Correlation

I think it's partially blood sugar. If I get stressed and haven't eaten I'm more likely to fly off into a rage.

I did it again. I don't know if the why is all that important or not. Friday we celebrated Noah's birthday. I gave hi a movie, Cars2. Unfortunately my DVD player was broken and the one from upstairs needed different connectors to use with my TV.

Today I ran to Walmart to get some things including the connectors. But the movie is gone.

There was yelling. There was looking searching more yelling and taking apart furniture and more cleaning. Still no movie.

I have every right to be upset that the movie, a gift for my son, is gone. I do not have the right to say or yell the things I did.

In looking back at the day I noticed something. I was hungry. I tend not to eat regularly especially on weekends. Yesterday I finished painting and didn't eat much. This morning I was out of caffeine and went without anything.

I had intended to eat after Walmart instead the movie was missing and I got mad.

Bad Mommy

Yesterday was a great day. I made chicken nuggets and played with the kids. We watched TV had baths and bedtime. The kids played nice. Our dishwasher is broken so Isaiah and I did the dishes the old fashioned way. Together with hot water a d soap. It was nice.

Tonight was not a good night. I stayed at work until five. Some ladies have been doing aerobics and I decided to join. The session was interesting. I'm way flexible. I just have zero coordination. Also my abs suck.

Got home tired and a little zonked. Kids didn't want what I had planned on cooking. I let them have a fend for yourself night. They chose ramen. I had Isaiah fix it since the smell makes me want to puke. He fed Noah but Gideon said he didn't want to eat. I told him to eat something and Isaiah to fix it for him. Instead they just went upstairs to play video games.

Noah meanwhile was playing with me. Or trying to. He kept bring me crap. It was bugging me so I kept having Isaiah come take him upstairs.

I know he just wanted to spend time with me. He's smart and funny and beautiful and I'm so lousy with him. I hate myself for how bad a mom I am.

Then it was basically bedtime and I decided to feed myself. And gideon announced he wanted MY dinner. And the real facts came out. He hadn't eaten. His noodles were still in the pan. I came unglued.

I yelled at him and Isaiah. I threatened to hit them both. I used language I hated the sound of. I know I scared them. Gideon ate his noodles. Isaiah did a minor chore and took a shower and then watched some TV and wet to bed.

I hate myself. I hate how enraged I get. I hate how little it takes for me to explode. I hate what I know I'm doing to my children. I hate the way I feel serene a d normal after the storm. I hate how u feel like in standing outside myself watching me be a bad mom and really a horrible human being.

I hate that I want help but don't know how to ask for it. I don't want to be taking pills I don't think they work. I don't trust mental health. I'm afraid if I tell someone how I am I will lose my kids.

I'm afraid if I don't change I will ruin my kids. I can't control this so I push strangers away so I don't risk them seeing how I am.

I feel it building. Like a breath I can't fully draw. Like a tension in my back. Ad then I'm yelling. Screaming. Threatening.

I hate this so much. I don't know how to stop it.

And here's the thing that's worst. It's random. It's not logical. It was stinking noodles. He ate. Noah just wanted to sit on my lap and play.

One day I might have played with Noah and growled a little. Yesterday. Today I exploded and didn't want to be touched.

I hate this. The guilt now. They're in bed. I want to go and beg them to forgive me. To forget it. To not be damaged. I don't think I can look the in the eye.

Help me. Someone tell me how to fix this.

I'm Divorced Now

Took me long enough, didn't it?

It was actually not as traumatic as I was afraid. Since I was the person who filed, I had to take the stand. Since we did it without lawyers, the judge questioned me. The questions were pretty general. Did I remember when we were married? Was I sure I wouldn't decide we could be compatible later? Joint Custody of the kids with primary residential custody with me.

I didn't bother to ask for more child support since he doesn't pay me what he owes me now. A parenting plan implies that he intends to follow it, but he doesn't. As things are now he barely sees them and tried to get out of seeing them.

One more signiture and we are done. Yay!

I'm a single woman.

And I think I'm going to be that way for a very very very long time.

The guy I've been talking to is turning out to be a dud.

I'm not sure how much I put on here about him. But the gist is that Amanda introduced us through facebook. I've text messaged and facebook messaged the guy a lot. He's always found a reason not to TALK on the phone. He says things (via text) like he misses me, I'm beautiful, he can't wait to meet me.

I offered to come see him this weekend. I have been craving sushi and its always nice to eat with someone else, and if he was a dud at least the sushi would be worth the drive. He declined.

Says he wants to pay for our first date. On the one hand its really sweet, on the other, how sexist can you be? If I'm worth meeting, why put me off for another three weeks until he gets a paycheck?

And then the final (as far as I am concerned blow) his phone is shut off for nonpayment.

He just moved to the area in October. He hasn't been regularly visiting his child (letting the courts work out the details), which probably means he hasn't been sending support either.

I just got out of a relationship with a poor guy. that guy would let me pay. But it still sucked.

Is it shallow that I don't want another relationship with a poor man? I have enough money that I don't need to be treated all the time. But it seems like this dude just doesn't have much going for him. He needs to get his financial house in order.

And its weird that he says things like me misses me when we've never met or spoken. I am beginning to thing that there really are no good ones left. That only loosers will turn my way. I don't want a looser. I'd rather be single.

I don't want to be one of those bitter, man hating women. But then I look around and I wonder, what the hell happened? Half the species is just crap?

They have an app for that

A blogger app!

Anyway. Been a busy weekend. Kids went to asshat's. Up until Friday night I had planned to go to Kansas city. I was going to go to the Apple Store and play around with the computers. Then maybe treat myself to Sushi. But for some reason the idea of the road trip, which I had been looking forward to all week, suddenly seemed like a very bad idea. I decided to stay home instead.

I ended up pulling up the nasty, impossible to clean, permanently damp carpet in the bathroom. I let the floor boards finally dry and then applied a layer of mold killing primer. Then some inexpensive peel and stick tiles.

It looks better. I can shower without have to step on that nastiness. The job was so easy I may also covertly redo the laundry room and kitchen floors.

Probably shouldn't but I've decided that we are going to be here a good while. I might as well make the space mine instead of just existing in it.

Boys came home this afternoon. I love having them home. I also like getting a break. But after an hour they had dumped some seed starts I set up this weekend. The tray had 7 things planted. Salad greens, and kitchen herbs, now they are all mixed up because the peat pods all fell out of the tray.

I hope they still grow. I was looking forward to fresh chive and coriander, rosemary, dill, oragano and the lettuce mix. now it's gonna be mystery plants.

Pendulums

They swing one way, and then they swing another. Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Its a lot of moving, and never getting anywhere.

Why is parenting like this? And why are parents, especially mothers, held to ever increasing and increasing and increasing levels of perfection?

Years ago, in my gramma's time, women had to be supportive of their husbands, keep a tidy home, and keep the kids in line.

In my mother's time they were expected to do all those things, plus work.

Now, we have to keep a tidy home, make organic meals from scratch, be sexy and supportive of our men, raise polite, smart, athleticly and academically gifted children, run those children to after school and weekend activities, volunteer at school, read to the kids, and work full time jobs.

Many of us are trying to do this without a partner.


As a society, we've been sold, and accepted, and unreal image of what "normal" is. It is not normal to run yourself ragged in service of children and spouse. In a family, the idea is to achieve happiness and health. Not perfection.

Now comes the new thing, "attachement parenting", which seems to involve letting the infant dictate the household.

Baby wants to play at three in the morning. Fine, turn the lights up and let the baby play. Baby wants tiny meals every half hour, fine, let him "nibble", letting him get a little hungry and then eat a full meal cruel.

Baby wont sleep at night? Fine, let him sleep with you. Sit up rocking him all night. Its better not to stress the baby at all. Because stress is bad. It damages brains. And parents exist to serve the infant. Not raise the infant to be a confident adult. Not provide for the infant. Serve the infant's every whim.

I'm sorry, this is bullshit.

Yes, there are developmental issues. A newborn will not sleep all night. A newborn will want to eat every two to tree hours.

But it is NOT developmentally appropriate to do things like, never ever put the baby down. Like, let older infants and toddlers determine their sleeping and feeding schedules. Like insulate children from all sources of stress or frustration.

Facing frustration is how immature infants and children learn. They learn that they can want something, not get it, and survive. They learn that they can try something, fail, and be ok. They learn that THEY are capable. They learn that THEY can survive and learn independently.

This nonsense about stress, is just that nonsense. The stress the original article was talking about had to do with constant physical abuse and neglect, not having enough food, being in an home where there was always yelling and screaming and drug use and abuse.

This is not the same as the stress experienced when a child has to sit in a crib while the parent gets a shower or a moment's rest or a change of clothes because the one's she has on have been puked on one too many times.

Parenting is hard. Why do we make it harder than it has to be?

This is a trend in parenting that is a continuation of what's been happening for decades. I'm not saying all the changes in child rearing are bad. But as a whole, we've gone from a society that viewed children and things that needed to be molded into miniature adults as soon as possible, with little nurturing and possible beatings along the way to insure it happened quickly, to a society that doesn't want babies to cry.

I am not going to make a lot of predictions of doom and gloom. I think kids are resilient and that they will find a way to be functional adults. I am not going to berate anyone either. I think that most of the people hopping on this issue have the best of intentions.

But I do dislike the tone of the conversation. People are mean. They use the guise of caring about kids to let loose on any convenient target.

Worth keeping

Sex is more than just something pleasurable that two people share and waiting isn't (at least for me) about the guy. I am not attracted to many men, and I tend not to go out with men who don't attract or interest me.

I wait because I value my reputation. I value my body. You like to pretend that sex happens in a vacuum but it doesn't. People carry diseases. People use others. Birth control fails. Sex is biological and messy. Hormones women get as a direct result of heterosexual activity affect the woman's brain in such a way that she perceives attachment.

I do not want to become attached to someone who is not equally attached to me. I've had it happen and it hurts. I do not want herpes or HIV or any of dozens of germs that can maim or leave me unsafe for future partners and dependant on drug therapy to suppress outbreaks.

Knowing someone takes time. Stating boundaries takes maturity. Respecting the boundaries of someone you claim to care for takes honor. If the man I'm interested cant show patience, honor, and maturity he isn't worth risking disease, heart break, and pregnancy.

This is not a "victim" mentality. This is me valuing myself. I'd rather be alone than be with an impatient, immature, dishonorable man.

So far..

I may suck at this money hoarding thing. Today is payday. I made it from one pay period to anotger with 84 dollars in my checking account. I paid my babysitter, my phone bill, my car payment, and my rent. I took my kids to orcshelns intending only to buy warm boots. And also bought dog and cat food ( which I would have gotten anyway) and a 299 dog enclosure. I know it's not fully a waste because the dog tangles himself w
With his tie-out. I had planned to buy one with tax refund money. But I saw a nice one that comes with a waterproof roof on sale.

I am a sucker for the word "sale".

It's not super sleek or electronic. But it safer and more secure for my dog. I still have the utilities and groceries on my " have to" list. And more than enough to cover all of those. I just tend to either spend money stupidly or put off expenditures I shouldn't.

For now I'm calling show boots for tiny feet and a pen for a dog good spending.