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Confessions, January

What is it they say about confessions being good for the soul?  Getting stupid things off of your chest is so freeing, so once month, I take to this here blog and share some silly things that have been weighing not so heavily on my mind.

It’s only fair to me if you choose to share in the fun!

1) My nephew gives better hugs than my own son.

Yeah, I said it.

Jack hugs like he is doing you a favor.  Parker, my nephew will climb up your whole body, nestle in your arms, and put all his energy in to giving you your hug.

Knowing how competitive Jack is, I could totally use this against him by telling him that Parker gives better hugs, but I’d rather get a real hug from my kid, as opposed to a hug trying to outdo his cousin.

2) I’ve never seen a blonde person with dreadlocks that didn’t want make me want to buzz their head.

3) When I was in labor with Jack, I was at the hospital, and my water broke while I was sitting on the toilet.  My doula said it would be more comfortable to sit there during contractions, but I think she truly just knew I like things tidy.

Anyhoo, while I was sitting there, I went in to transition, and couldn’t freaking move.  The nurse, Troy, and my doula were all trying to get me up, but dang I was comfortable and couldn’t be convinced to move for all the money in the world.

FINALLY, I was able to get up and get to the bed, and Jack was born a very short time later.

After we were home, Troy felt the need to tell me how stubborn I had been when I hadn’t wanted to get up.  I tried explaining that I couldn’t move; I just couldn’t, but Troy didn’t seem to believe me.

Maybe six months later, we were sitting in the living room, and Troy jumped up and said he had to go to the bathroom – BADLY.  He took a few steps to the hallway, but then froze.  He said he had a tummy cramp and couldn’t move.  I yelled “get to the toilet” and he said “I CAN’T, you don’t understand”.  The cramp passed and he made it safely.

When he came back out, I said “who is stubborn now”?

I have a feeling he’ll keep his damned mouth shut about my behaviors during labor after our next child is born (whenever that may take place).

4) I saw a commercial today for one of those kids CDs where kids sing all the “current” songs.  I listened for about .58 seconds, before saying “any parent who buys that for this kid must hate themselves”.  Holy shit, that was pure awfulness.  No longer do we have to listen to 18 year old slutty teens trying to be women singing a song in a sexy baby voice.  No, NOW there are actual kids singing about adult topics in voices they think makes them sound grown up.

In 11th grade, I caught this ear infection on the first day of winter break.  I spent pretty much the whole break laying on the couch wanting to throw up from the pain.

I would welcome that feeling back if I had to listen to “Kids Beats Volumn xyz” for any length of time.

5) I hate the Olympics.

Yep, I am that person.

6) For 90% of the movie “Panic Room”, I thought Kristen Stewart was a boy.

Ok, I feel better.  How about you guys?

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22 comments on “Confessions, January”

  1. LOL Another great post. I feel better now 😉 lol

  2. Haha. My head’s been blank for a while. I guess my most recent inner confession is that while I love a good challenge of fixing someone’s computer and “teaching” them how to fix it, I hate that they have to be there slowing my progress. I am not an IT person, so I do a lot of random things hoping one will help, but being slowed down to explain what the heck did I just do (without me fully knowing) sucks. On the same computer-fixing topic, I really think over 85% of the problems would be fixed by googling the darn thing. Because that’s exactly what I will do to fix it.

    Ahem. Back to my Tuesday…

  3. I hate my house. I wish I had never bought it. I feel guilty for thinking that way, because I know there are a TON of people who would kill to own their own home. It was a foreclosure fixer upper, and I have run out of money to fix it before I ran out of things to fix. It needs a complete plumbing overhaul, and because of the electrical, I’m scared it’s going to catch fire every singe night while I’m sleeping.

  4. I HATE THE OLYMPICS TOO! I ALSO HATE WILMINGTON! Why can’t there just be a network for such things instead of interrupting my regular programming!

  5. I make everything a bigger issue than it needs to be, and then freeze up because it isn’t being done “Just Right”. For example, I am horrible about paying my bills. I put the mail in a box, basket or bag until they are overflowing. I pay late fees because I am lazy, not because I don’t have the money to pay them. (Sorry, Sarah. Please tell be you are breathing again and not passed out from a stroke!!) 🙂

    This is a monster I intend to slay….revamped my desk and set up a system that isn’t as complicated as I made it in years past.

  6. I wanna quit school. Right now. I hate the pressure of having to do well in my classes while taking care of the house and homeschooling the child. All of the dishes are currently dirty (and have been for about a week now), and the child is sick (for the first time in 2 years).
    I just want to run away to California and spend all day doing Gracie Jiu-Jitsu.

  7. When someone finds out I have twins then tells me, “OOOOH, I’ve always wanted twins!!!!” I want to kick them in the taco. Are you kidding me? Who the hell wants double the diapers, double the feedings, double the vehicle insurance, double the class rings, double the sports equipment, double the college tuition??? Because you can’t just tell one, “Oh, sorry, we paid for your brother’s, now you have to wait a year. Next time it will be his turn to wait.” Seriously?
    And the best part? Double the illness. Because when one gets something, the other one is going to get it. I currently have two boys home with MONO. Yes. Because they share everything except the damn Xbox. And if I have to mediate one more fight about said Xbox, I’m going to karate chop some bitches in throat. I don’t care if they do hurt.
    Not that I don’t love my boys more than anything else in the world, because I do. But I am tired, cranky, and ready to give them away right now.

    • I babysit twins. Awesome, amazingly well behaved, adorable twins.
      I applaud all parents of multiples. Mine were four years apart and I can’t imagine surviving double-everything-baby if they were twins!
      You have my respect. And I DO NOT wish I had twins!

    • My boys are now 13.5. And they’re huge. 6 foot 2 190 pounds, 6 foot 1, 220 pounds. And they’re cranky and tired and bored because of the mono. And I’m tired and cranky because I am worried about my babies even though they aren’t babies anymore and they’re bigger than I am. Because with mono it just has to run its course since it’s viral, so I feel like my hands are tied while my boys suffer. Until they fight over the Xbox. Then I want to choke them out. Plus I’ve had it with illness. In the last two months we’ve had a 1 week bout with strep (them), 8 days of the flu (me), and now 1.5 weeks of mono. I’m over this.

    • Oh Lord–had four kids under 7 down with chicken pox. That was so much fun! Will send you lots of sympathy for your sick twins, and don’t suffer in silence! A happy mother yells her head off until she gets some help!!

    • Oh! your babies are as tall as my husband! (Well, one is, he is 6’2″) And they will ALWAYS be your babies. My babies are 16-in-less-than-2-months and 20. And my 45 year old hubby is still his parents’ “baby” (he HATES that!)
      I understand how frustrated you are. It is tough when a kiss from Mommy and a Band-Aid doesn’t make everything better. Hang in there. Too bad they are not agreeing on a good co-op game. Hubby and I finished Left 4 Dead 2 and have moved on to Lego Marvel Superheroes. With the always popular (with us), Rock Band thrown in on occasion!
      They will be better soon and you will be complaining that it is too quiet around the house. 🙂 I hope that day is SOON for you.

    • Angie, I wanted twins. I think it was the Sweet Valley series influence.

      And then I had one kid who kicked my ass, and now I’m forever tipping my hat to parents of twins.

    • Sarah,
      My boys didn’t kick my ass until puberty. Once the “weenie hair” (their word, not mine) and “pit hair” started showing up, they went from awesome fun little boys to raging lunatics in a matter of months.
      Being a single mom, I’ve had to learn to speak to them in a language they understand. When they were young, the “Sweetie, will you do Mommy a favor? Please pick up your toys” worked great. Now?? My best friend laughs because I have actually said the words, “I am going to karate chop you in the nutsack if you don’t take out the trash NOW.” I just thank god every day they weren’t girls.

  8. I just LOVE reading your blog. It makes me feel so human. Thank you all!

  9. I hate the Olympics too. I don’t even watch TV and I can’t stand hearing about them!!!
    I admit I will be paying a teeny-weeny bit of attention (online) this year just to see what (if anything) is mentioned about my little cousin’s dear, dear friend, Sarah Burke. But mostly because she meant so much to my cousin, not because I care about skiing.

    I love your confession posts!

  10. My 11 year old brother gave a toast in our wedding in which he repeated these instructions to my husband, heard SO MANY times from my dad during wedding week: “Sit down, shut up, and do as you’re told”. Thankfully, my husband took him seriously…at least, while I was in labor.

  11. Today is not a good day to ask me for a rant. I am SO ready for one and it would all be about my daughter — my 34 year old daughter who seems to think that asking 13 and selfish is a good thing. This is not the child I raised — where is she — is she gone for good? No, not a good day at all!

  12. that was supposed to say “acting” not “asking”.

  13. confession: I have decided the definition of being an aunt is to be a good role model at the same times as enjoying occasionally being a bad influence. Fart jokes are funny and I don’t care if they dye their hair blue, but compassion is a learned skill and is taught best by example, IMO.

  14. Every week I tell myself all the things I’m going to accomplish on the weekend, then Saturday gets here & I get squat done. My son FINALLY invited me over for lunch, & of course I said yes, but I really want to stay home & do more nothing. I seem to reapply enjoy being a shut-in…