thankful

I am grateful for the people who understand me without me needing to explain. I am thankful and so lucky to have a few people who REALLY understand how little help I receive and how VERY tired I can become. I am also very appreciative that they do not feel sorry/pity for me. They empathize, but don't baby me. I am a big girl.I am lucky to have some strong women around me that understand what I am doing.

EVERYONE has stuff, issues, stressors, skeletons, etc...we do our BEST. that is all we CAN do.

i think my tired "ness" is getting the best of me.

I get it, thanks

I'm overweight and still look very pregnant one year later.My issue.

I KNOW

please shove a biscuit in your mouth next time when you THINK it would be appropriate to ask me yelling across the school cafeteria if I am expecting again. bitch.

what i really think

there are not many places where i can put what i really think. and it is quite likely that droves of people are NOT here reading.

Don't be a sheep. Stop judging from behind a shield of "good mommyness". Take each person as a person. If you judge, which I do, call yourself out for it. Not one person is better than the next. I believe we are each doing our best within our capabilities and circumstances.

why

what i don't understand is why would someone put out there that he/she really want to keep in touch and make sure everyone knows it, but then not return my calls? My daughter turned 1 on Saturday, not even a call. I know I shouldn't, but I am beginning to take it personally. And I move on.

from a book I am reading

"Because partly imaginary can help family relationships remain stable because it's reassuring to imagine that others love us even when they aren't showing it, but too much reliance on one's imaginary love and caring feelings can blind us to out abuse of a loved one."

oh the glamour of being a mom

includes

being able to say you've experienced

having a jar of meat sticks drop and spill all over my head and clothes. YUCK!

I was under the table trying to pick up something and CLUNK and GOOOSH


If a bunch of dogs start following me around today, I'll know why

Eau de Meat Sticks

i mark my life in 3 divisions

i mark my life in 3 divisions. family. friends.work. I can NEVER be doing good at 3. I can only hope to do ok at one, head above water in the second, and underground incompetent in the 3rd. I can't stand it. I'm not trying to be perfect, just trying to keep head above water in all 3, is that too much to ask? Oy