OVA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY for you guys!! Ya'll Rock!!
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PARTY OVA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY for you guys!! Ya'll Rock!!
To celebrate tell someone about my blog and share the love!!!
Friday, October 14, 2011
Things I learned Today
1. Now that I am pregnant I should and will use the Expectant Mother Parking at the Commisary. It's much easier than dragging my tired, 'I really really have to pee' self and a toddler all the way from the last parking stall because I'm dumb enough to go on Payday.
2. Make sure I have a pen when going grocery shopping. The last two times I've been penless. Last time all I had was a small nubbins of a blue crayon, which was annoying because it was an inch long. This time I at least had a full sized black crayon but little miss kept taking it and not giving it to me because it was 'her' crayon..I shouldn't be aruging with a toddler in the Commisary about needing the black crayon.
3. I find it annoying that Colonals have their own parking spot up close..I didn't see 1 Colonal in that Commisary. I'm sure it was a wife parked in that spot. That's annoying to me. If hubs were a Colonal I would park in a normal spot...seriously. It's not my rank. And, for real, how many Colonals go to the Commisary at 1 in the afternoon....
4. I had no pen in my purse but I did have 4 crayons, 2 little people, 3 chapsticks and a toy car.
5. Walking 3 loads of laundry across the complex then going grocery shopping then making at least 4 trips up and down the stairs makes preggo very very very TIRED.
6. Specifiy a downstairs apartment next time.
2. Make sure I have a pen when going grocery shopping. The last two times I've been penless. Last time all I had was a small nubbins of a blue crayon, which was annoying because it was an inch long. This time I at least had a full sized black crayon but little miss kept taking it and not giving it to me because it was 'her' crayon..I shouldn't be aruging with a toddler in the Commisary about needing the black crayon.
3. I find it annoying that Colonals have their own parking spot up close..I didn't see 1 Colonal in that Commisary. I'm sure it was a wife parked in that spot. That's annoying to me. If hubs were a Colonal I would park in a normal spot...seriously. It's not my rank. And, for real, how many Colonals go to the Commisary at 1 in the afternoon....
4. I had no pen in my purse but I did have 4 crayons, 2 little people, 3 chapsticks and a toy car.
5. Walking 3 loads of laundry across the complex then going grocery shopping then making at least 4 trips up and down the stairs makes preggo very very very TIRED.
6. Specifiy a downstairs apartment next time.
Promises of a Military Couple (EDITED with the Author!)
I had the Author contact me and now I know who wrote this! yay!!! I edited it to reflect her name and website! Now we all know who to give credit to when we repost this wonderful piece!
Promises of a military couple
A Soldier's Promise ...
I cannot promise you every night of my life. I cannot promise to be beside you for every difficult moment, every trial, every hardship. In truth, I can promise you that I will not be with you for most. I will leave you at inconvenient times. I may miss the births of our children. Any special date to us may be tainted with the anniversary of the death of one of my friends. I will ask you to take over whatever life we have built together for months and years at a time. And will then crash back into that life that you have used your sweat and your tears and your heartache to keep together and try to take it back as I knew it before. I will shut you out at times because it will be the best way for me to hold it together at that moment. I will lie to you. I will tell you I don't know things when I do. I will not always tell you where I am going, when I will be back, or who I am with. I may not call you for weeks and months and you will not be able to call me. You will ask questions that I won't answer. You will know answers to questions that you will hope you never need. I will share things with my brothers that you will never understand. They will know things about me that you never will. They will be a support to me in some things that you cannot be. I will miss birthdays. I will miss anniversaries. I will have to get to know our children over and over again. I may need time to process things that seem natural to everyone else. It will seem that someone - or something - will always take precedence over you. You may lose me long before you ever thought possible. I will uproot you and ask you to re-establish our family anywhere in the world, in any season, at any time - over and over again. Sand and mud will be tracked through your halls from the boots I am too tired to take off. I will leave you when you beg me not to. I will stand at attention while you cry beside me. I will not turn my head and I will walk away. I will knowingly break your heart. And I will do it again - and again.
I cannot promise you all of me. I cannot promise that to our children. I cannot promise you much of anything.
But if you will have me, I can promise that as I march away from you it is not without sharing your heartache. I promise you that every time I break your heart I will be breaking mine. Every time that I cannot answer you I will be protecting you. Whenever you want to call and you have no number to dial I will be wanting to do the same. I will protect everything that we have created together with every fiber of my being while you do the same back at home. I will honor you in everything - every moment that we are apart and every moment that I am with you. I will fight harder and push further knowing that I do so for you. I will see the faces of our children in every life that I protect. And I will carry you with me in everything until my sandy boots once again sit just inside our door.
An Army Wife's promise ...
I cannot promise that I will not become frustrated when you leave me and the world seems to fall apart around me. I cannot promise that I will not curse those who sent you when the dryer breaks, and the transmission needs to be replaced, and the dog eats the couch all in the same week - most likely the week after you deploy. I cannot promise that the sand and mud that cakes my floor will not cause me to give you harsh looks and rude thoughts. I cannot promise that my heart will not be torn in twelve different ways when you march away from me. I cannot promise that I will not let my anger show when you refuse to answer questions. I cannot promise to understand why you share things with your comrades that you will not share with me. I cannot promise that there won't be times when my heartache makes its presence known before my pride can mask it. I cannot promise that I will not show my worry and my concern when it is best for you not to see it. I cannot promise to understand why you do so many of the things you do.
But I can promise that for as many tears of sadness and frustration and anger that are shed there will be double that of tears of pride. I can promise you that for every time you are away from me, I will learn to cherish the times that you are with me. In everything I will honor you and honor your sacrifice. I can promise to teach our children to do the same. I will use every moment that you are not with them to show them the amazing man that you are through my actions and my pride. I can promise that there will never be a night where you are not the subject of my final prayer and the keeper of my dreams. I promise to try to be understanding that there are many things I will never understand. I promise to keep you with me in everything and to do my best to keep grace in this life. I will be strong for you as you are strong for me and I will carry you with me in every moment until your sandy boots again sit just inside our door.
Written by Megan Williams
http://toloveasoldier.blogspot.com/2011/02/promises.html
Promises of a military couple
A Soldier's Promise ...
I cannot promise you every night of my life. I cannot promise to be beside you for every difficult moment, every trial, every hardship. In truth, I can promise you that I will not be with you for most. I will leave you at inconvenient times. I may miss the births of our children. Any special date to us may be tainted with the anniversary of the death of one of my friends. I will ask you to take over whatever life we have built together for months and years at a time. And will then crash back into that life that you have used your sweat and your tears and your heartache to keep together and try to take it back as I knew it before. I will shut you out at times because it will be the best way for me to hold it together at that moment. I will lie to you. I will tell you I don't know things when I do. I will not always tell you where I am going, when I will be back, or who I am with. I may not call you for weeks and months and you will not be able to call me. You will ask questions that I won't answer. You will know answers to questions that you will hope you never need. I will share things with my brothers that you will never understand. They will know things about me that you never will. They will be a support to me in some things that you cannot be. I will miss birthdays. I will miss anniversaries. I will have to get to know our children over and over again. I may need time to process things that seem natural to everyone else. It will seem that someone - or something - will always take precedence over you. You may lose me long before you ever thought possible. I will uproot you and ask you to re-establish our family anywhere in the world, in any season, at any time - over and over again. Sand and mud will be tracked through your halls from the boots I am too tired to take off. I will leave you when you beg me not to. I will stand at attention while you cry beside me. I will not turn my head and I will walk away. I will knowingly break your heart. And I will do it again - and again.
I cannot promise you all of me. I cannot promise that to our children. I cannot promise you much of anything.
But if you will have me, I can promise that as I march away from you it is not without sharing your heartache. I promise you that every time I break your heart I will be breaking mine. Every time that I cannot answer you I will be protecting you. Whenever you want to call and you have no number to dial I will be wanting to do the same. I will protect everything that we have created together with every fiber of my being while you do the same back at home. I will honor you in everything - every moment that we are apart and every moment that I am with you. I will fight harder and push further knowing that I do so for you. I will see the faces of our children in every life that I protect. And I will carry you with me in everything until my sandy boots once again sit just inside our door.
An Army Wife's promise ...
I cannot promise that I will not become frustrated when you leave me and the world seems to fall apart around me. I cannot promise that I will not curse those who sent you when the dryer breaks, and the transmission needs to be replaced, and the dog eats the couch all in the same week - most likely the week after you deploy. I cannot promise that the sand and mud that cakes my floor will not cause me to give you harsh looks and rude thoughts. I cannot promise that my heart will not be torn in twelve different ways when you march away from me. I cannot promise that I will not let my anger show when you refuse to answer questions. I cannot promise to understand why you share things with your comrades that you will not share with me. I cannot promise that there won't be times when my heartache makes its presence known before my pride can mask it. I cannot promise that I will not show my worry and my concern when it is best for you not to see it. I cannot promise to understand why you do so many of the things you do.
But I can promise that for as many tears of sadness and frustration and anger that are shed there will be double that of tears of pride. I can promise you that for every time you are away from me, I will learn to cherish the times that you are with me. In everything I will honor you and honor your sacrifice. I can promise to teach our children to do the same. I will use every moment that you are not with them to show them the amazing man that you are through my actions and my pride. I can promise that there will never be a night where you are not the subject of my final prayer and the keeper of my dreams. I promise to try to be understanding that there are many things I will never understand. I promise to keep you with me in everything and to do my best to keep grace in this life. I will be strong for you as you are strong for me and I will carry you with me in every moment until your sandy boots again sit just inside our door.
Written by Megan Williams
http://toloveasoldier.blogspot.com/2011/02/promises.html
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Microwave no more!
Hi, my name is Erica and I don't have a microwave. I'm dead serious, I don't. I did but it was attached to the house and we kinda had to move so I left it, not really thinking that I would need one. Fast forward, we arrive at our new apartment and there's no microwave. And I'm cheap. So I said "Suuure, we can manage without one" The first couple weeks were rough, I'll admit.
GOOD NEWS: I don't miss my microwave! I really really don't. Ok, so there's the box of microwave popcorn I have in the cabinet and everytime I see it I want a microwave but I can't justify spending $70 just to pop some popcorn. Then there's the occasonal fatty TV dinner I see at the store and think "mmm..that'd be good" but let's be real, yah, it'd be good but they have zero nutrional value and are full of fats that will just find their way to my butt anyways so I'm not paying $70 to help my butt get bigger than it already is. So when push comes to shove, I don't miss my microwave!!
Granted I go through some trouble reheating leftovers. Turn on oven, heat food, wait 15 mins but whatever, start early enough and it's no problem. I cook all the veggies in a pot on the stove or I steam them in my rice cooker/steamer. I'm learning to cook smaller portions or freeze so that I don't have to spend every afternoon with my oven on heating up leftovers.
Some people say microwaves kill your food and send like..radiation or vibes or something into ya, I dunno about that but if it's true then I'm safe...another plus.
I will say that when we didn't have our household goods and I had no pots and pants (because I was too busy packing teapots and picture frames) I did miss a microwave..It was really, really hard to cook. I cooked in pie plates in the oven, yah I brought the pie plates with the teapot, don't ask me when the last time I made a pie and some hot tea..because I do neither, so I have no clue why I brought those things instead of pots and pans, I think it was the vibes from my old microwave that caused the brain issues. I cooked my veggies in the teapot. Worked great, ruined the teapot but worked great. That's okay, I didn't use the teapot anyways, it was just decoration.
I'm really proud of myself for being so...new age..and not having a microwave!
So here's my challenge to you: Don't use your microwave for a week. Just try it. It's pretty liberating! I dare you. Ok, If you can't do a week, just try a day or two. Really. I mean it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tuesday's 10
1. I love peanut M&Ms..They are by far the best M&Ms ever.
2. The new pretzle M&Ms are pretty darn awesome too!
3. Every night for the past 4 nights I've gotten horrible headaches. Today it started at 1 in the afternoon and finally let up around 4 and now at 7 it's starting again..ughh..It's gotta be some weird pregnancy thing
4. or maybe Im starting to get sick..I dunno
5. Today was big girls first school picture day! She looked beautiful and I can't wait to get her pics!!
6. I really really miss living in a house
7. I'm meeting my parents in Santa Fe in less than a month for a long weekend right around my birthday. I'm SO excited! I told J if he could take off those 4 days that can be considered my birthday present. I..can't..wait! Mini vaca, vacation house, really good food...I'm stoked
8. I am SO PROUD of big girl! She is growing up so much and learning so much and becoming such a big girl. I just want to cry and hug her close and not let her get any bigger.
9. Lil miss on the other hand has hit some terrible 3 sorta syndrome
10. I'm in the middle of a really good John Grisham book...I also have 2 more really really good books waiting on me.. I'm a bit stressed by it. Between daily life, pregnancy, kids, husband, ect it's really hard to find time to read and if I do read -something- goes undone. I'm stressed.
and a bonus..because I love you all:
11. We're going to White Sands this weekend. I'm excited! I haven't been there since I was little. The mounds upon mounds of bright white sand is just beautiful!
2. The new pretzle M&Ms are pretty darn awesome too!
3. Every night for the past 4 nights I've gotten horrible headaches. Today it started at 1 in the afternoon and finally let up around 4 and now at 7 it's starting again..ughh..It's gotta be some weird pregnancy thing
4. or maybe Im starting to get sick..I dunno
5. Today was big girls first school picture day! She looked beautiful and I can't wait to get her pics!!
6. I really really miss living in a house
7. I'm meeting my parents in Santa Fe in less than a month for a long weekend right around my birthday. I'm SO excited! I told J if he could take off those 4 days that can be considered my birthday present. I..can't..wait! Mini vaca, vacation house, really good food...I'm stoked
8. I am SO PROUD of big girl! She is growing up so much and learning so much and becoming such a big girl. I just want to cry and hug her close and not let her get any bigger.
9. Lil miss on the other hand has hit some terrible 3 sorta syndrome
10. I'm in the middle of a really good John Grisham book...I also have 2 more really really good books waiting on me.. I'm a bit stressed by it. Between daily life, pregnancy, kids, husband, ect it's really hard to find time to read and if I do read -something- goes undone. I'm stressed.
and a bonus..because I love you all:
11. We're going to White Sands this weekend. I'm excited! I haven't been there since I was little. The mounds upon mounds of bright white sand is just beautiful!
LT update
LT is rockin' and rollin! Had my very first Dr appt last week. I got a little sneak peak at LT. It was so exciting and made it so real! I was just in awe. LT was rockin around in there. I got to see LT kick 2 little legs, swing 2 little arms and bop his/her head all around. I've never seen any of my other babies rockin like that. It was so funny and so incredible to see. LT is a bit tiny, only measuring around 9wks. I'm trying to not let my mommy brain worry. I know when LT was concieved and that does not equal 9wks, more along the lines of 11wks. I'm sure everything is fine but all mommys know how we can worry sometimes.
My queasiness is gone and the tiredness is slowly letting up. Very slowly. I'm already suffering from back pain and hip pain if I sit for too long. I'm tellin ya, the more kids you have the more it weakens ya. None of my pants are fitting. Even my biggest pair of jeans is getting uncomfortable and I have a grand total of 4 shirts that fit. The only time I look pregnant is if I wear a dress. If I wear pants then I just look fat. I'm even growing out of my bras..ACK! It's ridiculus!
We did the ring test the other day. Where you dangle your wedding ring over your tummy. If it spins in a circle it's a boy, if it swings back and forth its a girl......... Ring test says BOY! Ring test was right with both girls..we shall see.
Cravings...Let's see... gravy, slushies, banana splits, chicken fried steak, potatoes. LT is very hungry lately. When LT wants to eat, LT wants to e-a-t. Not so good for momma though. I really need my platonic husband here to take me on death walks to keep me in shape. I stayed in great shape while pregnant with lil girl, thanks to Mandy. That girl had me hiking up hills pushing a stroller while 7 months pregnant. She is a great platonic husband!
I don't go to the dr again until Mid November. And we find out if LT is a boy or a girl 3 days before Christmas! My favorite Holiday! HOHOHO
My queasiness is gone and the tiredness is slowly letting up. Very slowly. I'm already suffering from back pain and hip pain if I sit for too long. I'm tellin ya, the more kids you have the more it weakens ya. None of my pants are fitting. Even my biggest pair of jeans is getting uncomfortable and I have a grand total of 4 shirts that fit. The only time I look pregnant is if I wear a dress. If I wear pants then I just look fat. I'm even growing out of my bras..ACK! It's ridiculus!
We did the ring test the other day. Where you dangle your wedding ring over your tummy. If it spins in a circle it's a boy, if it swings back and forth its a girl......... Ring test says BOY! Ring test was right with both girls..we shall see.
Cravings...Let's see... gravy, slushies, banana splits, chicken fried steak, potatoes. LT is very hungry lately. When LT wants to eat, LT wants to e-a-t. Not so good for momma though. I really need my platonic husband here to take me on death walks to keep me in shape. I stayed in great shape while pregnant with lil girl, thanks to Mandy. That girl had me hiking up hills pushing a stroller while 7 months pregnant. She is a great platonic husband!
I don't go to the dr again until Mid November. And we find out if LT is a boy or a girl 3 days before Christmas! My favorite Holiday! HOHOHO
Monday, October 10, 2011
The Things Moms Say
1. Get that crayon out of your diaper
2. Stop trying to eat your sister
3. No, you cannot have a baby in your tummy right now
4. Yes, you can have some hair product (yes, my oldest knows the phrase 'hair product')
5. No, you may not tell Mr. Ray (the Bus driver) about your sisters poop
6. There aren't any scary monsters in our house
7. Eat your chicken or you aren't getting dessert
8. no, you may not play on my Ipad.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Deployments: What you don't know
Disclaimer: This blog is not for the faint of heart. If you are going through a deployment or about to I suggest you not read further. This is one of my blogs that is raw and emotional.
I've just completed my third deployment in 6 years. Deployments are a roller coaster ride. The scariest roller coaster ride ever. It doesn't start the day they leave, It starts months beforehand. The rollercoaster of emotions and tears and anger and denial. You're given briefs beforehand,. Your Soldier is given briefs beforehand. Everyone knows that you must be feeling sad, scared that your Soldier may not come home, nervous, ect. Things I haven't shared with anyone non military, things I haven't felt I could share until now. Things I wouldn't share without my Soldiers approval. Now that I am done with deployments and my Soldier is home safe I finally feel like I can share this stuff. This may not be everyone's experiences, I'm not sure wives would talk about it if it was, but it was my experience.
Here's what you don't know..................
I've spent coutless evenings sitting around listening to "this is my will" Being read a will. Being told "this is how I want my funeral" Having that conversation is one thing, but to have it right before your soldier is going off to a war zone. It messes with your emotions big time.
I've been told what to say and what not to say should there be a mass casulty situation and the press starts sneaking around.
I've been told about the risk of being captured. This last deployment was different than the other 2. Scarier, riskier. More at stake.
My soldier was sent home from a brief and was told to tell their spouse about what they should do if the soldier was captured by insurgents. What do to if they were captured and threatened with beheading. Who to contact. Who to talk to and who to not talk to. Talk about emotions. "bye babe, see ya in a year, oh here's what to do if I should get beheaded" We've all seen on T.V pictures of insurgents having captured a soldier..Now imagine if that were your spouse. This conversation is one of them that kept me awake at night, brought countless tears and countless moments of panic.
I sat at a brief and was shown a map of a 'base' "There's one small chainlink fence protecting your soldier from the rest of Afghanistan" (Think: backyard fence) and "we're using this hummer here as a 'gate', nobody IN the hummer, just a hummer, but don't worry about your soldier, they are in fine hands"
The things I heard. It's surprising I didn't have to be medicated.
I've been told time and time again about who makes notifications about Casulties. Who and how and what and why. Lord forbid UPS knocks on my door without me knowing.
Did I let myself go to that 'dark place?' At times. I couldn't get past 'what if there's a knock at the door' At that point I had to stop myself. I couldn't and wouldn't let myself go any further. Instant tears. It's an unspoken rule with the Army wives, you never ever show up unexpected.
I remember one time, my Soldier was due home very very soon. I was busy doing housework and piddling around and Big girl hollers "mom, theres someone at the door" So I peek out the window and all I see is ACU uniform. I couldn't see their face. My heart stopped. Every one of my bodily functions stopped. I opened the door, of course, and it was just one of my husbands Soldiers stopping by to see if he was home yet. I shoulda smacked him. Granted, looking back, my Soldier was safe because he was due home so soon but it still stops your heart.
Everyday is a roller coaster. Everyday you are up or down or both, or hourly. Getting a call from your soldier and all of a sudden you hear sirens and "Oh crap I gotta go!" (Click) and you are left there sitting at home with the what if's, the emotions, wondering if that time it was for real. Will he call back? When will he call back? What if he doesn't. What do you do?........sit and wait?
My first 2 deployments weren't this raw. Number three was a different story. Number 3 tested my resolve and will and strength every step of the way, up until an hour before my soldier was home. Why was I told all this? Wouldn't it just be easier if I was kept blind? yeah, it would have been easier but that's not the smartest idea. You never know what might happen.
Our time in the Army is up soon. In less than a year. I'm sad to leave. I'm sad to leave my Army family. I'm sad to leave this. My heart, mind, sprirt, and marriage are on the line though. Not getting out would require another deployment in a year. I go back and forth, could I or couldn't I do another deployment? Could I? Ultimatly, yes. I physically -could- do 4 deployments in 8 years. Is that what's healthy for me, my kids, my family, my marriage..... I'm not too sure about that. If it were in the cards for us to be in a non deployable unit for a few years then without a doubt we would stay in, but at this moment that's not what's happening for us.
I've just completed my third deployment in 6 years. Deployments are a roller coaster ride. The scariest roller coaster ride ever. It doesn't start the day they leave, It starts months beforehand. The rollercoaster of emotions and tears and anger and denial. You're given briefs beforehand,. Your Soldier is given briefs beforehand. Everyone knows that you must be feeling sad, scared that your Soldier may not come home, nervous, ect. Things I haven't shared with anyone non military, things I haven't felt I could share until now. Things I wouldn't share without my Soldiers approval. Now that I am done with deployments and my Soldier is home safe I finally feel like I can share this stuff. This may not be everyone's experiences, I'm not sure wives would talk about it if it was, but it was my experience.
Here's what you don't know..................
I've spent coutless evenings sitting around listening to "this is my will" Being read a will. Being told "this is how I want my funeral" Having that conversation is one thing, but to have it right before your soldier is going off to a war zone. It messes with your emotions big time.
I've been told what to say and what not to say should there be a mass casulty situation and the press starts sneaking around.
I've been told about the risk of being captured. This last deployment was different than the other 2. Scarier, riskier. More at stake.
My soldier was sent home from a brief and was told to tell their spouse about what they should do if the soldier was captured by insurgents. What do to if they were captured and threatened with beheading. Who to contact. Who to talk to and who to not talk to. Talk about emotions. "bye babe, see ya in a year, oh here's what to do if I should get beheaded" We've all seen on T.V pictures of insurgents having captured a soldier..Now imagine if that were your spouse. This conversation is one of them that kept me awake at night, brought countless tears and countless moments of panic.
I sat at a brief and was shown a map of a 'base' "There's one small chainlink fence protecting your soldier from the rest of Afghanistan" (Think: backyard fence) and "we're using this hummer here as a 'gate', nobody IN the hummer, just a hummer, but don't worry about your soldier, they are in fine hands"
The things I heard. It's surprising I didn't have to be medicated.
I've been told time and time again about who makes notifications about Casulties. Who and how and what and why. Lord forbid UPS knocks on my door without me knowing.
Did I let myself go to that 'dark place?' At times. I couldn't get past 'what if there's a knock at the door' At that point I had to stop myself. I couldn't and wouldn't let myself go any further. Instant tears. It's an unspoken rule with the Army wives, you never ever show up unexpected.
I remember one time, my Soldier was due home very very soon. I was busy doing housework and piddling around and Big girl hollers "mom, theres someone at the door" So I peek out the window and all I see is ACU uniform. I couldn't see their face. My heart stopped. Every one of my bodily functions stopped. I opened the door, of course, and it was just one of my husbands Soldiers stopping by to see if he was home yet. I shoulda smacked him. Granted, looking back, my Soldier was safe because he was due home so soon but it still stops your heart.
Everyday is a roller coaster. Everyday you are up or down or both, or hourly. Getting a call from your soldier and all of a sudden you hear sirens and "Oh crap I gotta go!" (Click) and you are left there sitting at home with the what if's, the emotions, wondering if that time it was for real. Will he call back? When will he call back? What if he doesn't. What do you do?........sit and wait?
My first 2 deployments weren't this raw. Number three was a different story. Number 3 tested my resolve and will and strength every step of the way, up until an hour before my soldier was home. Why was I told all this? Wouldn't it just be easier if I was kept blind? yeah, it would have been easier but that's not the smartest idea. You never know what might happen.
Our time in the Army is up soon. In less than a year. I'm sad to leave. I'm sad to leave my Army family. I'm sad to leave this. My heart, mind, sprirt, and marriage are on the line though. Not getting out would require another deployment in a year. I go back and forth, could I or couldn't I do another deployment? Could I? Ultimatly, yes. I physically -could- do 4 deployments in 8 years. Is that what's healthy for me, my kids, my family, my marriage..... I'm not too sure about that. If it were in the cards for us to be in a non deployable unit for a few years then without a doubt we would stay in, but at this moment that's not what's happening for us.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Bullying
I just read the most amazing Memoir. Some of you know Dan, over at www.danoah.com Amazing blogger and writer. He just did a piece called Bullied: The Forgotten Memoirs. It was an account of his experience being bullied as a child. It's quite a long read but a good one and well worth the read.
As a mother it pulled on my heartstrings. It made me ache for him as a child. I can honestly say I really haven't given bulling much of a thought until now and I'm ashamed of that. I'm sitting here at the kitchen table while one of my babies is asleep and another is at school and I wonder 'is anyone beig mean to Big girl? Is anyone bullying her? Is, Lord Forbid, she bullying anyone?' I would like to say that I think she would tell me and I would never ever think my child would hurt or be mean to another child. We stress that in our family. You be kind, you be generous, you be patient, you be loving. We never ever hit. If I found out my child was bullying her hide would be t-a-n-n-e-d. She'd have to deal with me, deal with her father, and you better believe at the age of 4, even, I would walk her hiney to that childs house and make her apologize. Aplogize to their parents and Aplogize to the school.
Would she step in if she saw someone being mean to someone else? Would she tell an adult. I would hope so. I would hope and pray she would tell me or her dad if someone were bullying her or anyone else. What if she didn't though? What could I do to prevent that?
I never told my parents about my days of being taunted and teased in middle school. I had a safe, loving home..why didn't I tell? Maybe because I was embarassed, I'm not sure. Mine wasn't near as bad as many have had it. Rude words, jeering, taunts..the reason? All because I didn't wear name brand sport shorts/shoes/shirts to P.E Class. I wasn't the type of girl who cared whether or not I had name brand stuff. Even after the teasing started I still didn't care whether I had the 'right' clothes. I was embarassed that I wasn't perfect. I was embarassed that I didn't fit in. I was embarassed I wasn't 'right'
Why didn't I tell? I was embarassed partly. I also didn't want to cause trouble for my parents. I had sufficient clothes, why ask for $15 shorts just to sweat in and use more of their money? Had I said something yes, they most likely would have gotten me whatever I wanted, But I didn't want to be a burden.
How can we stop this cycle? I try to make sure my home is safe and loving for my kids and that they can always tell me or their father anything but will that be enough? It's our job as parents and adults to protect our kids in any way that we can. It's our job to protect kids, whether they be ours or not. It's our job to stand in the gap when we see things that aren't right and not turn a blind eye to it. If my child were being hurt I would expect an adult seeing it to step in and protect my child. If my child were the one hurting I would expect that same parent to lead my child home by her ear.
Kids don't do the right things all the time. Kids brains aren't fully developed and matured. It's up to the parents to step in. It's up to the parents to be watchful and aware. Use your parental intuition. If you feel like something is amiss, it probably is.
I'm only 24. I don't know it all. I don't have the know all parenting handbook figured out. I do know "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" I do know that should my child be hurt another adult should step in. It's not rocket science. It's common sense.
As a mother it pulled on my heartstrings. It made me ache for him as a child. I can honestly say I really haven't given bulling much of a thought until now and I'm ashamed of that. I'm sitting here at the kitchen table while one of my babies is asleep and another is at school and I wonder 'is anyone beig mean to Big girl? Is anyone bullying her? Is, Lord Forbid, she bullying anyone?' I would like to say that I think she would tell me and I would never ever think my child would hurt or be mean to another child. We stress that in our family. You be kind, you be generous, you be patient, you be loving. We never ever hit. If I found out my child was bullying her hide would be t-a-n-n-e-d. She'd have to deal with me, deal with her father, and you better believe at the age of 4, even, I would walk her hiney to that childs house and make her apologize. Aplogize to their parents and Aplogize to the school.
Would she step in if she saw someone being mean to someone else? Would she tell an adult. I would hope so. I would hope and pray she would tell me or her dad if someone were bullying her or anyone else. What if she didn't though? What could I do to prevent that?
I never told my parents about my days of being taunted and teased in middle school. I had a safe, loving home..why didn't I tell? Maybe because I was embarassed, I'm not sure. Mine wasn't near as bad as many have had it. Rude words, jeering, taunts..the reason? All because I didn't wear name brand sport shorts/shoes/shirts to P.E Class. I wasn't the type of girl who cared whether or not I had name brand stuff. Even after the teasing started I still didn't care whether I had the 'right' clothes. I was embarassed that I wasn't perfect. I was embarassed that I didn't fit in. I was embarassed I wasn't 'right'
Why didn't I tell? I was embarassed partly. I also didn't want to cause trouble for my parents. I had sufficient clothes, why ask for $15 shorts just to sweat in and use more of their money? Had I said something yes, they most likely would have gotten me whatever I wanted, But I didn't want to be a burden.
How can we stop this cycle? I try to make sure my home is safe and loving for my kids and that they can always tell me or their father anything but will that be enough? It's our job as parents and adults to protect our kids in any way that we can. It's our job to protect kids, whether they be ours or not. It's our job to stand in the gap when we see things that aren't right and not turn a blind eye to it. If my child were being hurt I would expect an adult seeing it to step in and protect my child. If my child were the one hurting I would expect that same parent to lead my child home by her ear.
Kids don't do the right things all the time. Kids brains aren't fully developed and matured. It's up to the parents to step in. It's up to the parents to be watchful and aware. Use your parental intuition. If you feel like something is amiss, it probably is.
I'm only 24. I don't know it all. I don't have the know all parenting handbook figured out. I do know "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" I do know that should my child be hurt another adult should step in. It's not rocket science. It's common sense.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
So over the Stupidity
I'm really just about fed up with the stupidity of people. Really..I am.
-- Don't boast at orientation that all parents should come to the parent meetings and seminars, ect because book credit is given and then at a special ceremony your kid will get books.."its all exciting and the kids that don't get any are sad and leftout" *for real, they said that* THEN you send home the freakin flyers and you only have your stupid classes in the morning and it says "NO KIDS" uhm, what am I supposed to do with BOTH my kids because 1 is in afternoon class..the other is always with me. Then you finally have one in the afternoon I could go to but it says in bold NO KIDS.. you..SUCK! Now my kid wont get freakin book credit. I'll just buy her books if you're going to be dumb like that. I have no babysitter at the moment..working towards it, but it hasnt happened yet.
-- 2 idiot teenage girls in a car, speeding, tailgating me with a baby on the passengers lap.. Need I say more.
-- Dont sell me a package of taco shells that are 1/2 broken. Get some better padding in there.
-- Don't call a Police call for 5pm.. That's dumb. PS: for you non Army folks 'Police Call' is code for go outside and pick up garbage and crap because at the age of at least 18 and above soldiers can't figure out where trash goes.
-- Every day my oldest can't figure out how to put on her underwear or socks..ever..friggin..day. everyday it's a battle....why's it this hard?
-- Don't boast at orientation that all parents should come to the parent meetings and seminars, ect because book credit is given and then at a special ceremony your kid will get books.."its all exciting and the kids that don't get any are sad and leftout" *for real, they said that* THEN you send home the freakin flyers and you only have your stupid classes in the morning and it says "NO KIDS" uhm, what am I supposed to do with BOTH my kids because 1 is in afternoon class..the other is always with me. Then you finally have one in the afternoon I could go to but it says in bold NO KIDS.. you..SUCK! Now my kid wont get freakin book credit. I'll just buy her books if you're going to be dumb like that. I have no babysitter at the moment..working towards it, but it hasnt happened yet.
-- 2 idiot teenage girls in a car, speeding, tailgating me with a baby on the passengers lap.. Need I say more.
-- Dont sell me a package of taco shells that are 1/2 broken. Get some better padding in there.
-- Don't call a Police call for 5pm.. That's dumb. PS: for you non Army folks 'Police Call' is code for go outside and pick up garbage and crap because at the age of at least 18 and above soldiers can't figure out where trash goes.
-- Every day my oldest can't figure out how to put on her underwear or socks..ever..friggin..day. everyday it's a battle....why's it this hard?
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Tuesday's 10
1. I got a nap today!! YAYY!!
2. I can't figure out what to do for dinner tonight.. do we gotta eat? Maybe birthday cake and icecream..It's gotta be somebodies birthday..somewhere.
3. unfortantly the nap has done nothing for my motivation level.
4. I wish it would just rain already...
5. Last night I made PW Chicken spaghetti...it's amazing! Make it. Now.
6. I could eat it for literally every meal..it's delish!
7. It's Tuesday, which means it's Famous Daves, Kids eat Free night..But I'm not holding out hope on that..certain people don't get home in time for us to do that before the munchkin heads go to bed.
8. I heard if Rick Perry get elected as President he wants to send our troops to Mexico to help fight the drug cartels......I do not have enough energy to share the stupidity of this.
9. I'm totally not on the ball when it comes to Hallooween costumes this year...ugh.. Can I just buy a bag of candy, eat it all myself, and call it good?
10. I bought a candle at Bath and Body works..It's called Marshmellow Fireside..... o..em.gee .. yuummm!!
2. I can't figure out what to do for dinner tonight.. do we gotta eat? Maybe birthday cake and icecream..It's gotta be somebodies birthday..somewhere.
3. unfortantly the nap has done nothing for my motivation level.
4. I wish it would just rain already...
5. Last night I made PW Chicken spaghetti...it's amazing! Make it. Now.
6. I could eat it for literally every meal..it's delish!
7. It's Tuesday, which means it's Famous Daves, Kids eat Free night..But I'm not holding out hope on that..certain people don't get home in time for us to do that before the munchkin heads go to bed.
8. I heard if Rick Perry get elected as President he wants to send our troops to Mexico to help fight the drug cartels......I do not have enough energy to share the stupidity of this.
9. I'm totally not on the ball when it comes to Hallooween costumes this year...ugh.. Can I just buy a bag of candy, eat it all myself, and call it good?
10. I bought a candle at Bath and Body works..It's called Marshmellow Fireside..... o..em.gee .. yuummm!!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
I'm Weird
--I'm a texture eater
--I have burning candles and 'looking' candles.......I plan to change that though
--I hardly EVER pick up the phone and think "I'm going to call so and so" I may love the person DEARLY, but I NEVER think to call them. It has nothing to do with them or our friendship, the thought just never occurs to me..unless it's something huge. It's even the same deal with Hubs too, I never ever think to just call him unless it's an emergency.
--I'm not a huge phone person. If someone calls yes I can and will talk all day but If nobody ever called me I wouldn't pick up my phone... I'm weird.
--I love vacuuming.
--I can't finish a book and then directly start a new one. I have to wait at least a couple days to 'process' before I can pick up another book. I absolutely cannot finish a book then start another the same evening.
--Don't talk to me during the first hour I wake up in the morning. Don't make loud noises either. Don't ask me to perform any tasks either.
--Washing my face before bed (to get rid of makeup) really annoys me..I rarely do it....... I'm bad..I know. ( I DO always wash my face in the morning though)
--I think I'm allergic to mascara..after wearing it all day my eyes start to itch
--I hate lipstick. I hate feeling like I have wax lips. I wear lip balm or nothing
--Speaking of makup, I don't wear much makeup anyways.. Makes my face feel thick. I wear enough to cover my dark circles.
--I shoulda been born italian. I can eat pizza, pasta or lasagna every night.
--I have a low tolerance for stupidity...very low.. very..very..low.
--Grossness really, REALLY grosses me out..even my kids grossness. like, dirty hands, snotty noses..ect. It more or less makes me annoyed.
--I like melted cheese but not non-melted cheese. I could eat melted cheese all day but 'raw' cheese makes me wanna hurl. It coats my mouth with a weird wax-y cheesish.
--sweet potatoes always have and still do make me gag. fries, baked, mashed..Nope. sorry. Not happenin.
--I WILL eat my great grandmas sweet potatoe rolls, but I think that's because it doesn't taste like sweet potatoes.
--I have burning candles and 'looking' candles.......I plan to change that though
--I hardly EVER pick up the phone and think "I'm going to call so and so" I may love the person DEARLY, but I NEVER think to call them. It has nothing to do with them or our friendship, the thought just never occurs to me..unless it's something huge. It's even the same deal with Hubs too, I never ever think to just call him unless it's an emergency.
--I'm not a huge phone person. If someone calls yes I can and will talk all day but If nobody ever called me I wouldn't pick up my phone... I'm weird.
--I love vacuuming.
--I can't finish a book and then directly start a new one. I have to wait at least a couple days to 'process' before I can pick up another book. I absolutely cannot finish a book then start another the same evening.
--Don't talk to me during the first hour I wake up in the morning. Don't make loud noises either. Don't ask me to perform any tasks either.
--Washing my face before bed (to get rid of makeup) really annoys me..I rarely do it....... I'm bad..I know. ( I DO always wash my face in the morning though)
--I think I'm allergic to mascara..after wearing it all day my eyes start to itch
--I hate lipstick. I hate feeling like I have wax lips. I wear lip balm or nothing
--Speaking of makup, I don't wear much makeup anyways.. Makes my face feel thick. I wear enough to cover my dark circles.
--I shoulda been born italian. I can eat pizza, pasta or lasagna every night.
--I have a low tolerance for stupidity...very low.. very..very..low.
--Grossness really, REALLY grosses me out..even my kids grossness. like, dirty hands, snotty noses..ect. It more or less makes me annoyed.
--I like melted cheese but not non-melted cheese. I could eat melted cheese all day but 'raw' cheese makes me wanna hurl. It coats my mouth with a weird wax-y cheesish.
--sweet potatoes always have and still do make me gag. fries, baked, mashed..Nope. sorry. Not happenin.
--I WILL eat my great grandmas sweet potatoe rolls, but I think that's because it doesn't taste like sweet potatoes.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Carpe Diem
It's not often that I don't have the words to express how I feel but I am at that point now. I have no words to share with you what's going on inside me. My heart is grieving. Crying. Hurting because a person who is going through a terrible loss, shouldn't be. Life isn't fair. Maybe it's my preggo hormones, I'm not sure. I have shed a lot of tears for a certain family. A family I didn't expect to touch me as deeply as they did in such a short amount of time. I met this lady and I said "I want to be like her"
A beautiful family that deserves every bit of happiness in this world.
So, tonight, Hug your babies a little longer. Don't be so quick to holler and yell at them. Hold them a little tighter. Time goes by so quickly. One day they are little babies and you turn around and then they are heading off to school. Time goes so, so quickly. Treasure the moment you are in.
Carpe Diem. Seize the day.
A beautiful family that deserves every bit of happiness in this world.
So, tonight, Hug your babies a little longer. Don't be so quick to holler and yell at them. Hold them a little tighter. Time goes by so quickly. One day they are little babies and you turn around and then they are heading off to school. Time goes so, so quickly. Treasure the moment you are in.
Carpe Diem. Seize the day.
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