I really don't think smickness is a word but this is my blog and I really don't care. It rhymed with sickness so I used it.
I haven't blogged in a few days due to work and me being sick. Thursday, I found out that I did indeed have Bronchitis and something asthmatic something-another. My work has been so chaotic that when I get home I am exhausted but dealing with a 3 year old there is no time for rest. The doctor warned me to be careful or I will get pneumonia. So far so good, even with lacking sleep, I am doing ok.
Honestly, I don't see how single Mom's do it. They have my up most respect. Do they have babysitters they can count on in a time like that? Unfortunately, I had no one this past weekend. So trying to get rest while my 3 year old is running around is hard. Friday, I felt so bad and his daycare had closed due to weather conditions so him and I were stuck home together.
Here is how it worked. I lie down on the floor on a blanket in the living room, he sits beside me for a while playing with the iPad, I fall asleep for a few minutes. I wake up and he is walking around with my sweater that I had on earlier. I go back to sleep. I wake up, he is under the coffee table watching the iPad and I go back to sleep. I wake up and he is hanging over his chair with his cape on. I go back to sleep. I wake up and he is sitting on me, bouncing, saying "Wee Horsey" (I was lying on my side). I go back to sleep. I get wakened up to, "Mommy, can I have something to drink?" "Yes, you know where they are." He runs off and comes back and I get bonked in a head with a juice bottle. I pop the lid off and off he goes. I go back to sleep. Bad part to this, this was all going on in a 2 hour time frame. Now, imagine how the rest of my day went. This is just some of the things in did in a 2 hour period. Also I have to note, I can hear him the whole time I sleep. How I do that? I don't know. I have always been able to do it.
When I got up, I couldn't believe how much of a mess he made in the living room while I tried sleeping. I felt so horrible and had no energy. So I just sucked it up and realized, there are worse things in this world going on besides your 3 year old having toys scattered all over the house while you tried to sleep. Besides, no one was going to want to come visit me anyway unless they wanted my germs all over them.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Why Is Your Child Wearing That?
I have to admit before I had a child there were times I was judgmental of other parents and their kids. If I saw a kid out in public wearing a costume, I am thinking why are you letting your child go out in public like that? It shocked me and I told myself I wouldn't let my child dress like that in public. Home is fine but not in public. Or sometimes I wondered why kids wore mismatched clothes or inside out. Again, I told myself my child would not be dressed like that.
It is true what they say that you don't understand kids until you have your own. I watched kids all the time and thought I knew everything. Well guess what you don't. The thing is a babysitter is not around 24/7 with said child so you don't really know the in's and out's of kids unless you have your own.
The day came that Caleb wanted to get himself dressed one morning for daycare/preschool. I let him do it. During the process of putting his shirt on, it was turning inside out (he was only 2 when he did this). I praised him while he was trying to put it on but asked if I could help him. I get the, "NO!!! I do it!!!" I tried to explain gently, because you don't want to hurt their little feelings while they are trying to accomplish something so big, that his shirt was not going on right. I still got the no I do it bit. Once he completed his task, he was all smiles and so proud because he put his shirt on. I praised him and left it alone. We got to the school that day and I mentioned to the teacher that yes I know his shirt is inside out and explained what happened. She told me not to worry that every kid there has come in with shirts inside and out. She advised that they will get it straightened out later and they did.
Just the other day, he wanted to go out with Daddy. We told him he had to get dressed first. He said he will go get his clothes. He runs off comes back with a green shirt. This green shirt is actually a Christmas shirt but no biggie. We told him he needed pants and thought for sure he would come back with his jeans. Nope, he came back with bright blue pants with a black and white stripe going down the side. I realized my judgmental thoughts were coming back to haunt me and kick me in my butt. I had to let him wear the mismatched clothes because he was so proud that he picked out his own clothes. I wanted him to realize he can do things on his own so I had to leave that alone. The one secret that I can share is I usually try to buy him jeans so that way whatever shirt he picks out will match his pants. He only owns 3 pants that are colored and that day happened to be the day he picked out a colored pair.
In reality, you should never judge other people. Really, I never realized I was being judgmental until I had my own child and understood so many things. There will be times, I know, that other people will judge me. I will have to just suck it up and know their day will come and they will understand why my son went out in public with a green Christmas shirt on (in January) and bright blue pants with black and white stripe going down the leg.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Calling Anita Boner. Anita Boner?
Some of you may or may not know that I deal with a lot of issues with my name. I have had warrants served to me at my house, detained in Houston because of my name, almost arrested when I got pulled over for speeding...all because of my name.
Before I was married, there was a company in California that filed bankruptcy and their Tax Id was the same as my social. Next thing I knew, I am getting letters from my credit card companies and, at the time, my truck loan regarding my bankruptcy. All that was an easy fix. No big deal.
After I got married, that is when all the real fun started. Apparently, Sandra is a common name with my Mexican last name. Who would've thunk it? I get a phone call and this person on the phone tells me that I have warrant out for my arrest because of fraud and taking a loan out at EZ Check. The person on the other end had all of my info...name, date of birth, social security, address. That freaked me out. Overall, I know the call is fraud but at the same time this person had all the correct info on me. So I am not sure what is going on.
Today at lunch hubby and I were talking about it and he stated I could change my name if I wanted too. (Honestly, I think he was joking and didn't think I would like the idea.) Then we started talking about different names. He brought it up that I should change it to something like Anita Boner. Get it a-nita boner. LOL. Well, it cracked us up anyway so who cares if you laughed or not. Then I thought I should get a name like Abetacdataewokaloamoaka. Let someone try to steal that b**ch. LOL.
At the end of our lunch, hubby said, "It will be ok. It is part of life so suck it up Mom."
There is my new name in real life. "Hi. My name is Suck it up Mom. How nice to meet you? Come here often?"
Before I was married, there was a company in California that filed bankruptcy and their Tax Id was the same as my social. Next thing I knew, I am getting letters from my credit card companies and, at the time, my truck loan regarding my bankruptcy. All that was an easy fix. No big deal.
After I got married, that is when all the real fun started. Apparently, Sandra is a common name with my Mexican last name. Who would've thunk it? I get a phone call and this person on the phone tells me that I have warrant out for my arrest because of fraud and taking a loan out at EZ Check. The person on the other end had all of my info...name, date of birth, social security, address. That freaked me out. Overall, I know the call is fraud but at the same time this person had all the correct info on me. So I am not sure what is going on.
Today at lunch hubby and I were talking about it and he stated I could change my name if I wanted too. (Honestly, I think he was joking and didn't think I would like the idea.) Then we started talking about different names. He brought it up that I should change it to something like Anita Boner. Get it a-nita boner. LOL. Well, it cracked us up anyway so who cares if you laughed or not. Then I thought I should get a name like Abetacdataewokaloamoaka. Let someone try to steal that b**ch. LOL.
At the end of our lunch, hubby said, "It will be ok. It is part of life so suck it up Mom."
There is my new name in real life. "Hi. My name is Suck it up Mom. How nice to meet you? Come here often?"
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Slide Incident of 2012
Many may not have heard about the slide incident of 2012. Bad memories but just for you I will fill you in on it.
In October 2012, it was a warm and sunny day. It was the weekend before my birthday. We were celebrating by going out to eat. After dinner, we decided to go to our local park and let Caleb play. My husband and Caleb climbed up the 3 story slide so they could come down. They had a choice of 2 slides to take. While I waited on the one that I thought they were going to come down, they came down the other one instead. By the time I realize this, I see Caleb fly out and land face forward on the ground and busted his lower lip. As soon as I pick him up and get out of the way, my husband comes down. Next thing I knew, he also flies out of the slide and landed on the ground but on his butt which ended up hurting his back.
LOL. So yes, both of them got hurt by a slide. It is really funny now, especially when you visit the doctor's office, and they look at your chart and say "You were here back in October because you got hurt on a slide???" LOL.
One thing I have learned out of this. No matter what you can't protect your child from everything. If you want to keep your child from being hurt, you have to put them in a bubble. If a bubble is not an option, you just suck it up and realize you will be going to the doctor sometimes for the most bizarre injuries. Like falling off of a slide, hit in the head with a giraffe, or shoving a peanut up your nose (no I don't care to elaborate on that one...hehehe...hush Jonathan). Anything can happen.
In October 2012, it was a warm and sunny day. It was the weekend before my birthday. We were celebrating by going out to eat. After dinner, we decided to go to our local park and let Caleb play. My husband and Caleb climbed up the 3 story slide so they could come down. They had a choice of 2 slides to take. While I waited on the one that I thought they were going to come down, they came down the other one instead. By the time I realize this, I see Caleb fly out and land face forward on the ground and busted his lower lip. As soon as I pick him up and get out of the way, my husband comes down. Next thing I knew, he also flies out of the slide and landed on the ground but on his butt which ended up hurting his back.
LOL. So yes, both of them got hurt by a slide. It is really funny now, especially when you visit the doctor's office, and they look at your chart and say "You were here back in October because you got hurt on a slide???" LOL.
One thing I have learned out of this. No matter what you can't protect your child from everything. If you want to keep your child from being hurt, you have to put them in a bubble. If a bubble is not an option, you just suck it up and realize you will be going to the doctor sometimes for the most bizarre injuries. Like falling off of a slide, hit in the head with a giraffe, or shoving a peanut up your nose (no I don't care to elaborate on that one...hehehe...hush Jonathan). Anything can happen.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Shakey, Shakey
When I was pregnant, people would always tell me how wonderful it is and talk about all the good stuff along with giving birth. I never really heard anything bad. I wish someone would have prepared me.
Anyway, the day came for me to give birth to Caleb. There was a lot I was not prepared for that day. I wasn't prepared for him to come out bluish grey, apgar a 1, not breathing, umbilical cord wrapped around his neck tightly, and hearing a nurse yell they needed the respiratory cart in my room stat. Prior to that, I was not prepared for me to crash after they gave me my epidural. I was not prepared to be losing consciousness because of an epidural. Apparently, I had an allergic reaction to my epidural. Who knew? So they had to keep giving me this medicine, that they use to try to revive heart attack patients (I can never remember the name of it), to try to keep me going. After that fun adventure was over and I lost count of how many holes were in one ceiling tile, I was stable again as long as I stayed on oxygen. The thing with the ceiling tiles...I focused on them so I wouldn't slip under. I didn't want to blink or pay attention to what they were doing because I was afraid I would pass out and not wake back up.
Once Caleb started crying and breathing again, I relaxed and was finally ready to meet my baby boy. But I didn't till a hour and a half after he was born.
Here's the thing. Some women get this thing called labor shakes after giving birth. No one never mentioned this to me. I was shaking so bad that when I got a chance to hold my baby boy, I couldn't. There is a picture of me holding him for the first time and you see a nurse's hand and arm in the picture because she is supporting Caleb so I can see him and touch him. That part sucked that I couldn't hold him on my own. The shakes were uncontrollable. It didn't last long. My Mom was trying to put more blankets on me because she thought I was cold. I wasn't cold, I just couldn't stop shaking. When they mentioned it to the nurse, she just responded it's ok. Well, I would have love to have known what was wrong with me.
My opinion, a dreamy birthing experience may or may not happen. That is when you just suck it up and think what is more important, getting that dream birth experience or having a healthy and perfect baby? My goal was to bring my son into this world safe and sound and healthy and that is what I got.
Anyway, the day came for me to give birth to Caleb. There was a lot I was not prepared for that day. I wasn't prepared for him to come out bluish grey, apgar a 1, not breathing, umbilical cord wrapped around his neck tightly, and hearing a nurse yell they needed the respiratory cart in my room stat. Prior to that, I was not prepared for me to crash after they gave me my epidural. I was not prepared to be losing consciousness because of an epidural. Apparently, I had an allergic reaction to my epidural. Who knew? So they had to keep giving me this medicine, that they use to try to revive heart attack patients (I can never remember the name of it), to try to keep me going. After that fun adventure was over and I lost count of how many holes were in one ceiling tile, I was stable again as long as I stayed on oxygen. The thing with the ceiling tiles...I focused on them so I wouldn't slip under. I didn't want to blink or pay attention to what they were doing because I was afraid I would pass out and not wake back up.
Once Caleb started crying and breathing again, I relaxed and was finally ready to meet my baby boy. But I didn't till a hour and a half after he was born.
Here's the thing. Some women get this thing called labor shakes after giving birth. No one never mentioned this to me. I was shaking so bad that when I got a chance to hold my baby boy, I couldn't. There is a picture of me holding him for the first time and you see a nurse's hand and arm in the picture because she is supporting Caleb so I can see him and touch him. That part sucked that I couldn't hold him on my own. The shakes were uncontrollable. It didn't last long. My Mom was trying to put more blankets on me because she thought I was cold. I wasn't cold, I just couldn't stop shaking. When they mentioned it to the nurse, she just responded it's ok. Well, I would have love to have known what was wrong with me.
My opinion, a dreamy birthing experience may or may not happen. That is when you just suck it up and think what is more important, getting that dream birth experience or having a healthy and perfect baby? My goal was to bring my son into this world safe and sound and healthy and that is what I got.
Monday, January 14, 2013
The Dangerous Giraffe
One day, I get a call from my son's preschool. They informed me that Caleb was hit and had a cut on the crown of his head. The bleeding wouldn't stop. I told them that I would be there in 20 minutes and ran out the door at work.
I get to preschool to see Caleb standing there with a teacher and she is applying a cold compress to his head. My son looks up at me and says, "Hi Mommy. Do I get to go home?" After looking at it, I didn't think he would need stitches but I wanted to make sure of it. Off we go to Urgent Care to have him checked out.
Before we left, I asked the teacher what happened. She told me my son had a toy, a little girl took it, he took it back, and she took it again and whacked him on the head with it. Meanwhile, I am thinking this toy must be a car with sharp edges or a lego block or something long the line of that. I asked her what toy caused the damage and she held up a giraffe. A small plastic giraffe. This thing was no bigger than 4 inches. I couldn't believe it. She responded, "The dangerous giraffe is no longer allowed to be played with." We both cracked up laughing.
We get to Urgent Care and they take us back. The doctor asked me what happened.
Doctor: Did he fall or something?
Me: No. He was beat up by a girl.
Doctor: He was beat up by a girl?!?!?!
Me: Yes. He was beat up by a girl. He had toy, girl took toy, he took it back, and she took it again and Wham on the head with the toy by the girl.
Doctor starts laughing. Looks at my 3 year old and said, "Buddy, that is only the beginning. They are heart breakers and they can really hurt you too." At this point, I wanted to ask the doctor, "Are you well experienced in that area?" But I thought that wouldn't be really appropriate thing to say. In the end, my little boy did not need stitches and it did heal up on it's own quickly. When we left there, it was close to lunch time so we stopped for lunch at McDonald's and headed back to my work. The preschool has this rule that kids can not come to school during the hours of 11:30am and 1:30pm because it is nap time. So it was one of those things that I had to just suck it up and accept the rule and make the best out of the situation. While he hung at work with me, he watched Caillou video's on my computer while I did some other things.
Before we left, I asked the teacher what happened. She told me my son had a toy, a little girl took it, he took it back, and she took it again and whacked him on the head with it. Meanwhile, I am thinking this toy must be a car with sharp edges or a lego block or something long the line of that. I asked her what toy caused the damage and she held up a giraffe. A small plastic giraffe. This thing was no bigger than 4 inches. I couldn't believe it. She responded, "The dangerous giraffe is no longer allowed to be played with." We both cracked up laughing.
We get to Urgent Care and they take us back. The doctor asked me what happened.
Doctor: Did he fall or something?
Me: No. He was beat up by a girl.
Doctor: He was beat up by a girl?!?!?!
Me: Yes. He was beat up by a girl. He had toy, girl took toy, he took it back, and she took it again and Wham on the head with the toy by the girl.
Doctor starts laughing. Looks at my 3 year old and said, "Buddy, that is only the beginning. They are heart breakers and they can really hurt you too." At this point, I wanted to ask the doctor, "Are you well experienced in that area?" But I thought that wouldn't be really appropriate thing to say. In the end, my little boy did not need stitches and it did heal up on it's own quickly. When we left there, it was close to lunch time so we stopped for lunch at McDonald's and headed back to my work. The preschool has this rule that kids can not come to school during the hours of 11:30am and 1:30pm because it is nap time. So it was one of those things that I had to just suck it up and accept the rule and make the best out of the situation. While he hung at work with me, he watched Caillou video's on my computer while I did some other things.
Welcome to My Not So Perfect Life
Hi and welcome to my new blog. I hope you enjoy reading this and maybe give you some chuckles along the way.
I decided to write this blog because I read so many blogs about Moms that are perfect and awesome housewife, mother, and homemaker. It makes me sick to my stomach at times because I think "Lord, am I really that bad as a Mom because I am not that good at it." I am no where close to that perfect or awesome housewife. I hope this blog gives other Moms, like me, a sense of normalcy (well as normal as you can get) and realize you are not alone. Not all Mom's are perfect and it is ok if you do or don't do some things that other Moms do.
A little about me. I am 37 years old and work full time. It is a Monday through Friday job working 8 to 5. My 3 year old son attends preschool/daycare during that whole time. My husband works full time too and has changing shifts every week. Therefore, we have no choice but to put our son in daycare.
Since the day I found out I was pregnant, my life has never been the same. It has had more challenges in it than I have ever had in my life. Some are good and some are bad. It depends how you look at it.
As a Mom, I find myself doing things that I never thought I would do. For example if I am off work one day during the middle of the week, I will still take my son to daycare so I can have a day off. I will get more into that at a later time.
So here it all is in a nutshell. My views may be different than others. Just remember this is my blog and my everyday life. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for stopping by and happy readings.
I decided to write this blog because I read so many blogs about Moms that are perfect and awesome housewife, mother, and homemaker. It makes me sick to my stomach at times because I think "Lord, am I really that bad as a Mom because I am not that good at it." I am no where close to that perfect or awesome housewife. I hope this blog gives other Moms, like me, a sense of normalcy (well as normal as you can get) and realize you are not alone. Not all Mom's are perfect and it is ok if you do or don't do some things that other Moms do.
A little about me. I am 37 years old and work full time. It is a Monday through Friday job working 8 to 5. My 3 year old son attends preschool/daycare during that whole time. My husband works full time too and has changing shifts every week. Therefore, we have no choice but to put our son in daycare.
Since the day I found out I was pregnant, my life has never been the same. It has had more challenges in it than I have ever had in my life. Some are good and some are bad. It depends how you look at it.
As a Mom, I find myself doing things that I never thought I would do. For example if I am off work one day during the middle of the week, I will still take my son to daycare so I can have a day off. I will get more into that at a later time.
So here it all is in a nutshell. My views may be different than others. Just remember this is my blog and my everyday life. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for stopping by and happy readings.
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