Mom Guilt

This week has been quite emotional for me to say the least. I’ve been having quite a bit of mom-guilt lately, as well as just experiencing an overload of emotions with everything happening in the news in general.

My thoughts and prayers are with those who lost someone they loved in the senseless act of violence that took place in Florida recently.

E.K. is quickly approaching 19 months of age and I’m still in amazement of how fast time flies by when you are raising a little human. He recently started telling his caregiver when he’s “poo-poo’d” in his diaper {insert excited but extremely sad face that I wasn’t the first one to hear it}. When his caregiver told me via text, I was in the middle of preparing for a meeting and I was super proud to hear that my son was expanding his verbiage and reaching a new milestone. Immediately after I yelled in excitement, I was hit with this weird emotion of feeling guilty for dropping my son off at “childcare” while I worked a 9 hour workday (from home) while missing my baby.

While the hubby was getting dressed for work, I mentioned this overwhelming feeling I was experiencing about this new milestone that I had missed our son do for the first time. His reaction? “Sorry hun that we aren’t millionaires”, while he kissed my forehead before he left for work. That placed me in a much more of a foul mood — I was already in a pissy mood. Who needs to be a millionaire to be a stay at home/full time mom? But I digress; this too shall pass.

Earlier this week…

We went to go see the Black Panther movie on Sunday. It was GREAT! We want to go see it a couple more times (yes, it was THAT good). Plus, you always catch things you didn’t catch the first time when you rewatch a film.

Before the movie, we went to grab a quick bite at Lucky Strike. The bartender made me a Pear Champagne beverage that was on-point! Yum!

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[Monday] I decided to try to take some “me time”. I went to run errands to grab some light groceries and later went to window shop at Homegoods and Target.

 

Until Next Time…

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Terrible 1’s?

I have heard the phrase “Terrible 2’s will have you going crazy”, but what about the terrible 1’s???? It’s almost as if my son has decided to challenge EVERYTHING we say, do, or have tried to teach him. He has recently began the tantrum thing…. smh… and when we are out in public and he decides to lose his baby brain, I try to ignore it to not bring any attention to his behavior. This is what his Pediatrician recommended since he’s testing us to see what he can get away with in general.

Clearly, the ignoring him when he’s screaming at the top of his lungs and arching his back doesn’t work. So now what? He’s still too young at 15 months old to understand what a light smack on the hand means and even though we sternly say “NO”, he laughs at us. This is pretty disrespectful at this point, lol. So forget what you heard about the terrible 2’s…. you newbies better prepare yourself for the terrible 1’s!

In other news…

We are still (yes STILL) trying to sleep train. It has been difficult because every time we get into the groove of it, E.K. gets sick and we do not sleep train when he’s under the weather. Now that he is healthy again, we are back in the routine of trying to sleep train again. It hasn’t been going well — to say the least. I HATE hearing my little guy scream for an extended period of time and part of the issue we are having is that we allowed E.K. to use milk as a soother. Therefore he wakes up 2-3 times throughout the night looking for milk and cuddles. Le’sigh. His pediatrician told us to eliminate giving him milk before bed and throughout the night. While that seems logical, our son turns into a gremlin when he’s pissed and wants what he wants. Needless to say, if the child wants milk at 2am, that’s what he’s getting from his half-sleep parents. I have however eliminated the bedtime milk sippy cup. So E.K. now goes to bed without drinking 8oz of whole milk (small successes will lead to larger ones I hope).

One day the husband and I will get to sleep for 7-8 straight hours again… it just won’t be right now.

Until next time…

 

 

Is it Ever O.K. to Yell at a Stranger’s Child?

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It has been a interesting day. I sold a handbag of mine on Poshmark and went to the USPS to drop it off and get a receipt this morning. While in line, there was a young woman in front of me who was there with her two (2) sons. Her sons appeared to be approx. 4 years old and the other maybe 7 years old. As we patiently waited for our turn in line, her youngest son started playing with the velvet rope that helps people know where to line up to be called for their turn at the counter. Mind you, there were only about 5 of us in the post office. The young child wasn’t bothering anyone, but he was super fascinated with unhooking and hooking the rope back up. His mother asked him numerous times to stop, but as most young children… he kept going.

I guess the USPS clerk was bothered. The clerk raised her voice (read: Yelled) from the counter with another customer in front of her… “Hey, do NOT play with that!” It caught me off guard and I think the mom of these boys were taken back as well. I mean… how DARE YOU yell at someone else’s child and the parent is standing right there??? The mother instructed her boys to go wait for her in the ‘lobby’ where the PO boxes are located. I was too outdone and downright bothered.

The customer that was at the clerk’s counter left, so the young woman in front of me walked up to the counter as she was next in line. The rude, obnoxious, and clearly bothered clerk held her hand up and said sternly “I didn’t call you yet. I’m not ready for you so you can go stand back in line!” and proceeded to walk into the back. Again, I was too outdone with the behavior. I looked at the young woman as she walked back and I said “She’s phucking rude! If she hates her job that much, maybe she should find another”. The young woman shook her head in agreement with me and explained to me how she was just trying to hurry up and get out of there because she knew her boys were hungry and getting tired.

The clerk returns and tells the young woman “Ok, now you can come on”. At that moment I started snap chatting because this was absolutely crazy. When I was done with dropping off my package, I walked by the young woman and her boys and I told her that I was so sorry she had to experience that. I also made it a point to tell her that I didn’t think she should allow ANYONE to yell at her children in front of her like that especially since they weren’t harming anyone.

This entire situation bothered me. I’m a mom. Granted, the boys were not on their best behavior but that is the parent(s) responsibility to check it as she was standing right there next to her boys. All I could think about was if she had yelled at my child. It pissed me off thinking about it. Had I been that young woman, I would have requested the supervisor and filed a formal complaint on this clerk’s lack of professionalism in general.  In all honesty, I also would have likely cursed that clerk from here to hell about yelling at my child versus addressing me directly as his mother. I come from a long line of hot tempered and strong women…. try me not as it relates to my cub.

Is it ever okay for a stranger to yell at someone’s child? What are your thoughts?

Unless you are family or friend, you had better not EVER yell at my child (especially with me standing right there). Adults should address adults unless the child is in immanent danger and the parent cannot help.

Until next time…

 

Super-momming Ain’t Easy

Being a wife has its challenges at times… then you throw being a new mom into the mix and life can get all kinds of convoluted. I’ve been married since 2014 and a mom since 2016. In this short time I have realized that I am a super woman in multiple ways.

This blog entry would be over 100,000 words in length if I listed everything that I do; therefore, I will spare you. I will just say that I am one bad @ss mother who gets ish done! *pats self on back*

I asked my wonderful (being super sarcastic at the moment) husband to go to the health department and pick up a certified copy of E.K.’s birth certificate. We need this document to take E.K. on the plane since we are traveling this week. Typically, Tuesdays are the husband’s day of the week to take E.K. to daycare, but I took him instead with the expectation that my dear husband would make the run to the health dept. to get what we need. Instead, I come home to dear husband at the gym.

At. The. Damn. Gym.

It really must be nice to keep with certain routines and traditions you had before having a child. Maybe one day I will get to know what it’s like to keep my pre-baby routines and still enjoy the fact that I can come home and my baby be well taken care of and waiting on me. #momlife

Needless to say, I guess I will be running to the Dept. of Health to pick it up myself at some point today when I take my lunch break. It’s so annoying being the “get everything done in record timing” one in the marriage. I work full-time just like my husband does, but I also take on ALL the functions of a stay at home mom. I pack the bottles, the food, the clothing, do the grocery shopping, run the errands, etc. etc. etc. etc…. and my husband… well, he goes to the damn gym! Ugh! Love his punk @ss though. LOL.

Super-momming ain’t easy.

Lord, give me the strength and resistance to not throw a skillet at this man that I love so dearly’s head.

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