Monday, May 12, 2008

Mommy Sacrifices

When you become a mom, you know you are going to have to make sacrifices. You will get a lot less sleep. Baths suddenly take all of 3 minutes, if you are very, very lucky. You change diapers. While Days of Our Lives in on tv, you're watching Clifford, The Big Red Dog.

But no one tells you that your two year old will eat half your beloved boiled crawfish. The boiled crawfish that you peeled. That was a rare treat, since hubby won't bring crawfish into the home. The crawfish that was leftover from your MOTHER'S DAY dinner.

Darn Cajun blood.

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Friday, May 9, 2008

Salaries For Moms

Because of Mother's Day weekend, several news stations are reporting a mother's "actual worth." They calculate a yearly salary based on things like time spent as a housekeeper, a psychologist, and a nurse.

I think it's just silly.

Your salary is what a person is willing to pay you. Right now, no one is willing to pay moms, or involved dads, much. I almost think it's insulting to moms to talk about how much you should earn based on what you do for your family. For the same reason, Ander's allowance (intended to teach him how to budget/spend money) will not be connected to his chores (an UNPAID service to his family that is expected and required). I do not work for my family for money. I would not work for my family for money. I only earn money because I have to - you know, to eat and stuff.

I wish news programs would, instead of focusing on money, focus on the advantages to society if laws changed to help families. Give woman and men time off to raise children. Make work hours flexible, so families can come first. Make it easy for mom to breastfeed and work. Make it easy for dad to take off early for the soccer game or the school play. Encourage people to reproduce responsibly, so that we can build our future now.

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

My Loyal Readers

It's time I get to know who you are. Your likes. Your dislikes. What makes you sad, angry, happy, high.

So post a comment. You can tell us something fairly anonymous about yourself (like how unsmelly your socks are) or something more informative (3 kids, a dog, and liking long walks in the mall). Whatever. I just need insight.

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I Am Feeling Better

I swear that I am! Just ignore the lack of appetite and the occasional (meaning again this morning) vomiting. Or, and the sometimes knife in my back. But my doctor (kindly, and well-meaning, I'm certain) assures me that will resolve itself by the time I deliver. I can get PT, but I frankly don't have time for PT. The pain is severe, but it's about once a day for 20 seconds. PT is twice a week, involving two hours of going to and from the office and having a PT session.

There are these chipper pregnant women I see sometimes who never complain. H-A-T-E T-H-E-M. Hate 'em. Just FYI.

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One Word Answers Only

1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Where is your significant other? work
3. Your hair? frizzy
4. Your mother? babysitting
5. Your father? work
6. Your favorite thing? laptop
7. Your dream last night? faith
8. Your dream/goal? time
9. The room you're in? office
10. Your fear? horses
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? happy
12. Where were you last night? home
13. Something you're not? calm
14. Muffins? Yuck
15. One of your wish list items? purse
16. Where you grew up? logs
17. The last thing you did? call
18. What are you wearing? maternity
19. Your TV? off
20. Your pet? none
21. Your computer? sweet
22. Your life? moderate
23. Your mood? impatient
24. Missing someone? Alan
25. Your car/truck? parked
26. Something you're not wearing? pumps
27. Your summer? hot
28. Love someone? Box
29. Your favorite color? red
30. When is the last time you laughed? Ander
31. Last time you cried? recent
32. Who will resend this? readers

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A Little Too Perceptive

I walked into the kitchen this morning and turned on the news. I started to turn on my computer, when I heard a quiet little, "Good monring, mommy."

"Oh, hi Ander. Mommy didn't see you. Did daddy get you out of bed already?"

"Out my crib. I not want in my crib. I wake up."

"Well, Mommy has a secret. Soon, not yet but soon, you'll get the sleep in the big boy bed."

"Ander big boy bed?" Pauses (I swear it was for effect.) "Baby in crib?"

Now, how the heck did he know the baby would get the crib? We are carefully planning to move him in early July (as soon as Alan's crazy overtime ends) so he won't relate his new bed to losing the crib to the baby. Darnit.

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