It’s A New Year… right?

So… Christmas this year was spent with me, the mom, puking for 5 days straight RIGHT in time for the holidays. Of course I sucked it up and went to all of the dinners, had the big Christmas Day breakfast at my house, even went to secondary Christmas… all while trying not to die. By the 4th day I could keep down applesauce and water, right before New Years I shared it with my hubby. New Years was spent not drinking and just simply trying to stay up late enough to do the countdown with kiddo and then shipping everyone off to bed.

I wanted a do over as I felt kinda robbed of my holidays that I had so looked forward to.

Those stupid fingerlings have been played with for about 10 minutes and it was while I was dying on the couch 4th day in and my son took pity on me and popped one on his finger.

We’re 21 days in and I’ve worked out 19 of those days (gotta have rest days.) I workout harder on the weekends when hubby is home to really push me, I don’t honestly understand why since I then spend the rest of my weekend in pain.

So mama’s this is a cheers to a new year, a new you if you please, the same you if you desire, whatever you that you want to be for the moment. Just be you.

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Christmas Time For Mom’s.

Merry-ChristmasOf course it’s the most wonderful time in the year… and we’ve all seen the trailers for bad mom’s. We know it. We go through it. The insomnia and anxiety that Christmas brings in brightly wrapped presents and stocking stuffers.

I sit and think “omg we didn’t do enough “Christmas stuff” leading up to Christmas!” We didn’t go to the downtown light up because kiddo was sick… we missed skating with Santa due to some family craziness that had mom out of the house and busy for 10 hours that day (and dad ended up being super busy as well.) We didn’t go to a single craft fair. We only did like 3 things and for some reason that puts a weight on my shoulders because there’s supposed to be some magical build of events!

I overspent like an idiot this year. Why? Because I can’t even care if my kid is “interested” in the “hot” toys this year… like a maniac I went out and bought them anyways because if my kid doesn’t have them he might not be popular. Of course my child wants things that exist only in CHINA so I ordered them months ago and pretty much sat in anticipation biting my nails and praying to the UPS gods that they’d get here. Of course there’s the advent calendar that also has some gifts in it as well (because we can’t just NOT get anything the entire month of December.) There’s also a gift from the damn elf on the shelf (who has moved every night and cannot be doing the same thing that the elf in the classroom is doing so I have to wrack my brain figuring out two friggan elves.)

We’re also hosting Christmas morning for my family because Christmas seems to be a week long thing… Day before Christmas is for friends to come over and visit open house style, Christmas Eve is dinner and gifts at my parents, Christmas Day is breakfast and more gifts here, then Christmas Day Eve is back up to my parents, Boxing day is for hubby’s sister and what not to come over, and THEN we have my uncle, aunt and cousin and her kids and hubby coming over for an appie dinner and gifts. #@%* !

So my house needs to look like the Taj Mahal… I also need to make sure that I look half presentable (or fake it.) Along with making sure my husband and child don’t look like they’re homeless in sweats and torn t-shirts.

Why the hell do I do this to myself? I’m pretty sure it’s a right of passage to being a mom… to make the holidays some magical event and hope to whatever diety is up there when your kid finally discovers that Santa isn’t real that they can sit back and be like “wow that was mom who did all that… she rocks!” Instead of screaming that they hate you and will never trust another word out of your mouth ever again. Luckily the magic is still alive here for another year.

So to all of you wonderful mom’s out there who are wracking their brains out, crying in the bathroom, staying up late wrapping, and trying to make sure everyone else has a good time. Merry Christmas ❤


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What Books Don’t Teach You About Little Boys (Penis Edition)

So… what baby books or even other parents don’t really teach you about little boys, in no order (or that they have directly happened to me so I can keep some innocence here.)


  • It begins before they’re born. Getting a 3d utlrasound? Don’t be surprised to see that little baby inside of you already grabbing onto it for dear life. Nope that’s not an extra leg… it’s indeed a penis.


  • Be reflex ready when diaper changing. The second cold air hits their penis for whatever reason they piss and the stream goes upwards and towards you… trying to make it go elsewhere will just end up with more urine soaked everything.


  • As they learn to pee they will spot challenges and try to mark their territory through these challenges. A whole in the baby gate is just another hole to pee into/through.


  • With that said they will stick their penis in EVERYTHING! In the bathtub shark, in the dinosaurs mouth, in any object that will wrap around their little dingy.


  • They will suck at cleaning it and you will have to tell/show them how to do it properly (hubby got this one) but if it’s not done properly it’ll hurt. You will become an annoying hovering parent making sure your son washes his prick properly.


  • The second they realize it feels good to touch they NEVER let it go.


  • There’s a good possibility that they’ll announce in public that their penis has come out of their underwear. At this point with people staring their hands will shoot down their pants to fix their problem.


  • They’ll most likely make the verbal distinction one day that they saw their father’s and that it was much bigger than their own. That or they’ll announce that daddy has a tail.


  • They’ll also verbally confirm that animals have penises too and will happily point them out to you.


  • They’ll also inform you (the mother) that you in fact do NOT have a penis. At this point do not tell them that you have daddy’s locked up in a box because that’s what happens when you get married < because I would never say this… only sarcastically think it.
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Never leave THIS in a hot car

giant-gummy-snake-128029So we’ve all seen the Facebook video of the child being left in the hot car. It maddens you to the point of having to remind yourself it’s merely a propo video before you become an over emotional wreck at the female actor who’s merely making said video to get parents to remember not leave their kid in a car on a hot day… or ever really.

Well… where I live summer pretty much equals scorching heats where your car gets up to damn near 130 c sitting in the sun for 20 minutes. I throw a window visor on my windshield NOT to keep the car “cooler” per say but to keep the steering wheel from blistering my hands.

Obviously nothing is staying in the car for long periods of time.

SSSSSooooo…. today hubby and I went to the bulk barn and as a treat we got our kiddo a gummy snake. Think of a gummy worm except this sucker was nearly a foot long. He sat quietly in the back eating it until we arrived at our next destination to grab groceries. We told him we would be quick (which was a huge lie because apparently everyone and their dog is out shopping today) and told him to leave it in the car.

It’s simply amazing how much a half inch by eight inch piece of melted goopy ass candy can seriously screw up your routine/day/life.

I didn’t even fathom this thing would  melt… upon trying to grab the melted blob off my son’s juice box (which had saved the thing from destroying the car seat) it pretty much exploded in my hand into a disastrous gooey glop of stickiness that has ever to be imagined. I stood there stunned staring at my hand and of course my son whined that I had destroyed his treat. Napkins, water, even trying to lick and eat the blob of melted gelatin crap off my hand wasn’t working (at this point my son is telling me it’s unfair that I’m eating it in which I really want to simply gag at the texture this thing is producing in my mouth.) Having enough I scraped enough of the blob off my hand but it was still so sticky that I couldn’t bring myself to touch my steering wheel.

Hubby drove the car home as I sat in the passenger seat trying desperately to free my hand from the sticky sugar particles that had merged themselves into my skin and become one with me. We couldn’t continue our shopping and came home so I could soak and soap my hand to free itself from what felt like tacky glue gone wrong.

So parents… that it from me… you know those fruit snacks? Any snack that isn’t just a piece of fruit and has sugary crap inside of it? Don’t leave it in the car when it gets hot or it’ll become a sugary mess of sticky molten lava bent on mass destruction and annoyance.

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School’s Back In Season!

School is coming back into session and parents are thrilled! I know I am for one because even though I worked all summer long I did so with my son at my side and sending him back to school seems like a mini vacation for myself. Of course summer camp is always super fun for all kids involved but when your the boss’ kid I’m sure it gets tiring for the child, just as it does for the parent who is the boss running the camp.

Dynamics when it’s your own child are always different, you know when he’s actually hurt and can call him out when he’s just making a scene (oh we had a few of those this summer… we can have major crashes and then he gets bumped slightly and we’re suddenly in need to amputate.) I also expect him to know better and be the child who always listens (heads up… doesn’t always happen.) I can also tell my staff whom I’m pretty buddy buddy with in sarcasm that if he’s not listening at the pool to smack him with a pool noodle.

Unfortunately it seems that with having your child with you all the time at work allows little time for you to get away from your child and just have some time to yourself. We’d be up at 6:45 am together, at camp by 7:30 and then working till sometimes 3 or longer makes for a long day. Then we went home together to relax, eat dinner, have down time and be up to do it all again the next morning.

With school I have my own administrative time away from him and only get him from 2:30-5:30 when I go home. I rejoice at the thought of having my morning routine back where I can drop him off at school, come home and get in a workout before I start work where as this summer it simply didn’t happen.

He’ll be back with his friends which he didn’t get to spend much time with this summer (a few went to camp but not all of them, most of them were on vacation.) He’ll also get the learning aspect which no matter how hard I tried to incorporate over the summer I failed horribly because at the end of the day I was done with him and gave the reins over to my husband.

I think all in all most parents celebrate life going back to normal, to there being a schedule for everyone involved. So many others ask “don’t you miss him?” And I must honestly state… no. I can get along for part of the day without my child being tied to my hip and know that he’s just fine and (GASP) not missing me a damn bit.


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Some Kids Suck

sad.jpgWe all want to protect our children from the evil of the world, we want to keep them hidden in the clutches of our hearts where they never have to deal with bullies or the reality of that bad things can happen to good people. It’s not always possible… you’ll NEVER be able to do that. No matter how hard you try your child will learn that there are kids and people in the world that just plain suck.

My kiddo brought all his Beyblades to summer camp, I didn’t think that it was an issue, it was my classroom which I deemed to be a safe territory. He had brought ALL his Beyblades so that the other kids could play with them and nobody would be left out. Bless his little caring heart as he wants everyone to have a chance. While driving home last night he declared “oh no I left my bag of Beyblades in my cubby!” To which I simply shook my head and replied “they’ll be there in the morning.” Apparently I lied.

Upon entering the classroom he ran to his cubby and discovered the large ziplock freezer bag was not in his bin. We scoured the room and couldn’t find it. I spoke with the kids and said that if anyone had it that they could at some point leave it somewhere in the classroom, on my desk, or in one of my child’s bins and that they wouldn’t be in trouble. When the children went outside the janitor and myself did a backpack check and came up with nothing. My heart broke as we were now out around 10 Beyblades with all their accessories and pull cords.

I sent out an email to parents about the situation but said due to the event that I was going to ban Beyblades and Fidget Spinners from camp as they are the hot new toys at the moment and that I didn’t want this happening again. I also reminded them that due to having different children in the program that this sort of thing can happen and that unfortunately there’s not much that we can do about it.

My son didn’t understand, “they’re all my friends” he told me… I said sometimes these things happen… what I really wanted to say is that sometimes people act like our friends but aren’t really. The Beyblades can be replaced and will be replaced, the ban will continue through the summer. I told my son he’s lucky in a way… we can buy him new Beyblades, not all of them right away but that he’ll get a new collection. There are a lot of parents out there who can’t afford that luxury which is also why I banned them, how horrible would it be for kids to lose their favorite toy and not be able to replace it?

It’s horrible to say and think… but some kids (and some people) just plain suck.

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School’s Out For Summer

Tomorrow is the last day, with that I have gotten the final reports only to raise my eyebrow how my child went from doing fine to not so fine. I need to remind myself about my own issues as a child and how much I hated reading at a young age, I understand fully that my son doesn’t enjoy it, he’s told me as much. I didn’t start reading until grade 6 when I found the author R.L Stine and started from there.

Sometimes as a parent we want to get upset that our child isn’t achieving high grades, that they’re not an academic genius, or that you simply think they should be doing better than they are. We tend to forget that our kids are little humans, that they have stress, that they have likes and dislikes, strong suits and weak ones.

They are just like us, their worlds are different but they struggle just as we do. This summer I’ll be buying some flashcards, purchasing some books, and will try to encourage my son with his reading. I promise myself and him that I will not get frustrated, that I will not bring him down in any way and that it’ll be a positive experience one step at a time.

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