Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Restless After the Holidays

The celebrations are coming to an end in my home.  I know in many other homes they continue on.  I use to leave the tree up until mid January but this year I have taken it down already.

December for my family is non stop celebrations.  Oh I am not talking about the tradition holiday parties and dinners through out the month.  Both of my children are December babies.  I want to make their birthdays special and unique.  I want to give them the kind of birthday they ask for and not just combine it with Christmas.

I can pre-plan and purchase gifts and favors months in advance, there still are unexpected surprises. Then there is pulling off the birthday parties.  I have done prepackaged parties at Chuckie Cheese's.  They do make set up and clean up easy.  However they do lack that personal touch that throwing your own party has.

This year I did the the favor bags, crafting packs and even made up the games myself.  I hand painted a wrestler for a game of pin the championship belt on the wrestler.  I made the cake and my husband was a ton of help with everything.  It was a lot of work but worth it.







My daughter had just turned one, so we had a small party with the family.  I made her cake and she got to eat some of it and opened presents.  It was a very special time.



Since my son's birthday is the 22nd I held his party the Weekend before while his friends were in town.  Now on the 22nd, I made him his favorite breakfast, cheese danish and favorite dinner, crab legs.  I still wanted to do something for his actual birthday and this was perfect.

I am glad to say that the days leading up to Christmas we just were able to relax and enjoy spending time with our family.  We had no last minute shopping to do.  We had not place to be and there was no rush to do anything.  It was such a lovely break.  We played games, painted holiday ornaments, and watched movies.

On Christmas Eve, Kyle helped me make our Christmas pizza and we watched a movie and it was off to bed for the kids.

Once they were in bed and to our surprise they STAYED in bed, my Husband and I tackled the assembling and wrapping of gifts.  Oh we laughed as we stumbled through this process but we managed without getting hurt.





Christmas morning Santa had indeed arrived and presents were opened!  Breakfast was made and toys were played with.  We watched Avengers and devoured Prime Rib and homemade Mac & Cheese.  We called relatives and friends telling them how much we love and miss them.  We had a very Merry Christmas!

Now between Christmas and New Years, we have gone out and done a few things and done some shopping.  New Year's Eve we spent time with friends and then came home and rang in the New Year with confetti shooting poppers and toasting in the New Year.

We have had such a great time celebrating and enjoying ourselves, we just do not know what to do with ourselves now that the holidays are coming to an end.  Next week, life goes back to normal.  Right now it is like we are in limbo.  We have a few days in between all the parties and normal life.

We just do not know what to do with ourselves.  My husband and I are trying to think of things to do so we aren't so restless.  However I think our son just wants to sit around in his underwear at home hanging out.

I think we are just partied out!  Yes it was well worth it.  

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Santa Claus is Real to Me


I read an article recently, written by a 27yr old women about how harmful believing in Santa is. She was telling her story how hurt, upset, betrayed and traumatic it was when she was 9 yrs old & learned Santa wasn't real.  It caught me off guard to read this from a grown woman.  There was a lot of bitterness and the spirit of Christmas seemed lost on her.

After I read the article I thought back on my own personal experience with this figure we call Santa.  As a child I looked forward to celebrating the birth of Christ our Savior with the opening of gifts from Santa Claus.  Santa was very real in our hearts and minds.  He brought gifts to everyone who was good and even if we were bad on Christmas.  I never remember any traumatic or hurtful experience from believing in Santa, nor can I say when I stopped believing in Santa Claus. There was no startling revelation that made me lose my faith in the unseen. I never stopped trusting my parents or anyone else.

With time I simply came to a realization that he is not real nor are his reindeer.  I never let on to my siblings that he wasn't real!  Each and every Christmas I kept the Santa alive. I am the eldest of three. I made sure they looked forward to finding gifts from Santa under the tree!

My parents have always kept Santa Claus alive so to speak in our home.  We never got to old or thought it was stupid or silly to say things like, "I hope Santa Claus brings me.....".

Even as we grew up to adults, my parents had gifts for us from Santa under the tree. My parents would also have gifts for each other from Santa. It was tradition and no harm came from it. Instead, we would laugh and giggle, even as teenagers opening our gifts from Santa.

As a parent of 2 young children, I wonder how will I handle that moment when Santa is no longer real to them. My wish is they never lose that joy and magic of Christmas that believing in Santa & his 8 Reindeer bring each year.  I hope they have the same experience that I had and realize that Santa Claus symbolizes so much more then just a jolly old man bringing gifts.


That's me on Christmas Morning enjoying my Coffee.

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I had made a very similar post to this in my Facebook Group Coffee Time for Moms and we had a great time chatting about this.  I do feel bad for the woman who had such a horrible childhood experience.  I can't help but wonder if her parents could have helped her more and handled it all a lot better.

As parents we have such a great responsibility in raising our children.  It is NOT easy.  We are not perfect and we will make mistakes.  I would not fully blame that woman's parents, because she is now a grown woman and has chosen to keep these bitter and angry feelings towards Santa Claus instead of seeking out help and for healing.

To be a parent, our lives change as do our priorities.  These changes can come easy to some, while others may struggle.  It can be easy to rush to judge another mom or dad based on your views and perspective.  I've been guilty of this myself.

I want to be more uplifting and encouraging to other Moms.  We all make mistakes.  It is what we do afterwards that is important.  Use those mistakes as life lessons to become the best Mom that YOU can be!

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and that Santa Claus brought your family all you desired!  And I wish each of you a very Happy New Year!

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Monday, December 17, 2012

It's Monday & I sent my child back to school...


Today lil dude went to school.  He is unaware of the kids his age who died Friday while they were at school.  No one brought it up Saturday at his birthday party, no word was ever mentioned on Friday either.

Today I am nervous.  We chose not to let fear ruin our child's weekend.  Friday night his class had a party and Saturday was his birthday party.  This was a time for him to be a child and not have the worries, burdens and fears of an adult.  This is how my husband and I felt and our decision.  (every parent makes decisions based on their situation and their children, only we know our kids best)

I emailed his teacher and let her know that Kyle was unaware of the shootings.  I also let her know that on Saturday the kids never mentioned it either and I had hoped, that it continued for her today.  I also wanted her to know that if Kyle accidentally did hear about it from other kids to please let me know by email or to call me.  I trust her to help Kyle if he gets upset or scared, but Nathan and I want to come and get him; and comfort him and talk to him if this happens.

She thought this was a great plan!  I am praying hard.  At lunch time Kyle is no longer just with his kindergarten class, but with the older kids too.  However I know these older kids are very protective of the kindergartners and know he is in good hands.  This is comforting to me.

Yes I am still nervous though.  I am a mom, what do you expect?

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Beware of the silence! Moms always warn....


Oh Please Lord have MERCY!!  

I have, had this cold, stuffy, nose and a cough for a few days but am alive.  My son this morning said he wasn't feeling good and wanted to stay home.  This is not normal for him and so he stayed home.  I could tell he was sick.  I noticed he wasn't acting well the night before.

He was in his room in bed watching cartoons.  My daughter was in her crib. I had changed her diaper and tucked her back in.  They both seemed content and relaxed.  They share a room and if they are in there together they both seem to behave better.  I was happy.

I was taking this time to try to get some peace while getting up.  I had only about 3 hours of sleep and was dragging.  I had been laughing with friends on FB through my iPhone and snuggled under blankets in a comfy LazyBoy Rocker Recliner.  For a moment, I felt peace and that all would be well today.

It was quiet and all was well.........   

~~~~~~~~~~~~WRONG~~~~~~~~~~~~~WRONG~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WRONG~~~~~~~~~~~~

(not even 15 minutes had past)

Hailey had taken off her clothes and her diaper after she pooped.  She had then proceeded to finger paint her legs, arms, crib and everything in her crib in POOP!!! 

Some how her brother did not smell or notice this even though he was but an inch away from her!!!!!! O_o  

Nathan, who fortunately is home all day, today was the first one to find this mess.  His gagging and proclamations of HORROR as he yelled, "NO...NO...NO...NO", in utter disbelief that his precious little girl was playing in her poo, had me leaping from my comfy recliner.  With blankets flying, I jump into the room and see the horrific site.

So while I bathed my poopy princess, he was getting the bedding all in the wash and running it.  Then he fed and played with the kids (kind of like herding cats) while I disinfected and removed the "shitty" artwork, my darling little girl finger painted all over her crib.

Oh Nathan and I can't get the smell out of our noses.......perhaps it is all just in our heads now.  Perhaps some coffee and time away from poop, we will recover.

If there is anything to gain from this, a great story to embarrassing the kids with when they are older and once the trauma of this Poop-tastrophy passes a whole lot of laughs.

Has my morning gotten any better?

Well I managed to make a pot of coffee and start some chicken and dumplings in my crock pot.  My Precious Princess is down for a nap with fresh bedding and my son is wondering what he will be getting for his up and coming birthday.

I think between Kids Netflix and all his apps on his iPhone, he will manage to rest and not drive us too crazy the rest of the day.

I hope....






My Two Christmas Elves!

*my son's iPhone, is not activated, it was my old phone, that is now being used as an iPod.  As if I would give a 5 or 6 yr old a smartphone to go around texting and calling his homies......  smh

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Women's Rights to be Mothers and Work



Right now I am ashamed to be a woman.  Women laughing at other women who want more flexible rights in the work place to be there for their family.  Women discriminating against other women in the work place being ignored by the media and politicians.  Men are not the only ones to blame for work place discrimination.  I am sicken by women who look down on mothers who are working and juggling a family, especially single moms trying to do it all.

Who are you to mock a woman, working full time and raising a family?  Why should a woman NOT be given flexibility to take extended breaks while pregnant, or time off to make her doctor appointments without penalty or risk of losing her job?  Who decided 6 weeks was acceptable to separate a mom and a child after birth or risk losing her job and or be on an extended leave without pay?  Why should a woman have to sit in the bathroom, being docked pay to pump breast milk, to feed her baby?  Why should an employer not acknowledge that mothers, even fathers, need time off to pick up sick kids from school, or take time off to care for a sick child? 

It was a real eye opener for me when I became pregnant, was single and working.  I had to literally keep track of the minutes used for an actual break, bathroom breaks to pee, or vomit because I had constant “morning sickness” up and through my third trimester”.  This way they could track my work productivity and dock me the minutes used over the allotted time for breaks.  All the while, I had co-workers male and female giving me a hard time because, I needed to use the bathroom a lot and in their eyes, I wasn’t being treated equally and getting in trouble.  Oh I was being scrutinized and talked to about how I could possibly skip my regular breaks that I used to rest, as a pregnant woman needs too, so that I was more “productive”.   

Suggestions, like drink less water, and be more careful what I eat, so I am not having to use the restroom as much, were also made to me. 

I felt like I was a burden,  in trouble and at risk of losing my job because I am a woman and as a woman, we are the ones who get pregnant and give birth to babies, who grow up to be the next generation in this world.  This is how a woman is made.  Woman should have the right to bear children and not be mistreated, because their bodies are made this way. 

The mentality that a woman must be striped of her womanhood and more like a man to succeed in the work place, needs to end.  This notion isn’t only brought on by men, but women also who are in the work place. 
When I had to take time off to visit my doctor and because of some complications, I needed physical therapy 3 times a week, I needed to use FMLA in order to not accumulate “occurrences” and get fired, that would then end my health insurance.  (Being pregnant and out of work as a single mom, I would not be able to raise my son.  It would be near impossible to find a job where someone would actually hire me, knowing I would leave, plus I would no longer have FMLA to keep my job secure, and who knows how long I would have to wait until I would be eligible for insurance and what they would actually cover.  As for COBRA, without a job, I could not afford that extended coverage.)  FMLA only allows 12 weeks of time off in a 12 month period.  There are a lot of restrictions, paperwork and an approval process in order to actually use FMLA time.  I also could use FMLA if I was taking time off from work due to sickness related to pregnancy and had doctor proof and the paperwork done and approved.  While using FMLA sounds great, I would end up using a lot of those 12 weeks in the 9 months that I was pregnant, even before I gave birth and needed to use it to stay home with my child. 

For instance, I ended up having to take my leave early on October 31st but my son wasn’t born until December 22nd.  My early leave was nearly 8 weeks.  I may have had a couple of days of FMLA left by the time I gave birth to my son.  From that point on, my employer no longer had to save my position for me.  

My job was up for grabs and I was a nervous wreck.
I was fortunate, that I was able to secure my position and returned to work in six weeks after I gave birth to my son.  I kept in touch weekly giving progress reports and reassuring my employer that I really wanted to return to work and keep my job.  I felt under pressure, to impress my employers and wasn’t able to push work out of my mind, while I was supposed to be healing and bonding with my son.  Yes, I was lucky, I did get to return to a job, but it felt way too soon and there was no guarantee I had my job until I walked in and was given back security access and shown where my new desk was.  Too many mothers end up losing their job or are terminated as soon as they return.

I chose to breastfeed my son, for the nutritional benefits, as well as bonding ones.  As a working mother, this is not easy.  Many work places do not have private rooms for a woman to set up her pump and use it to get milk to feed her baby while she is at work.  Trying to set up and pump in a bathroom is not conducive to a productive pumping session.  I do not even want to think about the sanitary issues.  Also a lactating woman needs to take plenty of breaks to pump, so that she does not put her health at risk of infection and other dangers.  Oh and not to mention embarrassing spontaneous “let downs”. 

While I was allowed to take breaks to pump, I was under a lot of pressure to keep them timed; in order to dock my pay for anytime I needed that went longer then my allotted break times.  I did not get a regular break or time to run out for lunch as other employees.  I was expected to sit in a dark room pumping, so that I was still a productive employee.  I was ridiculed for how long it would take to pump and how often I had to.  I would be questioned why on one day, I needed less time and then another day, I needed longer time.  I was being treated like I was a machine that should be able to produce on demand and the same out each time within a specific time limit.  By the way, that is not how a woman’s body works when it comes to producing breast milk.  I was also being compared to another woman who was also pumping.  She was getting treated far worse then I because, I was able to not need as much time for breaks to pump as she did.  

No two women are the same and this comparison never should be made.  I did try to explain, this to my employers to stick up for my fellow co-worker.  Unfortunately, it did not get through their heads. 

As a few months went by, it became harder to pump and I was being asked when I was going to stop breastfeeding, so they could figure out what they need to do.  I wasn’t clear on what they meant by, need to do, but I didn’t like the sound of it.  I felt like it was a threat.  I didn’t let their bullying stop me.  Even though almost daily I had to meet and report on how my pumping was coming along and promise to somehow magically get better and faster.  Trust me, these meetings were also held against me because I was not being productive and they had to take time to talk to me about these issues! However through all of that nonsense, my son was breastfed for a year.  I should not be pressured to stop after 2 months or even 6 months, nor should I be docked pay to take time to pump or to have daily meeting on the progress of how long it takes to pump and how I can reduce my breaks.  I even asked if I could come in early or work a little late, to help cover the time I was being docked and I was denied that by my employers.  I was told, to figure out how to manage my time better, so that I wasn’t being docked pay.  For me, that was ridiculous!

Remember how I used up my FMLA and had to wait another 12 months before I could use it again?  Well this meant, that if I needed time off to take my newborn to his doctor’s appointments or he was sick and being a single mom, I had to be home with him, I was gaining occurrences, too many occurrences like 3, would put me on probation and if I missed work or was late while on probation, I would be fired.  This is neither right nor fair for mothers, single moms, or parents. 

No one, especially women, should be penalized in the workplace for having children!  Co-workers should not be ridiculing or mocking their fellow co-workers for being parents and needing time off for their families. 

No this is NOT the 1950’s, and making jokes trying to portray today’s working moms as the non-working homemakers of the 1950’s and putting women down who do want to be home on time to cook dinner for their families, hurt’s women’s rights and causes division instead of uniting women and standing up for what women, including mother’s in the workforce rights are!

There needs to be equal pay!  A man should NOT be hired over a woman, because she is a mother or young enough to become one.  Women should be treated equally and given equal opportunities for promotions.  However a woman should not have to give up her right to be a woman, which includes, having and caring for her children.  This should not be left up for the state’s to decide, this is a federal government issue.  There needs to be put in place by the federal government laws to protect women nationwide.  Too many states have loopholes, such as “right to work” that are used against employees, such as working mothers who need flexibility in hours and breaks.

Employers need to stop trying to track an employee’s productivity with spreadsheets and graphs, calculating averages based on week to week activities, monitored and kept tracked by minute to minute detailed updates to verify, the employee is not wasting company money.  Employees are human beings and unable to maintain a specific task at a constant pace like a machine.  There are constant variables that need to be added to the equation when figuring out how long something will take to get done.  No matter how hard you try to predict a timeframe, you cannot expect it always to work out the way you hoped.

If employers could accept this concept, perhaps it would be easier for them to be more open and willing to be fair to women and not treat a pregnant or lactating woman, as an object.  I felt like I was an object and had to share with a group of people the intimacies of my pregnancies and my personal struggles as a breastfeeding mom.  It was degrading and embarrassing.  My right to privacy was being denied.  There is no reason, why I should account for the minutes and explain in detail why I had a bad day of needing more breaks.  It is not their place to tell a pregnant woman not to drink so much water, or what to be eating, so that I am not having to pee or getting “morning sickness” as much and needing extra breaks. 

All of this was humiliating and this pressure and ridicule came from the women I worked for, who were single, didn’t have kids, and/or never had severe “morning sickness”, and used formula instead of breastfeeding.  Perhaps some of the men, told them to do this, but that doesn’t make it right. 

As I said, I am ashamed right now to be a woman.  I hear women screaming about the importance of women’s Rights, but if a mother speaks up about her rights, she becomes the butt of jokes. 

Listen up, and pay attention, I made a choice, and my choice was to have my son.  Respect that choice of mine and don’t try to stifle my voice!  I want the right to raise my children to be good, wise and productive members of society and I don’t want that hindered by archaic beliefs that a woman has to de-feminize herself and be more like a man in order to get equal rights in the work place. Do NOT take away my right to be a WOMAN, have a family and hold a job.  This means that I, a mother should be allowed to be pregnant, give birth, choose what is right for my child and take an extended leave that is more than 6 weeks and breastfeed my child, without, risk of losing my job, losing pay for extra time off and getting equal job opportunities and pay!

Wow I sure sound demanding!  No, I am being blunt and straight forward.  I am not saying men; do not deserve many of these rights either as a single dad or parent. 

What I am saying is; every woman should have the right to be a mother!




*This was my experience back in 2005-2006 and it changed my outlook on life and women’s rights.  I am now married, my son is almost 6, and I have a 10mos old daughter and am a Stay At Home Mom.  I sometimes miss working, I really do.  Being a Stay At Home Mom has brought on many new challenges and I feel like I am running a small business.  Working Moms and Stay at Home Moms need to unite and speak up more about the right of a woman to be a mother without shame.  I cannot believe how there is a division amongst women when it comes to views of a woman’s place and rights in the work place.  Perhaps one day, all women will see eye to eye and realize that being a mother and making children the priority is neither a negative nor a step backwards.  Being a mother has been the greatest gift in my life. 

Please feel free to comment and share your experiences below!