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Lucky Girl

My first entry into SOS – Soap Opera Sunday.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I thought when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

He asked one day in writing, and I instantly responded with an emphatic, “Yes!” I truly was the luckiest girl in the world. All the other girls congratulated me on my accomplishment in attaining the crest of relationships. Him.

J had wavy blond locks and deep crisp blue eyes. His muscular arms wrapped around me and comforted me when I felt shy with him. I had never dated someone as handsome, as well-liked, and so secure. I felt so lucky.

We would talk endlessly on the phone about family, education, and dreams for the future. We would write to each other
about our feelings and family. J had my heart.

And then it happened.

We were at a social gathering with all of our closest friends. Music blared while we talked, joked, held hands. He put his arm around me.

Then the music slowed down. We went out to dance.

Dancing with J was a new experience. His arms were tight around me. And it happened.

My first kiss.

7th grade middle school dance.

What? You didn’t expect me to write about something serious did you? Though it is 100% true.

I hear he’s gay now.

Why My House is a Mess

I LOVE a list. I love reading lists, I love keeping lists, I love ignoring lists. So, here’s my list for this week:

Top 5 Reasons Why My House is a Mess

1. I’m a Lazy Perfectionist. It says so in my info up to the left. See? That means, I want things to be perfect, but I can’t possibly get them perfect, so it doesn’t get done. It’s a self-diagnosed excuse condition. It’s also the first step into becoming a hoarder. I can TOTALLY get those people.

2. My foot hurts. I broke it on Christmas Eve last year, and it still hurts. I tell myself I have to elevate it as much as possible.

3. I have 2 toddlers. It’s going to get messy again in less than 30 minutes, so why clean it in the first place?

4. My mom lives 7 hours away, so it’s not like she’s going to drop in unexpectedly. Why is this an issue? Think of Martha Stewart without the crafting skills and farm, and you have my mother. Her house is always clean, even the baseboards. She cleans them with a broom, then vacuums the dust. I’ve seen it and had to do it as a kid. Traumatizing.

5. It doesn’t smell yet. Every once in a while I’ll get a whiff of something rotting in the sink or in the fridge, so then I’ll clean it out. Until then, it can wait. I have to see what’s happening on the internets and check my email.

What’s your excuse?

Breaking Point

How do you know when you’ve reached your breaking point?

  • Is it when the kids make their 7th trip out to the living room after “tucking” them in to bed?
  • Is it when you’re on a business call and one kid is crying, “IwannacolorMama IwannacolorMama IWANNACOLORMAMA IWANNACOLORMAMA” and the other is crying because she can’t find her pacifier?
  • Is it when you really just want to lie down for 15 minutes because you didn’t get to bed until after 1am the night before and the kids were up at 7:30 and you can’t lie down because the kids are coloring the walls?
  • Is it when all you want to do is sit by yourself and eat without a whining kid insisting on sitting on your lap?
  • Is it when you realize you have only $150 to last you 10 days until the next payday?
  • Is it when you find the dishes haven’t been done in 3 days and the kitchen is starting to emote a stench of rotten cheese and curdled milk?
  • Is it when one of the dogs pees on the floor for no apparent reason?

I guess the moon is in the 7th hour because every other post I read is a frustrated mom wanting a day off. JUST ONE DAY OFF. As a mom, we don’t get a day off. I don’t have a time card that tells me I have to “work” from 8am-5pm and then leave it on my desk. My job lasts 24/7 – the worrying, the cleaning, the momness. I love my job, but even moms need one day off from momness.

Just one day off.


Or just really strong meds. Either one would be awesome.

Yes, I’m a Mama Blogger, Sucka!

The last few weeks have been a real education for me in getting to know my fellow peeps, Mommy Bloggers. I’ve been in the Internets world hot and heavy for the last year with my business site, Good for the Kids, an online retail store (*Self-Promotion Alert!*). But I’ve really stepped in it jumped into Blog World with both feet, arms, and head the last few weeks.

I’ve been blog surfing the Mommy Blogs for hours a day while my children were pouring milk on the dog and coloring walls reading quietly educating myself on what makes a good blog, what makes me pee and others laugh, and possibly making a bit of moolah from my blog. I’ve added tons of blogs to my reader that I check 20-30 2-3 times a day and have added most to my ‘roll. (If you don’t see yourself there, lemme know & I’ll add ya!) I am really upset that some other moms do to like being called a “Mommy Blogger.” Do they feel they are different in any way? Just a question.

So in my quest for the perfect blog (other than my own – expect a new design soon!), I’ve found some real gems. Here are some of my faves:

1. Blog Name: Nap Warden – Because I need her at my house to ward over my non-nappers.

2. She-Makes-Me-Cool-‘Cause-We’ve-Been-Emailing-for-3-Weeks: BECAUSE I SAID SO – Everyone knows Dawn blog and her story. Don’t be jealous b/c she’s been my email buddy for 3 weeks. I pay her to be my friend. Well, at least pay to advertise on her blog.

3. I Can’t Wait to Comment (tie): BECAUSE I SAID SO – duh (see above), The Whole Family – I like her outlook and I might have a blog crush on her, and Busy Mom – I have a blog crush on her, too, and she gets me lotsalinks.

4. Picsdooce – Purty pics of her family, stuff, and especially her dog.

5. TaglineMom-101 – “I dont’ know what I’m doing either.” Says it all.

6. Award Cherry PopperVDog and Little Man – My new Cre8Buzz friend gave me an award just because I cried and whined for it. Thanks!

7. Product ReviewsCool Mom Pics, Chic Mommy Finds (thanks for reviewing my stuff!), googababy, and Mighty Goods. I’m always up for shopping and having my own stuff reviewed, so if you wanna review my products, lemme know! (*Self-Promotion Alert!*)

So, to all you fellow women bloggers who think you’re too good to be called a “Mommy Blogger,” if you’re a Mom and you blog, you’re a Mommy Blogger, sucka.

I am PROUD to be called a Mama Blogger! (I’m called Mama, not Mommy, so I figured I couldn’t change my name for you people.)

Maybe I should make a t-shirt, “I’m a Mommy Blogger, Sucka!” Cause I have time for that while the milk in the sippy cups in the sink curdles.

Wordless 9.12.7 – Then and Now

Anna Claire

Boob Juice

I was a HUGE breast-milk-only mom for the first 6mo of my 1st baby’s life, but because I was working and pumping 3-4 times a day, I had to finally give in (the way I felt at the time) to formula supplement. I 100% believe breast is best, however, I do understand the need for formula. My 2nd daughter was weaned at completely at 5 months, and I still wish I had gone longer. But, because I was not able to pump at work for her (different work location), I began to dry up from not pumping all day.

I understand some women are physically unable. My best friend tried SO hard to nurse her son, but developed mastitis in both breasts after 11 days, was misdiagnosed, then became physically unable to nurse. She went through a depressive withdrawal knowing she wanted to breastfeed, but couldn’t. I don’t believe that if you don’t breastfeed that you are less of a mom AT ALL.

As a supporter of breastfeeding, I do think it is a courtesy to cover up if your baby will allow you to do so. At the time I was nursing, I was uneducated in how to breastfeed in public. I wish I had known it was “OK” and a way to educate others that it is OK. I often times would nurse in dressing rooms and bathrooms. Not the nice ones, but standing up in the handicapped stall. I felt embarrassed that my daughter had to eat in a toilet. But I also didn’t know better. We MUST educate women that it is OK to breastfeed and it is OK to do it in public. I don’t believe sitting in the middle of a restaurant boobs-a-flailing is an option, but there are options. For instance, the inside corner of a booth, a private comfortable alcove at a mall, or anywhere you and your baby would be comfortable.
IT IS NOT OBSCENE to feed your child.

It IS obscene to label a nursing baby as sexually explicit.

If you’d like to show some support, go here:

International Breastfeeding Symbol

I’m going to join the Facebook group now to show my support: Hey, Facebook, breastfeeding is not obscene! (Official petition to Facebook)