Venting Mommy

I swear if I get one more email that states Obama is a Muslim or that soy will give me cancer I AM GOING TO SCREAM.

checking inbox……

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two sisters but the same situation. The reality is both are abused by their husbands. One does not do anything becuase her whole life she has learned that being trapped and insecure is better than being alone. THE BIG UNKNOWN is too much and it is easier to be degraded, treated like help. And besides, how could she take care of herself and her children anyways? She is too dumb, too ugly; she could not do it. The other has been told from early on she is a slut and whore and she is worth nothing as well. She thinks because she yells and screams that she is somehow stronger and better. She yells at the other sister, behind her back, because she does not understand how she could be so weak. Shakes her head. Yet, she goes back to the abuse over and over and over. And now their children experience this and so it goes….. on and on and on.

IT IS FUCKING HOT.

that is all.

Did you know Rachel Ray is a terrorist or at least a radical sympathizer? Sweet bubbly Rachel Ray is a spokesperson for Dunkin’ Donuts. In a recent ad her stylist picked out a trendy scarf for her to wear.

Take a look at this picture:

Now take a look at this pic:

According to many outspoken twits, she was accused of wearing her scarf in similar appearance and style as a keffiyeh, a traditional headress for Arab men. Because of this similarity, several complaints were filed with Dunkin’ Donuts protesting the promotion of terrorism. Consequently, the ad was pulled.

WOW.

So, okay, does everyone who wears a keffiyeh then a terrorist? I thought it was a headcloth worn by Arab men. Are all Arab men terrorists or sympathizers to a terrorist regime? Huh…

And, on the flipside, why are stylists taking a traditional keffiyeh and making a fashion statement with this? Wouldn’t that be considered at least somewhat disrespectful? Huh…

Finally, why in the world would Dunkin’ Donut bow to such ignorance? How about instead of the corporation crawling into a ball and submitting to such idiocy, Dunkin Donuts could educate people in a simple statement? Huh…

Just this Mommy’s 2 cents…

What a week it has been. Back to work for me and back to school for my kid. His ears seem to be much better. Yay. I have the awesome opportunity to work at the same place my child goes to school. It does not pay very much but even out considering I am not paying for child care and I get to be with him all day. Needless to say, a long week and weekend is here! My hubby is going to be gone for the weekend camping with friends. I will miss him but glad he is going so he can chill with friends and honestly, he needs to. He is driving me crazy. He is not doing anything out of the ordinary, he is just being him :). I know he will be glad to get a break from me too and work, family responsibilities, etc.

We have had our house on the market for 6 months. Not even ONE LOUSY OFFER. I am disappointed that we have not sold our home. It will be off the market tomorrow. We could have used the equity to pay bills since I am not in love with this house. Note to self: Do not decide to buy a house on the day the fertility treatments did not work AGAIN. Thank goodness, however, we are not having to sell our home because foreclosure and/or bankruptcy is looming. Our budget is overextended but we have come to grips with that and are trimming the fat: cable, groceries, eating out, etc. On a happy side note I am so glad to not have any more nasty strangers clomping through the house leaving the toilet seat up. I swear!

Shopping garage sales and thrift stores are on the list this weekend in the hopes of finding decent deals for clothes and whatnot. I do love finding a great bargain. It is interesting to see how our family budget is following the U.S. market trends. Blecccch!

It is already getting stupidly hot (in the 80’s) and it is not even March. Gotta love living in the buttcrack of humanity.

My son has been sick for close to a month now. Starting with a cold it moved to a sinus infection and now two ear infections that will not get better. He has been to the ENT specialist only to be told we will need to wait a few more weeks to see if the fluid clears up on its own. Which, is better than getting tubes put in right away. The poor kid has been on 4 different antibiotics and 2 rounds of simultaneuos injections in the legs to try and curb these nasty ear infections. They (both the injections and infections) are quite painful and cause a lot of discomfort. Needless to say, he has been out of school since the last week of January and I have not been to work during this time as well.

I am so very grateful that I do not have a chronically ill child. I get a taste of what it must be like to have a child that is continually ill during the cold and flu season due to my son being a preemie and catching every little bug. I cannot imagine what these courageous parents must go through when a child has cancer or some debilitating disease. Shoot, I am wiped out by these boughts of colds and flus for a week or two. I am too tired to make dinner, yada yada yada. I applaud and give my utmost respect to any parent who deals with a sick child on an everyday basis.

I think why people have more than one child. I am sure there are several reasons like you are a caring person who would love to have children benefit from your love  yada yada yada. But one of them is when you have a toddler, parenting can be mundane and monotonous. Not only for the single child, but for the stay-at-home parent as well. So, why not have one more? Ease the boredom and give the child a sibling to entertain. Makes sense to me on some level I suppose. And then, after child #2, you figure Hey, what’s one more kid to the mix? After child #3, I think the household is at a level of insanity, movement, and chaos that can only benefit by adding another kid and maybe a dog, cat, and pet goldfish.

A huge part of me would love to have a huge family. Due to nature playing a bigger role in my desire to have more kidlets (fertility or lack thereof), we will stay a 3 person household and my child will be labeled “only child”. I regret that, I really do. But, part of me is looking forward to working outside the home sooner rather than later. I am not sure if I could have more kids if I would feel that way. Interesting how life circumstances changes your perspective.

My husband cannot read my mind nor receive translations. He should dammit. When I say, “I wonder if the Chinese restaurant’s egg rolls are vegetarian?” he should automatically decipher it as “Will you please ask if the egg rolls are vegetarian and if so, order me some?”

And I wonder why he drove out of here in his car to go pick up the food at warp speed with tires squealing? I’m sorry hon. Oh, the chaos I create.

Love extravagantly. I just read that phrase today and I thought to myself it is very fitting and has perfect timing for great advice that I need. I was finishing up our so-called budget, grumbling and griping because we always seem to have more bills than money. Really, being American and living beyond our means is so overrated. Complaining to myself because, among other things, my hubby wants my attention too. Not that him wanting me should make me pissy, but well it kind of did. I feel like I am being tugged and pushed from all sides. Could it be that my 4-year-old climbing all over me and simultaneously begging me to play with him while pulling my hair is adding to the heightened sense of bitchiness? Hmmm…

Love extravagantly. I just happened to read this little phrase in the back of a magazine and it helped. Helped me to take a deep breath and realize I can do this simple act and its rewards are tenfold. Selfish and corny? Maybe. But showing love and being loved are priceless and rewarding. More than money, vacations, and even solitary confinement :).

Dear construction guys in the white truck:

Go to hell. Thank you so much for throwing your Big Gulp at me this morning as I was running. Apparently, you are jackasses who needed a little excitement in your day on your way to work. Well, I am sure you succeeded and enjoyed me screaming colorful metaphors at you when you tossed your full cup of soda at me. THANK YOU.