In January 2002 my cousin Greg died from an accidental heroin overdose. We had no idea. Next year will be 10 years and it doesn't hurt any less. I adored him, he was one of my best friends when we were little and I loved him. It still hurts so badly.
Je vais vous revoir un jour.
He said I rocked the pink hair, so to celebrate him, I will be dying it all pink for him in January.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Snaps and claps
So I watched Glee last night, the 'Born this way episode' and like every other viewer watching I am now taking a good look at myself to figure out what I would put on my Glee shirt. I have a long list about things I don't like about myself, or that is wrong with me, but I don't necessarily think they warrant being on a tshirt.
So I'm going to take a few days and think on it. I think I have my word, but I want to make sure. I will share it with you at some point and you will know when I say it because it will most likely be a single word post.
We just got back from Prek dropoff where I got to spend a few minutes talking to my new friend. She is a type 1 Mom, perhaps the coolest of them all because she rocks the look. She can show up in her sweapants and look like she's starting a fashion trend. She's got a little girl the same age so we're going to set them up on a playdate. Oh and she cuts hair. <3
I go a small town salon here in town and I know their names and they know mine. They do a good job and they violate my wallet once every few months. Like $30 for a simple cut with a Jr Stylist. How much does my new friend want? $10. I can even bring my kids along and they can play with hers while they do it. And if we have to take a break to calm the kids down, it's no big.
=O
I would MUCH rather support a Mom working from her home than give my money to a company. Plus there is a real opportunity here to become friends with and really KNOW my stylist. I had that when I was younger. Her name was Sam, and we met her at Borics. We followed her wherever we went until we moved. She was awesome. She did all our hair, she knew us and remembered things about us. I miss that. I hate having someone new everytime, even within the same building. I want someone who I can joke and laugh with and someone who will ask how something turned out that we talked about the last time.
So I am super psyched for this and I think we're going to meet up on Monday. Don't quote me on that, because I haven't checked my schedule yet. How weird it feels to say that. I'm not a high powered CEO with meetings and business dinners. I'm just a mom. A stay at home mom too.
I have preschool three days a week I need to schedule around. Dance class too. Recitals, playdates, doctor appointments, visiting family and MOM's club events. My life is BUSY. For the first time since I was in high school, I have REAL friends. Not just acquaintances I make small talk with, but people I can laugh with, cry with, and be myself with. People who don't look down on me but lift me up. Do you know how much a person needs that? I didn't until I didn't have it. I don't know HOW I stayed sane when Hailey was young.
It was me and her all the time, no one else. I tried to do what I could, but at 21 with a new baby, the Mom's at any activity had little to no interest in me. I was easily the youngest by a decade. We had the added perk of city living, where you can walk anywhere you want and if you can't there is a bus. I did some amazing things with Hailey. I took her to the Milwaukee Art museum, I taught her how to build sandcastles on the beach of Lake Michigan. I took her to Borders on the River and read her stories while we watched boats go by.
We had an amazing life up there and while I wouldn't trade our current life for the world (I am ridiculously in LOVE with our small town), I also really REALLY miss life in Milwaukee.
So I'm going to take a few days and think on it. I think I have my word, but I want to make sure. I will share it with you at some point and you will know when I say it because it will most likely be a single word post.
We just got back from Prek dropoff where I got to spend a few minutes talking to my new friend. She is a type 1 Mom, perhaps the coolest of them all because she rocks the look. She can show up in her sweapants and look like she's starting a fashion trend. She's got a little girl the same age so we're going to set them up on a playdate. Oh and she cuts hair. <3
I go a small town salon here in town and I know their names and they know mine. They do a good job and they violate my wallet once every few months. Like $30 for a simple cut with a Jr Stylist. How much does my new friend want? $10. I can even bring my kids along and they can play with hers while they do it. And if we have to take a break to calm the kids down, it's no big.
=O
I would MUCH rather support a Mom working from her home than give my money to a company. Plus there is a real opportunity here to become friends with and really KNOW my stylist. I had that when I was younger. Her name was Sam, and we met her at Borics. We followed her wherever we went until we moved. She was awesome. She did all our hair, she knew us and remembered things about us. I miss that. I hate having someone new everytime, even within the same building. I want someone who I can joke and laugh with and someone who will ask how something turned out that we talked about the last time.
So I am super psyched for this and I think we're going to meet up on Monday. Don't quote me on that, because I haven't checked my schedule yet. How weird it feels to say that. I'm not a high powered CEO with meetings and business dinners. I'm just a mom. A stay at home mom too.
I have preschool three days a week I need to schedule around. Dance class too. Recitals, playdates, doctor appointments, visiting family and MOM's club events. My life is BUSY. For the first time since I was in high school, I have REAL friends. Not just acquaintances I make small talk with, but people I can laugh with, cry with, and be myself with. People who don't look down on me but lift me up. Do you know how much a person needs that? I didn't until I didn't have it. I don't know HOW I stayed sane when Hailey was young.
It was me and her all the time, no one else. I tried to do what I could, but at 21 with a new baby, the Mom's at any activity had little to no interest in me. I was easily the youngest by a decade. We had the added perk of city living, where you can walk anywhere you want and if you can't there is a bus. I did some amazing things with Hailey. I took her to the Milwaukee Art museum, I taught her how to build sandcastles on the beach of Lake Michigan. I took her to Borders on the River and read her stories while we watched boats go by.
We had an amazing life up there and while I wouldn't trade our current life for the world (I am ridiculously in LOVE with our small town), I also really REALLY miss life in Milwaukee.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Teenage Wasteland
First I'll start by wishing you all a Happy Easter, as it's on it's way out. Mine started out not so hot, but was awesome by the end of the day. Migraine and sinus pressure basically. Made for a suck day.
But I digress.
We'll start the topic by firstly thanking my mom, dad, brother and sister for loving me and teaching me just how to be. Somehow in this crazy world I grew up knowing right from wrong, respecting others and loving and respecting myself. My parents managed to instill in me confidence, knowledge, a healthy sense of skepticism and the knowledge that I am worth it. How they did this, I would love to know, because I am terrified of raising two good kids in today's society. Especially a girl. I cannot even express how scared I am raising a girl today in a society with substandard morals, peer pressure, school shootings and trashy clothes.
I'll share with an article a friend on FB shared. Don't dress your daughter like a whore.
Somehow I missed the atrocity that is a pushup bra geared towards elementary school girls. I hope the marketing reps and VPs are securely comforted tonight in their homes where I cannot reach them and strangle them with their own little kiddy wonderbras. Because I would. Tell me where they live. SRSLY.
There was an incident in 4th grade, where I was wearing a white button down with a vest. I had to take off the vest because it was too warm. I then had to put it back on because I got teased. Think about it, 8 year old girl, starting to develop in a white button down that was fairly snug. Yeah, I was devastated. I think that was the point at which I asked for a training bra. It sucks, because I think 8 is too early to have to wear any bra, even a trainer. For these elementary school girls to be offered basically a mini model of of what Victoria Secret offers is heartbreaking.
My 4.5 is such a diva, and always wants what Mama has. Pads, bras and makeup. I like to think I have a pretty good stance on these things. I let her have some tank tops (the cami ones next to the panties in the toddler section) because they appease her need to grow at a pace I am comfortable with. I let her have her own tube of lip gloss, which gets kept up so she can't get in trouble. She barely remembers it. Sometimes I'll giver her a bit of moisturizer while I put mine on. Painting nails is a special treat, though she has a large collection of hairbows and headbands. The only earrings she wears are stick ons (she begged for pierced but I gave a quick pinch to show her what it would feel like and she changed her tune).
Still I wonder if it's too much. Like I said. TERRIFIED.
I mean it bothers me that in a 10 pack of Walmart panties that one of them says adorable on the front. Sure it's pretty tame, nothing flashy, but still. Seems weird.
I want her to grow up feeling loved, and knowing she is beautiful, both inside and out and smart. I want her to know that she can be anything she wants to be and that she's worth it. Everything.
Don't even get me started on how scared I am to raise my son to be a good man, one who respects, loves and takes care of his family.
I don't even know where to start....
But I digress.
We'll start the topic by firstly thanking my mom, dad, brother and sister for loving me and teaching me just how to be. Somehow in this crazy world I grew up knowing right from wrong, respecting others and loving and respecting myself. My parents managed to instill in me confidence, knowledge, a healthy sense of skepticism and the knowledge that I am worth it. How they did this, I would love to know, because I am terrified of raising two good kids in today's society. Especially a girl. I cannot even express how scared I am raising a girl today in a society with substandard morals, peer pressure, school shootings and trashy clothes.
I'll share with an article a friend on FB shared. Don't dress your daughter like a whore.
Somehow I missed the atrocity that is a pushup bra geared towards elementary school girls. I hope the marketing reps and VPs are securely comforted tonight in their homes where I cannot reach them and strangle them with their own little kiddy wonderbras. Because I would. Tell me where they live. SRSLY.
There was an incident in 4th grade, where I was wearing a white button down with a vest. I had to take off the vest because it was too warm. I then had to put it back on because I got teased. Think about it, 8 year old girl, starting to develop in a white button down that was fairly snug. Yeah, I was devastated. I think that was the point at which I asked for a training bra. It sucks, because I think 8 is too early to have to wear any bra, even a trainer. For these elementary school girls to be offered basically a mini model of of what Victoria Secret offers is heartbreaking.
My 4.5 is such a diva, and always wants what Mama has. Pads, bras and makeup. I like to think I have a pretty good stance on these things. I let her have some tank tops (the cami ones next to the panties in the toddler section) because they appease her need to grow at a pace I am comfortable with. I let her have her own tube of lip gloss, which gets kept up so she can't get in trouble. She barely remembers it. Sometimes I'll giver her a bit of moisturizer while I put mine on. Painting nails is a special treat, though she has a large collection of hairbows and headbands. The only earrings she wears are stick ons (she begged for pierced but I gave a quick pinch to show her what it would feel like and she changed her tune).
Still I wonder if it's too much. Like I said. TERRIFIED.
I mean it bothers me that in a 10 pack of Walmart panties that one of them says adorable on the front. Sure it's pretty tame, nothing flashy, but still. Seems weird.
I want her to grow up feeling loved, and knowing she is beautiful, both inside and out and smart. I want her to know that she can be anything she wants to be and that she's worth it. Everything.
Don't even get me started on how scared I am to raise my son to be a good man, one who respects, loves and takes care of his family.
I don't even know where to start....
Friday, April 22, 2011
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Fluffimama here, checking in before the caffeine wears off. We spend the morning with my Mom, coloring eggs, sitting around and the kids got to open their Easter baskets. I have to say, of all the holiday prep activities, dying eggs is my favorite. So is dumping out all the dye in the sink afterward. I bleached right after and the sink isn't pink anymore. Pink sinks remind me of being 16 and getting pink hair dye EVERYWHERE. Floor, rug, door, sink, tub.....my inlaws couch. Good times.
I'm cleaning and getting things done for company on Sunday. Tonight I will be watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows P1 and stuffing a garbage bag FULL of plastic eggs. Tomorrow we have an egg hunt with our Mom's club and we're going to the 6:30pm service at church tomorrow night. Crossing our fingers for a nice warm day and maybe we'll cook out!!
Then Sunday we have breakfast in the morning with Nick's grandparents, then we come home and Nick is going to take the kids to the park while I hide a few eggs in a trail to their baskets. Then I start cooking. Family over in the afternoon and once they leave I crash.
Wish me luck. I hate holidays.
I'm cleaning and getting things done for company on Sunday. Tonight I will be watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows P1 and stuffing a garbage bag FULL of plastic eggs. Tomorrow we have an egg hunt with our Mom's club and we're going to the 6:30pm service at church tomorrow night. Crossing our fingers for a nice warm day and maybe we'll cook out!!
Then Sunday we have breakfast in the morning with Nick's grandparents, then we come home and Nick is going to take the kids to the park while I hide a few eggs in a trail to their baskets. Then I start cooking. Family over in the afternoon and once they leave I crash.
Wish me luck. I hate holidays.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Brraaaaaaaaaaains. And volunteering. And God.
Zombie Mom here. Fluffimama used all her mojo to get up at 4 am, strip the bed, couch, start laundry, bathe Thing and go to Walmart before 6am.
Thing 1 is sick. Like sleep all day only wake up to puke sick. Yeah. Poor baby :( This is the hard part of being a mom. There is something wrong with them and you can't. Just. FIX IT. I've got her all snuggled on the couch, clean, with Winnie the Pooh (my sick movie as a kid) and some pedialyte and she is PASSED OUT. Beyond holding her cup, telling her to go back to sleep and holding her hair/rubbing her back there's not a lot to do. No other symptoms so it's either something she ate (only thing she had yesterday that I did not, was carrots and ranch), or she's got one of those quick tummy bugs. So no school today. She was broken hearted. Dance is only an option if she is feeling better by lunch and keeps her food down.
This is also one of the hardest things about having two kids. When I was sick all I wanted was my mommy. Still even at 25, when I get sick all I want is my mommy. So I know exactly what Hailey is thinking/feeling when she reaches for me. But then Adam is also reaching for me and I have to up her love and attention doses without negatively affecting his. It would be easier if he were older and understood 'Sissy is sick and Mommy needs to hold her more right now' but at his age he would take it as a personal affront and assume I no longer love him.
Luckily she's passed out and he's still asleep so hopefully (knock on wood) we can keep it this way for a few hours.
So since our Easter is so super busy, we have chosen to forego church this Sunday so we can enjoy eggs/baskets with the kids and so I can get started on cooking. I went to the church website to check out times for Saturday (we're going the night before instead) and the first thing I see is volunteer sign ups for a 'Night to Remember.' For those of you who are unfamiliar, Night to Remember is a Prom type dance that Heartland Church throws every year for special needs kids. This gives them a comfortable and safe environment for them to celebrate, dance and have fun.
A good friend of mine volunteers every year doing hair and makeup and is just moved by the experience. I always vow to sign up, but it always slips from my mind a few weeks later and I never remember it until I'm hearing once again how it went. So when I saw the sign ups for the event (which is on May 6) I got so excited, I opened the registration page and saw it was only taking volunteers for sewing. I'm pretty darn good with a sewing machine and a needle and thread. Knowing my sewing machine is not working great I scoured the page for other volunteer opportunities.
So back I go to the sewing volunteers. They only had 3 and needed 7 more. It's only about 2 weeks till the dance. I'm no idiot, I know a sign when I see one. I don't mean to sound preachy or overly proud, but I have this skill and I feel like it's not getting any use beyond making things for Thing 1. I feel so blessed right now that not only can I get involved in Night to Remember, I can use a skill I love having and that I am good at. Have you ever truly had a moment like you felt that the events of the day have truly led you somewhere? I would not have been on the church website at 5 am this morning if I hadn't gotten up with Thing 1.
So what if my sewing machine only works half the time. Maybe, just maybe it will work for me to do this. If not, I've got two hands, a needle and some thread. I am SO ready to do this.
Thing 1 is sick. Like sleep all day only wake up to puke sick. Yeah. Poor baby :( This is the hard part of being a mom. There is something wrong with them and you can't. Just. FIX IT. I've got her all snuggled on the couch, clean, with Winnie the Pooh (my sick movie as a kid) and some pedialyte and she is PASSED OUT. Beyond holding her cup, telling her to go back to sleep and holding her hair/rubbing her back there's not a lot to do. No other symptoms so it's either something she ate (only thing she had yesterday that I did not, was carrots and ranch), or she's got one of those quick tummy bugs. So no school today. She was broken hearted. Dance is only an option if she is feeling better by lunch and keeps her food down.
This is also one of the hardest things about having two kids. When I was sick all I wanted was my mommy. Still even at 25, when I get sick all I want is my mommy. So I know exactly what Hailey is thinking/feeling when she reaches for me. But then Adam is also reaching for me and I have to up her love and attention doses without negatively affecting his. It would be easier if he were older and understood 'Sissy is sick and Mommy needs to hold her more right now' but at his age he would take it as a personal affront and assume I no longer love him.
Luckily she's passed out and he's still asleep so hopefully (knock on wood) we can keep it this way for a few hours.
So since our Easter is so super busy, we have chosen to forego church this Sunday so we can enjoy eggs/baskets with the kids and so I can get started on cooking. I went to the church website to check out times for Saturday (we're going the night before instead) and the first thing I see is volunteer sign ups for a 'Night to Remember.' For those of you who are unfamiliar, Night to Remember is a Prom type dance that Heartland Church throws every year for special needs kids. This gives them a comfortable and safe environment for them to celebrate, dance and have fun.
A good friend of mine volunteers every year doing hair and makeup and is just moved by the experience. I always vow to sign up, but it always slips from my mind a few weeks later and I never remember it until I'm hearing once again how it went. So when I saw the sign ups for the event (which is on May 6) I got so excited, I opened the registration page and saw it was only taking volunteers for sewing. I'm pretty darn good with a sewing machine and a needle and thread. Knowing my sewing machine is not working great I scoured the page for other volunteer opportunities.
So back I go to the sewing volunteers. They only had 3 and needed 7 more. It's only about 2 weeks till the dance. I'm no idiot, I know a sign when I see one. I don't mean to sound preachy or overly proud, but I have this skill and I feel like it's not getting any use beyond making things for Thing 1. I feel so blessed right now that not only can I get involved in Night to Remember, I can use a skill I love having and that I am good at. Have you ever truly had a moment like you felt that the events of the day have truly led you somewhere? I would not have been on the church website at 5 am this morning if I hadn't gotten up with Thing 1.
So what if my sewing machine only works half the time. Maybe, just maybe it will work for me to do this. If not, I've got two hands, a needle and some thread. I am SO ready to do this.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A little less stabbity.
So I've completely given up on the idea of taking the kids to the mall to see the Easter Bunny. Those Jackwagons upped the price at Christmas last year for the Santa photos and it's the same this year. They want me to spend $15 more, so that I get an awesome Shutterfly card. That I WON'T USE.
So instead we're going to an Easter egg hunt in Rockford on Saturday where they are doing FREE photos with the Easter Bunny. Free. I am in like Flynn.
When I told Thing 1 for the second day in a row that we were NOT going to see the Easter Bunny as planned, she stared at me with death in her eyes. I told her the mall was closed. She sobbed. I asked her if she wanted a happy meal. All was well.
I scored All Dog's go to Heaven on blu-ray at Walmart for $10 so while Thing 2 naps (shocking, I know). Thing 1 is falling in love with 'Chawie' like I did when I was a kid.
You might wonder why I am feeling less stabbity. This is because I've given myself something to look forward to. I ordered Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Blu-ray from amazon and it will be here Friday. Saturday night, Mekius and I will partake of the HP and some amazinginly yummy Lung Fung.
Also, Mekius and I are getting haircuts this weekend. YAY.
Fluffimama out.
So instead we're going to an Easter egg hunt in Rockford on Saturday where they are doing FREE photos with the Easter Bunny. Free. I am in like Flynn.
When I told Thing 1 for the second day in a row that we were NOT going to see the Easter Bunny as planned, she stared at me with death in her eyes. I told her the mall was closed. She sobbed. I asked her if she wanted a happy meal. All was well.
I scored All Dog's go to Heaven on blu-ray at Walmart for $10 so while Thing 2 naps (shocking, I know). Thing 1 is falling in love with 'Chawie' like I did when I was a kid.
You might wonder why I am feeling less stabbity. This is because I've given myself something to look forward to. I ordered Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Blu-ray from amazon and it will be here Friday. Saturday night, Mekius and I will partake of the HP and some amazinginly yummy Lung Fung.
Also, Mekius and I are getting haircuts this weekend. YAY.
Fluffimama out.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
My day in one word.
STABBITY.
I've been getting progressively bitchy the past couple days and eating everything in sight. Today I have cramps. We all know where this is going. It's alarming to know I'm being a complete raging bitch and not able to do a SINGLE thing about it.
I wrote this blog 4 times already and deleted it, so I'm just going to sum it up.
I hate rain. I hate cold. I hate Spring. I like Ruebens from Culvers. I hate wet roads. I like cheese curds from Culvers. I actually like almost any food I don't have to cook. I like naps. I like sleeping. I hate rain. I hate cold. I hate crappy weather. I hate wind. And laundry. I like Chinese food. And flowers. And Harry Potter.
That's about it. There's a whole lot of stabbity going on right now.
If you have the displeasure of seeing me this week, give me a hug and bring me some ice cream.
I've been getting progressively bitchy the past couple days and eating everything in sight. Today I have cramps. We all know where this is going. It's alarming to know I'm being a complete raging bitch and not able to do a SINGLE thing about it.
I wrote this blog 4 times already and deleted it, so I'm just going to sum it up.
I hate rain. I hate cold. I hate Spring. I like Ruebens from Culvers. I hate wet roads. I like cheese curds from Culvers. I actually like almost any food I don't have to cook. I like naps. I like sleeping. I hate rain. I hate cold. I hate crappy weather. I hate wind. And laundry. I like Chinese food. And flowers. And Harry Potter.
That's about it. There's a whole lot of stabbity going on right now.
If you have the displeasure of seeing me this week, give me a hug and bring me some ice cream.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Help...have you seen!
My sarcasm?! It's no where to be found! Also missing with my sarcasm is my energy, motivation and appetite. If you find any of these things please return them. I'm looking at a very busy week this week, school, dance, dentist, pain and then a non stop day on Sunday. We're meeting up with one set of Nick's grandparents in the morning (butt crack am) and then coming home (skipping church) so we can have them search the yard for what the Easter Bunny left (about 10 eggs each leading to their baskets) and so I can get started on cooking for the other side of his family. I realize he has a large family but I don't even enjoy holidays anymore because it's just back to back craziness and I know it's not going to get any better.
I seriously miss being a kid and being able to relax and enjoy holidays. We only ever had one place to go for each holiday and I was actually able to enjoy it with my parents.
I am cranky and crabby and I just want to cancel everything and sleep all day and watch the kids open their baskets.
Blargh.
I seriously miss being a kid and being able to relax and enjoy holidays. We only ever had one place to go for each holiday and I was actually able to enjoy it with my parents.
I am cranky and crabby and I just want to cancel everything and sleep all day and watch the kids open their baskets.
Blargh.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Where am I?
Fluffimama here....
It seems I've missed a good portion of the weekend because apparently SOMEBODY does not feel the need to drink it and get up early. For shame! That's ok, I'm back today because who can resist a toaster strudel with a cup of coffee? Not us!
The house is super silent right now and it's 10:15 am. Thing 1 spent the night at her Grandparent's (between the craft fair, lunch at a nice restaurant and then getting to have a sleepover) I am willing to bet good money that yesterday was the best day of her small life. Both boys are still asleep so no church, and I am going to enjoy the silence.
In fact once I saw the doom and gloom brigade was gone and the sun had re-emerged, I flung open the door and prepared to be surrounded by animated singing blue birds I was instead slapped in the face with a dose of 'ball's ass COLD.'
NOT COOL.
Though...maybe...since it's not raining I can convince Mekius to go put up my clothesline on the side of the house. I'm working on my dirty hippie lifestyle. It's going quite nicely so far. I still need to start my own garden (I can barely keep fish alive, though seem to doing well with children) maybe I can plant babies! Hmmmm....I also need a super duper hybrid vehicle. In the minivan variety, because it will be a cold day in Hades when I give up minivans. Or maybe just after I drop my last kid off at college...
So EASTER. Next weekend. I'm hosting it here at my house and I'm making several large pans of Lasagna because I would rather fail high school math again than eat ham. I'm not a fan of JUST ham. I like ham IN things, like casseroles or sandwiches, but not just a big honking ham. No thanks.
So we're hosting here and having almost 20 people over, and I think I have like 2 chairs that I am for sure will not break if someone sits on them. Then I have 5 chairs that may *LIKELY* break if someone sits on them. Yeah, we need new dining room furniture. I have a list going of things I want/need for the house and it's very slow going. We need to win the lotto. Also so I can give money to people. I have a list of 10 people I would give 100K to. That's for another day though.
I had to take a long break during this post because Thing 2 woke up, so I had to get him up, change and dress him, change his sheets, clean his room and brought him down for breakfast. Then he played on the bed for a while and tried waking Daddy up. I got the sweetest picture of him curled up in Daddy's arms on the bed and he spent most of the time driving his hot wheels all over Daddy. Too cute for words seriously. So I guess that is it for me, my day has begun and I get to go to Hallmark and use my $8 rewards cetificate ;D
Fluffimama out!
It seems I've missed a good portion of the weekend because apparently SOMEBODY does not feel the need to drink it and get up early. For shame! That's ok, I'm back today because who can resist a toaster strudel with a cup of coffee? Not us!
The house is super silent right now and it's 10:15 am. Thing 1 spent the night at her Grandparent's (between the craft fair, lunch at a nice restaurant and then getting to have a sleepover) I am willing to bet good money that yesterday was the best day of her small life. Both boys are still asleep so no church, and I am going to enjoy the silence.
In fact once I saw the doom and gloom brigade was gone and the sun had re-emerged, I flung open the door and prepared to be surrounded by animated singing blue birds I was instead slapped in the face with a dose of 'ball's ass COLD.'
NOT COOL.
Though...maybe...since it's not raining I can convince Mekius to go put up my clothesline on the side of the house. I'm working on my dirty hippie lifestyle. It's going quite nicely so far. I still need to start my own garden (I can barely keep fish alive, though seem to doing well with children) maybe I can plant babies! Hmmmm....I also need a super duper hybrid vehicle. In the minivan variety, because it will be a cold day in Hades when I give up minivans. Or maybe just after I drop my last kid off at college...
So EASTER. Next weekend. I'm hosting it here at my house and I'm making several large pans of Lasagna because I would rather fail high school math again than eat ham. I'm not a fan of JUST ham. I like ham IN things, like casseroles or sandwiches, but not just a big honking ham. No thanks.
So we're hosting here and having almost 20 people over, and I think I have like 2 chairs that I am for sure will not break if someone sits on them. Then I have 5 chairs that may *LIKELY* break if someone sits on them. Yeah, we need new dining room furniture. I have a list going of things I want/need for the house and it's very slow going. We need to win the lotto. Also so I can give money to people. I have a list of 10 people I would give 100K to. That's for another day though.
I had to take a long break during this post because Thing 2 woke up, so I had to get him up, change and dress him, change his sheets, clean his room and brought him down for breakfast. Then he played on the bed for a while and tried waking Daddy up. I got the sweetest picture of him curled up in Daddy's arms on the bed and he spent most of the time driving his hot wheels all over Daddy. Too cute for words seriously. So I guess that is it for me, my day has begun and I get to go to Hallmark and use my $8 rewards cetificate ;D
Fluffimama out!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Has anyone seen Fluffimama?!
I feel as though we should maybe send out a search for Fluffimama. I haven't heard from her in a couple days and I'm starting to worry. Either she has rusted in the woods due to low coffee consumption or she is laying in a gutter mumbling to herself because of too HIGH coffee consumption. Either one is viable. Church is on Sunday mornings, but we all know how we don't like church, so she may or may not emerge for coffee in order to stay awake through church.
Can I take a moment to complain? Let's discuss homemade or "WAHM" wares. Completely overpriced. Today I bought a set of doll pajamas for FIFTEEN dollars. There was a woman that wanted TWENTY TWO for a tutu. Granted they are very NICE tutus, I could make my own, same quality for TEN. Same with the dolls clothes. Is my laziness and lack of motivation really worth that much markup? Really?! I took Thing 1 with me to the craft fair today and it was pretty nice.
Granted it was small, and maybe only 15-20 vendors, but they were almost all quality vendors. And I say almost because one was just this completely random mishmash of sub-par creations (which were apparently so unimpressive I can't recall a single one). Another was some sort of squishy ball that you throw and it sticks to stuff (but this version is all natural and ORGANIC, so when your kid eventually swallows this giant thing, all you will have to worry about it getting it back out. Uh. Nothanx.
As mentioned there was the doll clothes lady (who reminds me of my Grandma, so I might just have to go back), the Tutu lady, the hairbow lady (I'm not going to gripe about $4 for a nicely made duckie shaped hairbow because even I am not that crafty. And I'm PRETTY damn crafty). Then there were the required Pampered Chef, Mark Kay, Tastefully Simple, etc reps. No scentsy or Avon though. Then there were some with quilts and various goods.
I took $20 because I never know how much things will cost or if they will take checks. We left with the Duckie clip, the doll pajamas, some free candy, tons of business cards and having entered into no less than 5 drawings. I never win these things. But when I entered to win one of 25 lip glosses from Mary Kay, there were 9 entries. Fingers crossed.
Then we went to Olive Garden and my daughter showed more grace and charm than I knew possible. She was quiet, calm and polite. She ordered her own food, said please and thank you and answered questions in words you could easily understand. She ate almost all her food, drank all of her milk and gave me a big hug and thanked me for dating her out on a date.
I won't cry because Zombies don't cry, but OMG my little baby girl is going to be 5. I have to go now, I have brains (BRAAAAIIIIINNNNSSSS) in my eye!
Zombie mom out (sniffle...)
Can I take a moment to complain? Let's discuss homemade or "WAHM" wares. Completely overpriced. Today I bought a set of doll pajamas for FIFTEEN dollars. There was a woman that wanted TWENTY TWO for a tutu. Granted they are very NICE tutus, I could make my own, same quality for TEN. Same with the dolls clothes. Is my laziness and lack of motivation really worth that much markup? Really?! I took Thing 1 with me to the craft fair today and it was pretty nice.
Granted it was small, and maybe only 15-20 vendors, but they were almost all quality vendors. And I say almost because one was just this completely random mishmash of sub-par creations (which were apparently so unimpressive I can't recall a single one). Another was some sort of squishy ball that you throw and it sticks to stuff (but this version is all natural and ORGANIC, so when your kid eventually swallows this giant thing, all you will have to worry about it getting it back out. Uh. Nothanx.
As mentioned there was the doll clothes lady (who reminds me of my Grandma, so I might just have to go back), the Tutu lady, the hairbow lady (I'm not going to gripe about $4 for a nicely made duckie shaped hairbow because even I am not that crafty. And I'm PRETTY damn crafty). Then there were the required Pampered Chef, Mark Kay, Tastefully Simple, etc reps. No scentsy or Avon though. Then there were some with quilts and various goods.
I took $20 because I never know how much things will cost or if they will take checks. We left with the Duckie clip, the doll pajamas, some free candy, tons of business cards and having entered into no less than 5 drawings. I never win these things. But when I entered to win one of 25 lip glosses from Mary Kay, there were 9 entries. Fingers crossed.
Then we went to Olive Garden and my daughter showed more grace and charm than I knew possible. She was quiet, calm and polite. She ordered her own food, said please and thank you and answered questions in words you could easily understand. She ate almost all her food, drank all of her milk and gave me a big hug and thanked me for dating her out on a date.
I won't cry because Zombies don't cry, but OMG my little baby girl is going to be 5. I have to go now, I have brains (BRAAAAIIIIINNNNSSSS) in my eye!
Zombie mom out (sniffle...)
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thanks so much Fluffimama
For making today SUPER crappy. Of course because since we got up before the alarm, we must not need coffee right?! WRONG. Coffee is the happy little fuel that keeps us chugging along and keep that smile on my face until at least 3pm, when I have another cup, which gets me through bedtime.
Oh no, not today. Today we left the house at 8am, stopped at the grocery store for those organic milk boxes (the kids love them as a treat and hey they're a buck each) as well as some baby treats for Adam to munch on. We had to go to the lab at the pediatrician's office today to redo his bloodwork. When they did his lead levels in February his platelets were very low and they wanted to resest. So he got poked, screamed, thrashed around and hated me for about 5 minutes.
Rough experience for us all, all three of us were crying by the time we were done. Adam for obvious reasons, me because I have to be the bad guy and hold him down and Hailey because she sat in the corner horrified watching them do it (she wouldn't stay around the corner with the nice nurse). So we got packed back up, Adam got some tylenol, chocolate milk and some nummies. Off we went to our Mom's Club meeting. That went fine and I got some cuddles and they kids both got to play with friends. After that we headed out to the grocery store AGAIN, to do half our shopping. We do half at Hilander and half at Aldi's to try and save money on groceries each month. It's working pretty well for us so far. As long as I remember to save a quarter....
We got home, I got the mail, picked up everything in our yard (what is UP what the WIND?!?!) brought the kids in, put Thing 2 down for a much needed nap, brought in the groceries, put them away, made Thing 1 lunch, did some laundry, cleaned, ate lunch and CRASHED. I think Thing 1 and I were cuddled up in bed for like 4 hours total. At some point I went to get Thing 2 and next thing I knew we were all a jumble in the bed and I was watching them both sleep. Thing 2 hasn't fallen asleep with me since he was a newborn, so I tried very hard not to cheer :D
Then it was dinner time, Daddy came home and it was bedtime. Today went SOOO fast, TGIF. I'm enjoying a bowl of chocolate girl scout thin mint ice cream and then I think I'll head to bed early. I don't have nearly as much snark in me as I do when I have coffee. I'll remedy that tomorrow.
On the agenda tomorrow is a craft fair and lunch with my favorite girl and I'm thinking someone at Sprint is going to get my phone up a painful orifice tomorrow. Which one remains to be seen.
Zombie Mom out.
Oh no, not today. Today we left the house at 8am, stopped at the grocery store for those organic milk boxes (the kids love them as a treat and hey they're a buck each) as well as some baby treats for Adam to munch on. We had to go to the lab at the pediatrician's office today to redo his bloodwork. When they did his lead levels in February his platelets were very low and they wanted to resest. So he got poked, screamed, thrashed around and hated me for about 5 minutes.
Rough experience for us all, all three of us were crying by the time we were done. Adam for obvious reasons, me because I have to be the bad guy and hold him down and Hailey because she sat in the corner horrified watching them do it (she wouldn't stay around the corner with the nice nurse). So we got packed back up, Adam got some tylenol, chocolate milk and some nummies. Off we went to our Mom's Club meeting. That went fine and I got some cuddles and they kids both got to play with friends. After that we headed out to the grocery store AGAIN, to do half our shopping. We do half at Hilander and half at Aldi's to try and save money on groceries each month. It's working pretty well for us so far. As long as I remember to save a quarter....
We got home, I got the mail, picked up everything in our yard (what is UP what the WIND?!?!) brought the kids in, put Thing 2 down for a much needed nap, brought in the groceries, put them away, made Thing 1 lunch, did some laundry, cleaned, ate lunch and CRASHED. I think Thing 1 and I were cuddled up in bed for like 4 hours total. At some point I went to get Thing 2 and next thing I knew we were all a jumble in the bed and I was watching them both sleep. Thing 2 hasn't fallen asleep with me since he was a newborn, so I tried very hard not to cheer :D
Then it was dinner time, Daddy came home and it was bedtime. Today went SOOO fast, TGIF. I'm enjoying a bowl of chocolate girl scout thin mint ice cream and then I think I'll head to bed early. I don't have nearly as much snark in me as I do when I have coffee. I'll remedy that tomorrow.
On the agenda tomorrow is a craft fair and lunch with my favorite girl and I'm thinking someone at Sprint is going to get my phone up a painful orifice tomorrow. Which one remains to be seen.
Zombie Mom out.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A small break from the sarcastic
I know, I know you're all wondering if I even know HOW to turn off the sarcasm, but I'm going to give it an honest effort because there is someone I want you guys to meet. Her name is Scarlett and she will be 6 months old on Saturday. She also has Glioblastoma.
Please go here http://brandiandchris.blogspot.com/p/about-scarlett.html to read more about her. You can follow along with the blog and she how she is doing almost daily. She underwent brain surgery to remove the tumor and is on her second round of chemo. Please, if you are the praying type, pray for her and her parents. Howl at the moon if that's what you're into, or naked midnight dancing. Every little bit helps. Her parents are accepting donations, and can use every bit they can.
Scarlett needs us to keep her in our thoughts. If you've had a sick child then you know what it's like and if you haven't I pray you NEVER will. So please, go to her blog and follow along and join this nationwide family of strangers who are hoping and pulling together for one tiny little girl <3
Zombie Mom & Fluffimama out <3
Please go here http://brandiandchris.blogspot.com/p/about-scarlett.html to read more about her. You can follow along with the blog and she how she is doing almost daily. She underwent brain surgery to remove the tumor and is on her second round of chemo. Please, if you are the praying type, pray for her and her parents. Howl at the moon if that's what you're into, or naked midnight dancing. Every little bit helps. Her parents are accepting donations, and can use every bit they can.
Scarlett needs us to keep her in our thoughts. If you've had a sick child then you know what it's like and if you haven't I pray you NEVER will. So please, go to her blog and follow along and join this nationwide family of strangers who are hoping and pulling together for one tiny little girl <3
Zombie Mom & Fluffimama out <3
The ugly underbelly of MOPS
No not those things you wash your floors with, I'm talking the seedy and disgusting dark side of being a mom of a preschooler. You thought peer pressure on kids was tough, preschool pick up/drop off is like lord of the flies for stay at home moms.
There are two types of moms here. One is the kind where your hair might still be wet, in curlers or otherwise unruly. The ones that have sweatpants, pajama pants or slippers on. You know, the real moms. They typically have 2 or more children or any children under 3.
Then there are the type that look like they got up at 4 am, showered, dressed, did their hair, makeup and cast a glowing aura around themselves. They sneer at the moms above, thinking they are better than everyone else and typically have only children or the one in preschool is their youngest.
I fall in the first category. I don't ever wear makeup, my hair is always a mess at drop off, I *usually* am 'dressed' (today I am indeed wearing....exercise pants...huh.) Yes I had to check. I don't judge, because I don't want to be judged.
We have this mom, who falls into the second category, all the time. I am blessed with being stuck with her 4 times a week (once more than every other mom) because our girls take dance in the same building right after one another. She is sickeningly thin, and always made up like she's going to the Olive Garden. Mmmhmm. We parked next to her on Tuesday, and while simultaneously pulling our daughters out of our minivans (it's alarming the amount of minivans at p/u&d/o) she is talking to her daughter about her hair bow. Now Thing 1 is all about hair bows so once in the ground she turns and asks 'do you like my pretty hair bow?' Now mind you, the before mentioned evil mom heard this, I could see that on her face. She walked away. I don't care much if she doesn't like me, it mutual. I think that's obvious in the fact that I've seen this woman weekly for the past year and never so much looked in her direction.
But this is my damn daughter. My innocent, polite, bright eyed social butterfly, who loves nothing more than to talk to new people. I don't care if you don't like me. But you better be nice to my daughter. I ALWAYS respond to something when someone else's little kid talks to me. Would it REALLY have killed her to have just said 'yes, very nice?'
And of course I have to turn to Hailey with a smile and say 'yes sweetheart your bow is very pretty' because this woman is apparently petty enough to ignore a 4 year old. There is so much hate and evil in the world and I want to protect her from what I can. I know I won't always be able to, but I shouldn't have to protect her from a bitchy fellow mom. Worst thing is, her two girls are picking it up as well and are rude to the other girls at dance.
I know I'm not perfect, but I think raising and teaching your kids to be kind and polite (but not naive) is a very important thing in life. It will affect who they are as adults and I don't know about any of you, but I don't want my daughter to become the bitchy mom at preschool drop off.
So thumbs up to my fellow moms who like they had a hell of a night with small kids and who actually look like they've spent the day rolling on the floor laughing with their kids. Those other moms sure do look nice, but I don't see the point when I know I'll have slobbery kisses all over my face and my clothes would just end up wrinkled. I'm sure I'll look halfway decent by the time my kids are in middle school :P
Fluffimama out <3
There are two types of moms here. One is the kind where your hair might still be wet, in curlers or otherwise unruly. The ones that have sweatpants, pajama pants or slippers on. You know, the real moms. They typically have 2 or more children or any children under 3.
Then there are the type that look like they got up at 4 am, showered, dressed, did their hair, makeup and cast a glowing aura around themselves. They sneer at the moms above, thinking they are better than everyone else and typically have only children or the one in preschool is their youngest.
I fall in the first category. I don't ever wear makeup, my hair is always a mess at drop off, I *usually* am 'dressed' (today I am indeed wearing....exercise pants...huh.) Yes I had to check. I don't judge, because I don't want to be judged.
We have this mom, who falls into the second category, all the time. I am blessed with being stuck with her 4 times a week (once more than every other mom) because our girls take dance in the same building right after one another. She is sickeningly thin, and always made up like she's going to the Olive Garden. Mmmhmm. We parked next to her on Tuesday, and while simultaneously pulling our daughters out of our minivans (it's alarming the amount of minivans at p/u&d/o) she is talking to her daughter about her hair bow. Now Thing 1 is all about hair bows so once in the ground she turns and asks 'do you like my pretty hair bow?' Now mind you, the before mentioned evil mom heard this, I could see that on her face. She walked away. I don't care much if she doesn't like me, it mutual. I think that's obvious in the fact that I've seen this woman weekly for the past year and never so much looked in her direction.
But this is my damn daughter. My innocent, polite, bright eyed social butterfly, who loves nothing more than to talk to new people. I don't care if you don't like me. But you better be nice to my daughter. I ALWAYS respond to something when someone else's little kid talks to me. Would it REALLY have killed her to have just said 'yes, very nice?'
And of course I have to turn to Hailey with a smile and say 'yes sweetheart your bow is very pretty' because this woman is apparently petty enough to ignore a 4 year old. There is so much hate and evil in the world and I want to protect her from what I can. I know I won't always be able to, but I shouldn't have to protect her from a bitchy fellow mom. Worst thing is, her two girls are picking it up as well and are rude to the other girls at dance.
I know I'm not perfect, but I think raising and teaching your kids to be kind and polite (but not naive) is a very important thing in life. It will affect who they are as adults and I don't know about any of you, but I don't want my daughter to become the bitchy mom at preschool drop off.
So thumbs up to my fellow moms who like they had a hell of a night with small kids and who actually look like they've spent the day rolling on the floor laughing with their kids. Those other moms sure do look nice, but I don't see the point when I know I'll have slobbery kisses all over my face and my clothes would just end up wrinkled. I'm sure I'll look halfway decent by the time my kids are in middle school :P
Fluffimama out <3
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Zombie Mom: Religion mmmkay.
I am a Christian, I believe in God, Heaven and Hell.
I pray.
That's pretty much it. I don't like church. It's all about politics and money to them. It kinds of takes the point out of church when you full like you're in a warehouse with a band and fancy lights. To me, that's not church. To me, church is every day with my kids. They are my blessings and the only reason I believe in god. Someone must have found me special enough to bless with not one, but two beautiful and amazing children.
I was not raised religiously. I actually scoffed at it. I am a modern woman in a modern world of technology and wealth. Such things are not needed in advanced countries. Right? However, I hope to god (no pun intended) for my kid's sake that there is a god and he will help do great things in life. I have a healthy disdain for authority and always have. So I doubt. I believe, and a I doubt. Just like any other Christian, Catholic, Lutheran, etc.
If someone tells you they have never had ANY doubt, they are lying to you. Sorry....rambling.
I try my damnedest to not judge or be a hypocrite. I don't walk around quoting the bible. If you ask, or if the topic comes up I will share my views with you but I'm not looking to shove it down anyone's throat.
Not sorry if I offended anyone, this is just my brain (BRAIIIINNNNNNSSS) and the way it works. Take it or leave it, but it's a system that has worked for me for 25.5 years now.
Today's lesson was brought to you today by Jehovah's Witnesses who interrupted cuddly naptime with Thing 1.
Also speaking of rude people interrupting nice things I do for myself, why is it whenever I can take a nice long shower and pamper myself, Mekius ALWAYS has to come in and poop?! Hot shower + stanky poo fumes = no happy mommy!
Zombie Mom out!
(braaaaiiiinnnnnnsss)
I pray.
That's pretty much it. I don't like church. It's all about politics and money to them. It kinds of takes the point out of church when you full like you're in a warehouse with a band and fancy lights. To me, that's not church. To me, church is every day with my kids. They are my blessings and the only reason I believe in god. Someone must have found me special enough to bless with not one, but two beautiful and amazing children.
I was not raised religiously. I actually scoffed at it. I am a modern woman in a modern world of technology and wealth. Such things are not needed in advanced countries. Right? However, I hope to god (no pun intended) for my kid's sake that there is a god and he will help do great things in life. I have a healthy disdain for authority and always have. So I doubt. I believe, and a I doubt. Just like any other Christian, Catholic, Lutheran, etc.
If someone tells you they have never had ANY doubt, they are lying to you. Sorry....rambling.
I try my damnedest to not judge or be a hypocrite. I don't walk around quoting the bible. If you ask, or if the topic comes up I will share my views with you but I'm not looking to shove it down anyone's throat.
Not sorry if I offended anyone, this is just my brain (BRAIIIINNNNNNSSS) and the way it works. Take it or leave it, but it's a system that has worked for me for 25.5 years now.
Today's lesson was brought to you today by Jehovah's Witnesses who interrupted cuddly naptime with Thing 1.
Also speaking of rude people interrupting nice things I do for myself, why is it whenever I can take a nice long shower and pamper myself, Mekius ALWAYS has to come in and poop?! Hot shower + stanky poo fumes = no happy mommy!
Zombie Mom out!
(braaaaiiiinnnnnnsss)
Enter....Fluffimama
This morning is vast and wondrous. Why you ask? Because I woke up on my own volition and was awake, by myself for an HOUR. Normally Thing 1 is up and going before Mekius even leaves for work (7amish) so for her to sleep until almost 9 am was like angels singing.
Thing 2 is still asleep. As usual.
It was blissful, I made the bed, straightened up the downstairs, made some coffee, started the wash and was able to sit down here at the computer by myself. Except I left my coffee in the microwave.
I know...I know....tantamount to abuse. It's all ok now, I chugged it when I found it. Cups of coffee: 2. Two cups is usually all I need unless it's Tuesday/Thursday (hubby is gone late/busy day) but alas Mekius is helping a friend out tonight so I will once again be on my own with the kids until late tonight. I don't necessarily MIND it, but I feel as though I haven't really seen him lately. I mean he comes home, eats and sleeps, but he doesn't really seem to be...well, HERE. Ya know? Bargh, it's probably just me. So on the agenda today is dropping off/picking up Thing 1 at preschool (it's absurd how much I adore pick up/drop off in my minivan. I feel like I've made it) like a Level 3 Stay at home mom with a high health count. Oops, my nerd is showing O.o
So let's discuss something that made me angry this morning.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-rowe/what-it-says-about-us-whe_b_671373.html?ref=fb&src=sp
OMFGFIDDLESTICKSCOCKWAFFLE.
SRSLY?!!?!?!
This alone as a human makes me feel like I want to vomit.....but as a mother....mother of a boy....mother of a boy only a month younger, who loves snuggling up to his mommy and playing dolls with his sissy, this makes me want to rip this guys limbs off, light them on fire, pour acid on him, light HIM on fire and then beat him with his flaming limbs. Then I want to extinguish him and make him live out the rest of his years in unending excruciating pain.
Some of you reading this may gasp and say 'that's not very Christian!' but the rest of you are looking for your hacksaws and a funnel for battery acid.
The only thing more 'unchristian' than my imagery, is oh I dunno.....abusing innocent children. Yeah. I hope he rots.
Stories like this unfortunately happen every day and it makes me just want to hug my kids tighter and never let go. It's terrifying being a mother, knowing what kind of bullies and hate are out there waiting for them. You want them to be prepared for it, but at the same time, you don't want them to lose that innocent air about them.
So on that note I will leave you with a quote that I have never known to be more true of being a mother.
'Having children is like letting your heart walk around outside of your body."
Auther Unknown
Thing 2 is still asleep. As usual.
It was blissful, I made the bed, straightened up the downstairs, made some coffee, started the wash and was able to sit down here at the computer by myself. Except I left my coffee in the microwave.
I know...I know....tantamount to abuse. It's all ok now, I chugged it when I found it. Cups of coffee: 2. Two cups is usually all I need unless it's Tuesday/Thursday (hubby is gone late/busy day) but alas Mekius is helping a friend out tonight so I will once again be on my own with the kids until late tonight. I don't necessarily MIND it, but I feel as though I haven't really seen him lately. I mean he comes home, eats and sleeps, but he doesn't really seem to be...well, HERE. Ya know? Bargh, it's probably just me. So on the agenda today is dropping off/picking up Thing 1 at preschool (it's absurd how much I adore pick up/drop off in my minivan. I feel like I've made it) like a Level 3 Stay at home mom with a high health count. Oops, my nerd is showing O.o
So let's discuss something that made me angry this morning.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-rowe/what-it-says-about-us-whe_b_671373.html?ref=fb&src=sp
OMFGFIDDLESTICKSCOCKWAFFLE.
SRSLY?!!?!?!
This alone as a human makes me feel like I want to vomit.....
Some of you reading this may gasp and say 'that's not very Christian!' but the rest of you are looking for your hacksaws and a funnel for battery acid.
The only thing more 'unchristian' than my imagery, is oh I dunno.....abusing innocent children. Yeah. I hope he rots.
Stories like this unfortunately happen every day and it makes me just want to hug my kids tighter and never let go. It's terrifying being a mother, knowing what kind of bullies and hate are out there waiting for them. You want them to be prepared for it, but at the same time, you don't want them to lose that innocent air about them.
So on that note I will leave you with a quote that I have never known to be more true of being a mother.
'Having children is like letting your heart walk around outside of your body."
Auther Unknown
Uuuuuurggh....Zombie mom....
Seeing as how it's 10:58 pm on a week night, Zombie Mom has arrived. Welcome to our blog! You will get an opportunity to meet Fluffimama in the morning (after a near lethal dose of coffee). Just wanted to get it all set up and get that first post out of the way. So....here we are.
Zombie Mom out...
Urrgghhhhh....brains....
Zombie Mom out...
Urrgghhhhh....brains....
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