Mrs.BasketCase

Where Mom unleashes the inner monologue.

Another Sanity Saver Song

Here’s another of my Mom’s Sanity Saver Songs.  My infant was having a rough night, causing all of the rest of us to have a rough night.  I started singing this to him out of nowhere and he calmed down.  It’s to the tune of Lit’s “Gone”.

Mom

Please don’t forget to burp me or I might just throw up

I know how much you love that.

I can’t control my arms and legs and it really annoys me

Please hold me, Console me Waaaaahhhhhhh

I can’t hold my own binky

And I’m sleeping in my urine

It soaked into my mattress last night

And I need Mom Mooooommmm

 

It’s no surprise that my own arms are my worst enemy

‘Cause they’re continually scratching the ever loving crap out of me

The baby monitor camera totally freaks me out

Concerning, Please hold me Waaaaaahhhhh

I can’t hold my own binky

and I’m sleeping in my urine

It soaked into my mattress last night

And I need Mom. Mooooommm

 

Please hold me Waaaaaahhhhh

I can’t hold my own binky

and I’m sleeping in my urine

It soaked into my mattress last night

 

It’s no surprise that my own arms are my worst enemy

‘Cause they’re continually scratching the ever loving crap out of me

Please don’t forget to burp me or I might just throw up

I know how much you love that.

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FaceBook Rant Part 1

I say Part 1 because there’s a lot to rant about FaceBook and you never know how many posts it would take to cover all of that.  These are some of the top things that bug the crap out of me on FaceBook.  I’m sure there will be more to follow.

1.  Just because I don’t like or share your cancer survival photo does not mean that I am pro-cancer.  My grandmother is a survivor and I think she’s absolutely amazing for it.  There are a million of those photos out and while I am thrilled for these people to beat cancer, it’s usually not the person’s own page that it’s coming from, so the original person will have no idea that I am happy for them and like that they beat cancer.  And the pictures of little kids surviving cancer just tears my heart to pieces that they had to go through that.  If I saw the kid, I’d totally give them a high five and a teddy bear.

2. Just because I don’t like or share your picture of Jesus does not mean that I’m going to hell.  Saying things like that may make you go to hell.  You don’t know me and you don’t get to stand at the pearly gates taking admission tickets.  I’m pretty sure that Jesus doesn’t care if his photo is plastered all over FaceBook if people are trying to guilt trip others into sharing it.  That’s not how this whole missionary and evangelism thing is supposed to work.  Spread the word, that’s fantastic, but don’t make people feel like crap for not liking a bad B stock photo of a long haired white guy who’s supposed to look like Jesus.  They hadn’t invented sunscreen yet so I’m pretty sure that Jesus was not that pale.

3.  If you don’t want people to know your business, quit blabbing about it on FaceBook.  Your dirty laundry should go in your hamper, not the internet.  Besides, the people that want to know that stuff, are the people who don’t need to have any input in it, the people that need to know that stuff are probably the ones you are hurting by putting all your business out there for the world to judge.  And there are people that will prowl for that kind of crap.  If you and your spouse are having issues, someone that wants you or your spouse for themselves is now invited into your issues via FaceBook and could use the info to try to tear you two apart instead of allowing you space to work it out.  If you are divorced, everything you say on there will probably get back to either your kids (if you have them) or your ex, and then it just gets ugly.  Ain’t nobody got time for that.

4.  Who are these people in my friends list?  I don’t know half of them and the other 1/4 are people I knew or were acquaintances with that I could really care less about updating them on my life, or the random updates about their life…or their dirty laundry.  See #3.

5.  A FaceBook post for your family member’s birthday does not replace a phone call or visit.  It’s fine for friends/acquaintances, but when it’s my sister’s bday, you best believe she gets a ridiculous post on her page from me AND a phone call screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY so loud that her ears bleed and her cat runs for the nearest hidey hole.  That’s true love right there.  Speaking of cats…

6. Cat videos are hilarious.  I give you permission to continue posting them.  They make my son laugh so hard he falls over, so I approve.  People getting angry about cat videos be all over the interwebs is just stupid.  There’s tons of other stupid stuff for you to complain about.  Get over it.  They’re funny.  Here.  Have a laugh.

7.  Game invites.  I’m pretty sure everyone here is with me on this.  I know a lot of games send it automatically, but going in and blocking all those is annoying, almost as annoying as receiving those stupid invites.  Or requests.  No, I will not play Candy Crush or Crave or whatever just so you can get an extra life.  Quit sucking at the game and your problem will be solved.

8. Political posts.  I am all for one sharing their views with their fellow man and the discussion that could ensue.  However, if you cannot handle someone opposing your viewpoint, you shouldn’t put it out there like that.  Debate is how we learn.  It sometimes brings up the fallacies in our own perspective or it could teach someone else the problems with theirs.  Either way, no one thinks the same way or the same things.  Expect an opposition and handle it with grace.  If people can’t be nice, block them, don’t stoop to their level.  It’s a lot easier to pull someone down than to push someone up and too many people will take that easy road.

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9.  Motivational photos.  I can understand that you’ve had a rough day and found a quote inspiring.  And even more so since it’s on a pretty landscape background.  I cannot understand how you need 20 of these quotes a day on your page and insist on sharing every single one of them.  One a day.  That’s all you get!

10. I really don’t give a crap what you ate at whatever restaurant.  It’s one thing to post a photo if it’s a special occasion and really good food, especially if there’s a recipe attached.  I’m a sucker for recipes.  It’s another to post a picture of your McDonald’s cheeseburger every time you go through the drive thru.  Moderation.

 

Ok, so I’ll stop my rant here.  I figure 10 Things I Hate About Facebook is enough for one day.  I know I’m ripping on FaceBook pretty bad, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t get on there just about every single day or that I haven’t done some of these things before, because I do and I probably have.  C’est la vie.  I just find these things humorously frustrating because of their large quantities on my news feed.  So there you go.  Have a happy day!

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The HUMAN Race

I was watching Katie Couric’s show and she was talking about racism today.  It saddens me that we still have to have this conversation.  What also gets me upset is a conversation I overheard between mother and child.  It gives the perfect example for why we still have a problem and will continue to unless we change the way we view things, because in the end, that alters the view our children have as well.

I was walking around in the store with my son when I stopped to look at an item.  A mother and child walked by and they were talking about the child’s day at school.  It was a great conversation until I heard the next part.  The mother was asking about who the child was playing with and asked, “What about that little black boy, you know, *insert name here*”  The child responded and they walked on their way.  I had to stop myself from following after them.  If she knew that child’s name, why was the “black boy” part necessary?  That just teaches the child that their skin color is an identifying feature, something that’s different and should be remarked on.

I grew up in a town, elementary years, that was pretty equally proportioned between Caucasian and African American.  I don’t remember ever dawning on the fact that people treated others differently because of their skin until I saw it happen when I got a little older.  I was flabbergasted.  I couldn’t figure out why someone would treat people that had been my best friends different than me because I was white and they were African American.  Children are not born racist, they see it and emulate it.  And it doesn’t even have to be hate.  If you make skin color a defining feature of someone’s identity instead of their personality and qualities, your children will continue to do the same.  This will teach them that race makes a difference.

My oldest son came home from daycare one day and said “*child’s name* is brown, Mom.”  Once again, I stopped and just stared at him for a moment.  I realized he wasn’t commenting on his race and didn’t understand what he was talking about, he just noticed that this child’s skin was different from his own.  This was a moment I had been worried about.  I had always wondered what he would do when he realized that people had different skin colors.  There have always been mixed races in his classes and I was waiting, worried, for the day he would realize that their skin was different from his.  I was more worried about how I would explain to him that there is no difference between him and the other children, at least not because of their skin.  So I looked at him and said all I could think to say.  “It’s OK, baby.  It’s only a skin color.  He’s still your friend and he’s no different from you.  Everyone’s different in some way, sometimes it’s skin, or what foods someone likes, or who they pray to, but they’re still a person, just like you.”  He just said “OK” and went on about his business.  I don’t think he truly understood what I was saying (I mean, he’s three, what can you expect?), but I’m hoping that by reinforcing those facts over time, that a person is a person, no matter what, and should be treated with the same respect as everyone else, will help him grow to be a man that doesn’t see skin color as a major difference.  That it will help him to be color blind, as we all should be.  I’m hoping that my boys will grow up to love the HUMAN race, because we are all a part of it, each and every skin tone.

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Lest We Forget

This post is a little sad.  Last week a friend from high school passed away.  It’s never a good thing for a friend to die, but when they are so young it makes it even more tragic.  You tend to think about all the chances you will have in life that they never got to experience and all the things you will never get to share with them.  That’s why it’s oddly fitting that our senior band program that we were in together was titled ‘Lest We Forget’ that year.  My band geek counterparts may appreciate this a little more than others.

That program was based on the Civil War, but it fits for now too.  We don’t want to forget the past because we don’t want to repeat our mistakes.  We don’t want to forget the tragedy of now and brush it aside only to find we’ve gone right back into our routine and have the same regrets again later down the road.  I’m thankful that I was able to see Lisa a few times right before we moved to TN a couple years ago, but saddened that we hadn’t kept in touch recently.  Our 10 year reunion was just a couple months away and I kept thinking “Well, I’ll see everyone then and can catch up when we get there.”  That was a mistake.  You never know what will happen tomorrow.  We had commented a few times on each others’ Facebook, but that’s not the same as an actual conversation.  I should have talked to her when I thought about her.  I should talk to anybody when I think about them, or at least let them know “Hey, you were on my mind today.”  I’ve never been the social butterfly.  I’m much more comfortable with a book or a game controller in my hand.  I stay home, not only because I have kids, but because that’s where I’m happy.  I’m a happy hermit.  That doesn’t mean I should forget other people need interaction to maintain a connection.  So this is my apology of sorts to all my friends.  I still think of you as my friends even if I don’t pick up the phone (man, I really hate the phone) and say hi.  I still think of you all constantly and wonder what you’re up to and how you’ve been.  I still pray for you when I see that you’ve gone through something.  I need to vocalize all this more and I know that now.

And while this post does seem about my own misgivings, failures, and woes, my hope is that it helps others from falling into the same trap.  I hope this helps people reach out when they think about it instead of waiting until tomorrow, or your reunion.  I promise to try harder to be the friend you people deserve, because Lest We Forget…

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The TARDIS and My Laundry

I’m not sure how everyone else feels, but I absolutely freaking hate to fold laundry.  I really do.  The only way I’ve found to make it bearable is to dump it all on the bed and watch TV while I tediously fold it all, knowing it will all get undone shortly anyway.  It doesn’t help that I have a 3 year old that likes to make “tunnels” in the piles for his cars while I’m folding, so I have to fold everything at least twice.  I think I may have found a way to hate it a little bit less now though.

I was sitting on the bed watching TV and folding, like I do, when a commercial came on and I sat back staring at my piles of clothes for a moment.  I was not-so-secretly wishing they would fold themselves and put themselves away.  Alas, it did not work, and there weren’t any Disney woodland creatures showing up anytime soon to do it.  I started to get frustrated because my laundry never freaking ends.  I swear I do two loads a day sometimes and the hampers are still full at the end of the week.  How is that possible?  It’s like there’s a wibbly wobbly timey whimey thing going on with my hampers and I’m waiting for the TARDIS and Dr. Who to pop out and tell me he’s been playing a practical joke on me this whole time.  I digress.  Anyway, there I was, getting ticked off at the universe and Dr. Who when I realized I was looking at it all the wrong way.  I figured out two things and my brain did a small version of a happy dance.

1. It’s the only time I’m left somewhat alone and get to watch whatever shows I want.  I lock myself away in our bedroom while the rest of the family hangs out in the living room watching cartoons or Top Gear.  Since I usually bat my husband and toddler away with whatever I can reach when they cause me to have to refold everything, they’ve learned for the most part to steer clear of the laundry piles.  And when my husband comes in I also try to get him to help, so he magically disappears when it’s folding time.

Side Note:  When my husband and I first moved in together, I used to force him to fold clothes with me and called it a “folding party.”  Eight years later and he’s figured out how to avoid the party.  He told me once that he didn’t want to join the party that night and I said, “Then it’s not a “party”, it’s just me, and that makes it “folding masturbation” and that’s just not as much fun…”  The conversation stopped there because we couldn’t stop laughing.  So there’s your dorky story for the day.  And you people thought you were weird.

2. My laundry piles have increased because my family has increased.  In essence, duh! But when I thought about it, it was kind of sweet.  It started out with just me and my jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies, because I’m a tomboy and my wardrobe doesn’t extend much further than that, oh and a million pajama pants.  Then around 8 years ago, my husbands clothes were getting added to the mix.  More laundry, but not too much.  Almost 4 years ago now we added our eldest son.  Insert infant clothes and graduated to toddler clothes now.  Then 2 months ago we added another son.  So now I have my clothes, husbands clothes, toddler apparel, and infant crap (really frustrating to try to fold) splayed out all over my bed to fold.  It’s a boatload to fold, but now that I think about it in the sense of my expanding family, it kind of makes it worth it and a little less hate-able.

I by no means enjoy folding clothes now, but I hate it a little less now.  Sometimes we just have to change our perspective on things to weed out a little of the stress in our lives, even if its something as simple as revoking the death threats you normally cast at your hamper.

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I Go To Bed Mad. Take That!

I’m sure if you’ve been breathing in the last 15 years you’ve heard the marriage/relationship advice “Don’t go to bed mad.”  Well screw that.  I hear so many adages such as this that I want to vomit.  I have easy relationship advice for you.  STOP LISTENING TO MASS MEDIA RELATIONSHIP ADVICE.  Instead, listen to mine.  Because I’m so much cooler.  Or not, but here it is anyway.

1. Be super choosy before you marry, then quit nit picking once you’ve tied the knot.  This isn’t saying to quit giving a crap, but really, you should probably stop giving a crap.  At least about the way the toilet paper is put on the roll.  When you’re dating, I think you should keep your eyes peeled for things that you couldn’t live with for the next  50 years, like smacking when they eat or refusing to take a shower.  But if you’re an idiot and decided to marry them anyway despite your pet peeves, you should probably get over it.

2. People don’t change.  You may be able to get a few small habits to change, but you can never change a person’s core personality in my opinion.  You might get the above mentioned type of person to shower or quit smacking while they eat, but if they are just an annoying person, they will find other ways to be annoying.  A mean person will always be a mean person.  Marriage won’t change them.

3. Marriage doesn’t fix problems.  If you have problems in a relationship that are of a serious nature, marriage will not fix them.  Marriage will probably exacerbate the problems.  People jump into marriages way to quickly thinking “Oh we can work on this.”  No!  Work on it before you get married or end the relationship and find one that works for you that could produce an actual good marriage.

4.  Go to bed mad.  Seriously.  Sometimes, or all the time, people are idiots.  We say things we shouldn’t, we get mad over stupid stuff, we hurt the people we love.  Sometimes you just need to sit and calm down before you open your big mouth and make things worse.  I have literally heard of women keeping their husbands awake because “They all say you can’t go to bed mad, so stay up and deal with this even though its 3 am now and we still haven’t fixed this.”  How angry do you think their spouse is going to be after that nonsense?  The best thing I ever figured out for our marriage is to leave my husband the heck alone.  If he’s mad or if I’m mad, the worst thing I could do is to keep him awake or beat a dead horse trying to figure out a solution.  I don’t know how many times we have gone to bed and one of us has woken up and realized that we were an idiot.  If we had stayed up all night fighting, we probably wouldn’t have come to that conclusion.  Let each other have a minute to cool down and then revisit the issue, even if that means going to bed mad.

5.  Stop listening to everyone’s relationship advice.  There is no cut and dried pattern for a relationship.  What works for me may not work for you.  Every person is different, so every interaction is going to be different for everyone.  Should you stop taking advice completely?  Of course not!  But listening to advice and acting on it are two different things.  Listen to it and decide if you think it’s right for you and your partner.  Don’t base your relationship on what everyone else thinks it should be like.  Base it off what makes you and your partner happy.  That should be the only thing that matters.

There’s my two cents.  As I mentioned in #5, it may not work for you, but it’s a thought.  Maybe if we all started paying more attention to what our relationships are and what they can be instead of what they “should” be, we’d have a lot lower divorce rate.

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How I Keep My Sanity

I think it’s time for a bit of lighthearted fun after all these serious posts.  Lately, my 3 week old has been having some colonic maladies.  The kid can’t go.  So naturally, in true baby fashion, he cries, a lot, when he needs to go and can’t.  Yesterday, I was trying to console him and keep my sanity at the same time.  I love to change words to songs to fit situations.  A lot of the time I do it without realizing it.  This happened yesterday while bouncing my son and humming.  Anyone that has seen the movie “Frozen” knows how much of an ear-worm the song “Let It Go” is.  I had listened to it earlier that day and it was stuck in my head ever since.  While consoling my son, I started changing the lyrics to help coerce my son to release the storm brewing in his colon.  Here are the lyrics, just for S’s & G’s:

The baby cries loudly in the house tonight
Not a poopie to be seen
A kingdom of constipation,
And it looks like I’m the Queen

The child is screaming because his swirling colon inside
Couldn’t get it out, heaven knows I tried

Just let them out, do more than pee
Be the good baby you always have to be
Its congealed, I feel, just let them flow
Please let it flow

Let it go, let it go
Don’t hold burps back anymore
Let it go, let it go
It’s ok to puke on the floor
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the gas rage on,
The smell never bothered me anyway

It’s funny how some substance
Makes everything just smell

And the farts that once controlled you
All your cries tell

It’s time to see that you can poo
To test the limits of your diapers proof
No fight, no song, no room for pee
You’ll see

Let it go, let it go
I am tired of the constant cry
Let it go, let it go
I’d like to see you try

One day you’ll stand
Until then I’ll say
Let the gas rage on

Your odor flurries through the air into the ground
My nose is spiraling in dying cells all around
And one thought forms just like a smelly blast

You’ll lay on your back,
The gas is in the past

Let it go, let it go
And you’ll cry like a brand new fawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect poo is gone

One day you’ll stand
Or at least sleep all day
Let the gas rage on,
The smell never bothered me anyway

 

So there you go.  Hope you enjoyed my moment of ultimate mom-dom.  I find that inserting humor into frustrating situations makes things bearable and this is one way I do that.  Besides, he stopped crying for a bit while I sang it, so it’s a win in my book.  PS- Smile!  It’s Friday!!!

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Love thy neighbor

So this is the post that very well may lose me some friends and family, but that’s alright.  I don’t expect people to agree with me, I just want to offer up another viewpoint.  If you don’t like what I have to say, then that’s fine as well.  Like I said, I’m not expecting your agreement, only maybe the chance to share my point of view as many of you have done, some extremely vocally or offensively.  Let’s keep this friendly, though, ok?

I feel the need to share some thoughts on the extremely debated topic of homosexuality.  It seems like this has become the big thing this year because of the gay marriage laws so everyone has decided to weigh in on the topic.  My turn!

The big issue with all of this is religion, naturally.  This country’s religious demographic is Christian majority.  Christian belief is that homosexuality is wrong, hence the big hootenanny about gay marriage.  You see photos on the web and news of people holding up “God hates gays” signs and such.  Is that really necessary?  For one, God doesn’t hate anyone and we shouldn’t march around proclaiming that he does.  For two, God isn’t a fan of any kind of sin, so are we going to start completely ostracizing every sinner from church?  If so, the building would be empty.  This is my thought.  Alcoholism is a sin.  Gluttony/overeating is a sin.  Sodomy is a sin.  Lust is a sin.  Heck, even masturbation is supposed to be a sin.  Why is it OK for people that deal in these sins to be allowed in churches and be allowed to marry, but not a perfectly nice homosexual couple?  We all sin, so why can’t this be theirs?  Why can’t Christian people acknowledge the sin in all of us and do what we’re supposed to do and love each other, regardless of our sins?  It’s not our job to judge.  Is it wrong according to the Bible?  Yes, as are a million other things that we do daily.  So lets get over it already!  I’m not saying you have to run up and hug a gay person if that’s just completely not cool with you, but don’t promote hate, just let them be.

As far as “Gays are abominations”, well that just ticks me off.  God made everyone, so everyone is as they should be.  I’m not going to debate the whole homosexuality is a choice or born to it, but I will tell you my experience.  I have a wonderfully amazing and completely loving cousin that is gay.  I knew he was gay from the time we were tiny, so did most of our family, but it was never talked about.  He came out recently and was met with a lot of difficulty, from friends and family alike, but has trudged through it all to the best of his ability and still has a great outlook on life.  I absolutely adore this man and couldn’t imagine life without him.  He would give his shirt to someone in need and I know he would come to my rescue should I ever need it.  That doesn’t sound like an abomination to me.  That sounds like a person deserving of love and respect just like any other.

Gay marriage.  Here we go.  I think it should be legal for homosexual couples to get married.  I don’t think churches should be forced to marry homosexual couples.  It should be up to the individual church whether they perform the ceremony or not, but the couples should be able to marry at least by a judge.  If the judge doesn’t agree with it, well, no offense, but they shouldn’t take a government job.  They have to free pedophiles and murderers on technicalities, but don’t want to marry a loving couple?  Huh…  We, as a country, are supposed to have a separation of church and state.  That means the church can’t tell the state what to do and the state should respect the church’s religious rights.  That means the church can’t tell the state whether it is legal or not, but the state shouldn’t force the church on some issues.  So allowing it, but  not forcing pastors to perform it would seem a pretty decent compromise in my opinion.  “But ‘marriage’ is the union between man and woman.”  We use the word ‘marriage’ often, like “it’s a marriage between the two flavors that’s simply delicious.”  It’s a word.  Words evolve.  Words are created.  Either we get over it and share the word, or we come up with a new one.  Stop bickering over a word!

So yea…. If you made it this far through the post and haven’t de-friended me, kudos to you!  Again, this is a viewpoint, not a command.  I don’t expect everyone to agree with me, or a lot of people for that fact, but I think this stuff should be said.  I think we should all learn to compromise a bit and love each other like we’re supposed to.  A little more love and a little less judgement could take us so far!  As for me, I plan on loving my neighbors, all of them, even, unfortunately, the jerks that call my loved ones an abomination.

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The Great Boob Baby Debate

As those of you who know me have realized, I have now had my second son.  With this new addition come many joys, but also many pains in my backside, not from Alex though.  Adults that think they know what’s best for my kid, or anyone’s kids for that fact, are about to meet the claws of Mama Bear.

Let me start this with a little anecdote beginning with the birth of our eldest son.  As a first time mom I naturally decided that I was going to breastfeed and it would be amazing and I was nourishing my child all by myself!  When Levi was born he had severe jaundice and colic to the point where we had to rush him to the ER three days after birth because he was non-responsive.  His bilirubin levels were near the brain damaging point.  Needless to say, he had to go under bili lights when we got him home for a week or so.  We weren’t allowed to take him out of the lights for anything but changing diapers, and even that was supposed to be done in the box if possible, and feeding, which should be done as quickly as possible.  Now how the heck are you supposed to breastfeed when you have to put your baby back under a grow lamp within minutes?  Not possible.  I was so upset.  Then I had to go get his blood levels checked and they made me see a lactation specialist while they ran his labs every time.  She was HORRIBLE!  She told me everything I was doing wrong, and not in a nice way, and basically that I was a crappy mom because I wasn’t breastfeeding him.  It didn’t matter that I was pumping and giving him what I could or that he physically couldn’t latch on because of his gums, nope, I just sucked at life.  I cried every time we had to go.  People like her are part of the reason mom’s get postpartum depression.  I eventually got over it and Levi is perfectly healthy and incredibly intelligent even with his limited exposure to breast milk.

Now we come to my second time around as mom and I realize that I was an idiot the first time around.  Now I know better than to set up high expectations and put that much pressure on myself.  Alex was born at over 10 lbs and no I didn’t have gestational diabetes.  Levi was massive as well weighing in over 9 lbs at 3 weeks early.  We make big babies.  Big babies need food.  Lots of it.  I can’t keep up with these kids.  Guess what?  I freaking supplementing my breast milk with formula.  OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS ENDING!!!!!  At least that’s the reaction I keep getting from some people.

Breastfeeding has met this huge comeback and its getting pushed on people so much that you feel you HAVE to do it or you’re short changing your baby.  I’m all for breastfeeding, but if its not enough for my kid or there’s a legitimate reason a woman can’t do it, and no ‘I’m busy’ does not count, then leave her alone!  We have enough pressure on us with newborns and families and jobs and life that we don’t need random people telling us that our baby isn’t going to be as smart or will have allergies or the numerous other things that people throw at us to make us feel guilty about not producing enough or not breastfeeding at all.  My kids and numerous others are just fine and dandy with what we are doing.  The other issue with this is people breastfeeding in public.  Some are all for it, and some against.  Personally, I’m OK with it, as long as you have a drape or something over your chest.  And I say this not because the female body should be hidden or blah blah, don’t take it the wrong way.  I’m thinking more of creepy dudes watching you and your baby, or about the small children that might not understand what’s going on and their parents that might not be ready to have that conversation yet.  That’s just my own personal opinion though.

I believe the important thing is to do what you believe is right for your kids.  I give my baby boy what I can, but I’m not ashamed to supplement with formula.  I think we should stop telling everyone else what to do and start supporting each other, not cutting people down.  If you’re one of those people, please take into consideration that you don’t know what’s going on with that mom or what her life is truly like.  And if you’ve had kids before, try to remember what it was like when people kept trying to tell you what to do with your kids.  Friendly advice is one thing, belittlement  and condescension are another.  Let’s stay friendly and boost each other up this year, and hopefully it will stick for the years to come!

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My Christmas/Holiday Greeting Rant

Let me begin this by promising this will not be a sermon.  At least to the non-religious.  I’m actually ticked off at the religious masses, and this is coming from a religious person.  This is not meant to offend, but it probably will and I’m sorry.  Someone’s got to say it though.

This whole “It’s Christmas, not Happy Holidays, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Bodhi, etc” is really starting to anger me.  I personally say ‘Merry Christmas’, but if someone walks up and says “Joyous Kwanzaa”, I would probably say the same right back to them, because apparently they celebrate Kwanzaa and that’s important to them.  It’s called consideration.  I’ve heard people say, “Well, this time none of the holidays coincide so you don’t have to say Happy Holidays this year!”  So when you pull out your Christmas decorations in October and start shouting Merry Christmas as soon as possible, aren’t you infringing on others’ holidays?  This is especially difficult considering the many theories of the celebration of Jesus’ birth being late summer anyway, not December.  In the Bible, I believe it’s Luke, they mention the Roman census that Joseph and Mary came to Bethlehem for, which was not in the winter due to travel and weather conditions.  This celebration was moved to December supposedly to either lure pagans more easily into Christianity or to make a hostile takeover of pagan holidays, there are viewpoints on both.  So who’s encroaching now?

I’m all for saying Merry Christmas, don’t get me wrong.  If that’s what you believe, then say it.  The problem occurs when people get hateful about it.  This is the United States of America, not the United States of Christianity.  We were founded on freedoms, especially freedom of religion.  People of all religions have fought and died to keep these freedoms for us.  If you want to force Christianity on people, form your own nation and make it the mandatory religion, then you can enforce the “Merry Christmas” phrase as the mandatory holiday greeting.  Until then, if your barista says Happy Holidays, don’t withhold their tip and preach to them, just respond with Merry Christmas, smile and walk away.  We are supposed to be celebrating Peace, Joy, and Love.  We are supposed to be evangelizing about the love of Christ, bringing people to the faith.  If you are too busy beating them with the Bible, I believe they will avoid it like the plague.  Kindness brings so many more closer than discipline or anger ever could.

So how about this holiday season, instead of bickering over what greeting we are giving and receiving, we concentrate on the love behind the words and actions we spread?  I think most of us can get on board with that, right?  Love each other and lets all work for a better tomorrow!

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