Posted by lovemedaily on July 27th, 2010
When I think of that phrase “After the Honeymoon,” I envision the end of a rainbow as though courtship through the end of the honeymoon is one big hump to get over. I guess there are two ways to look at that. All the color is in the rainbow, but there is supposedly a pot of gold at the end (which scientifically doesn’t exist because those damn things are circles…or so I think. Hmm…now I’m questioning. Anyone know for sure?)
I digress; After the Honeymoon is a fabulously silly take on new mommy hood and all the love and mess that’s involved. There are even great traveling tips like how to pack for a summer’s worth of trips without ever having to unpack in order to use things like matching baby clothes and the only razor you own.
Meg is a great bloggy friend, always supportive and a fun read. She was kind enough to host a guest post by yours truly here. It’s titled “Better than an Enema” which is not something I am too in need of as I spew shit out of my mouth all the time. Go, read my post, comment (please), and poke around a bit. You will not be disappointed.
Posted by lovemedaily on July 23rd, 2010
To all my friends from Bloggy Land, thank you so much for sticking with me through my move. I’ve transitioned from being a stay at home mom going to school to working 40-50 hours a week and going to school. I’m struggling to find a schedule for myself. I’m doing what I can to hold onto the belief that I can and will do everything. Please be patient with me while I go through this transition. It won’t be as bad as a pubescent teen. I promise.
Things around here went from silly to sad and are now at some in between place. It warms my heart and makes me tingle each time I see that someone has taken the time to leave a comment. I see you. I love that you were here. And I’m grateful for your time and thought.
Thanks.
For Everything.
Posted by lovemedaily on July 20th, 2010
This is the kind of thing I do at 5am during my free time. Life on the edge; that’s how I roll.
Before: Awesome picture of my daughter watching fireworks, but not an awesome picture of fireworks.
Before: Awesome picture of fireworks, but not an awesome picture of my daughter.
After! They couldn’t get it together on their own, so naturally, I forced them. Awesome picture of both my daughter and fireworks. Woot!
In retrospect, I should have placed her closer to the light reflecting onto the water or darkened her feet where she stands. There is an inconsistency between the light on the water and the light on her body. The only tools used for this masterpiece were the polygonal lasso, eraser, and also some magic I hold in my fingertips.
Posted by lovemedaily on July 16th, 2010
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Woot!
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Posted by lovemedaily on July 14th, 2010
To beat the inactivity of driving everywhere and sitting at a desk all day, I’ve been running in the morning. Although, the word ‘beat’ implies that I’m winning something and unless its weight gain, the two times I’ve gone jogging during the month we’ve lived here is hardly triumphant.
Regardless, I’ve finally completely weaned the baby. No more evening, night, or morning feedings. I can unabatedly drink coffee and wine until I’m bouncing off the walls or slurring-ly slow. It also means my nipples feel like they are about to explode and that I have porn star boobs, save for the bumps of milk ducts that are at full capacity.
During the shower after my morning of bouncing down the streets to Big Girls, You are Beautiful, which I sing with a bone of contention as I will never have curves in all the right places, I decided to take my sister’s advice and try to express that which was gifting me the only curves I have ever had (aside from those 9 month parasitic growths).
It is ironic that letting out the juice that’s causing backed up pain hurts more than just letting it back up. Hand expressing can be filed under sagas of womanhood with menstrual cycles and men. As I stood in the back of the stall, shooting milk toward the opposite end, I noticed I had some clogs in my spigot. The mounting pressure was exasperating the pain. I was watching grenades of milk grow under my skin like little gremlin eggs ready to break open and release their hatchlings. Stories of sucking out clogs and visions of pimple popping swirled in my head. I struggled with the idea of gifting the baby one last suckling. I do not feel like a breakfast of breast milk. The pimple popping method only worked to hurt myself more. I don’t even know if that’ll reach to my mouth!
The debate stopped there. The clogged milk ducts won. “Just express.” My sister makes everything seem so simple. In the end, I am hoping the problem resolves itself sans a final battle cry of a breast infection.
Did you ever have to suck clogs out of your breasts? What was your war strategy?
Posted by lovemedaily on July 12th, 2010
“Cry it Out” is the most horrific thing to ever be named. My sweet little muffin top is currently quieting down from a 10 minute screaming protest against a lone nap in his bed. He did nothing wrong to deserve to be put through such angst. Why then, am I doing it?! So I can take some time out to write a blog post?! I am a terrible mom.
Moving on;
I’ve dropped some complaints about the new job forcing me into withdraw by blocking all internet fun. However, I must admit that mobilizing my mouth to make real sounds to communicate with my coworkers is just as comforting as Methadone is for a heroine addict. I actually work in a healthy environment. No more yells that I have a disease because I don’t write my E’s the way my OCD boss prefers!
I also now work with my older sister; something that magnifies my feeling of living in a small town, and also serves as a sweet treat. I spoke before of my sister being nicer than I. It’s not a fact that’s hard to tell. The difference is in our faces. I have no idea where mine went wrong. Regardless, I always thought I knew what made her special, but working with her has given me a more intimate look at her ways of being. Quite unexpectedly, I find myself a surveyor in awe of her. She is the only adult I know who can, in a complete state of normalcy, yell “woo hoo!” in a place of business and still be taken seriously. She is kind, trustworthy, and self confident. There is absolutely no hint of duplicity in her personality.
I don’t know how to do that. People can tell I’m a little judge-y. Whatever, I’m quite alright with her being the nice one. If I mess up and say something unintentionally mean, it’s to be expected. It serves as a kind of safety net. I always thought it much too risky to walk ropes without something to catch me if I fall.
Posted by lovemedaily on June 30th, 2010
Posted by lovemedaily on June 28th, 2010
I have to give it to the hubs. He went from a family life catered to his work schedule to one catered to quite the opposite. No longer does he wake up and, like a princess walking through her fairy tale, the day smoothly falls around him, creating a flower scented path in its wake. Nope! Now its juggling cheerios and diapers while trying to keep his work dry of pee and juice. Is it bad that I want to “Woot!” ?
Upon coming home from work these past two weeks, I have acquired a few priceless gems from the mouth of my frazzled kid keeper.
Me- Honey, the baby feels warm. I think he has a temp.
Him- I think he’s depressed! He misses his mom!
Ok, just give me the Tylenol before my baby’s body cooks itself.
While the baby is following me around and whining;
Him- He does that all day! He just wants to be held. If I walk outside, he stops.
My poor child. What has he done to you?!
While taking something out of the baby’s mouth;
Him- The baby’s hungry. You know how I can tell? He starts eating anything, especially stuff off the floor.
Where’s my computer so I can start looking up daycare now!
As mentioned before, I still have live, fully functioning, sweet faced children who enable me to only become engulfed in fear when my husband talks. Luckily, I have eased into a relaxed, healthy work environment that helps to keep my nerves at bay during the day. Nevertheless, the search for a daycare is ongoing.
Posted by lovemedaily on June 25th, 2010
As though I don’t complain enough, Gigi at Kludy Mom has seduced me with the beans to intensify production of foul discharges from my inner being. Presented on one of her nice little plates, Friday Flip-Offs are a fun way to get the weekend bubbling. And the heavens know, I cannot resist a good bean.
For my first Flip-Off, I turn double fingers toward my new bosses who apparently have something against information technology. They have the internet locked, guarded, and protected better than the damn Sorcerer’s Stone! I can’t even try to charm a three headed dog to make an attempt at being beaten to hell by a chess piece. And to make matters worse, they fired someone my first week, citing reasons of checking email on her phone. And still, to make things absolutely frightening, there are rumors of cameras in the office. Lord knows I like being the star of my own show, but that’s the raging I’m Addicted to the Internet show, not this other weird intervention crap. Never liked druggies on TV. Flip Off.
The second goes to the chocolate basket at my new job. You make me fat. I don’t like you. Flip Off.
Finally, the last goes to my house guest who was using every single facility in my home that I turned to use last night and this morning. From the washing machine to my hair dryer, you were here one night. How are you able to exhaust all my resources in so little time?! And stop delving into my toothbrush reserves every time you come here. I cannot afford to supply you with a non dollar store tooth cleaner per every visit. Flip Off.
That is all.
Oh wait, one more! To my kids’ sweet little faces, damn you! My heart drops every time I think of you throughout the week while I’m away. I am so grateful for the stay at home time I’ve had. I love you! I love you! I lOoOve you! That’s all I wanted to say.
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Posted by lovemedaily on June 22nd, 2010
Per a recent post I have come to understand that I am in like company. I thank the powers of the internet for bringing together IP addresses of crazies across web! Woot!
I don’t have to inform you that there has been a serious drought of material around here. Every place on earth has a dry season and I am not exception. It will again rain of fertilizing manure here soon.
For now though, head over to the blogger’s concierge to hydrate your brain with all the bloggy info you can! Just like water, its good for your pores and will flush the system of any blockage.
