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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Confessional

For the confessional, all the ways Abby was a shitty mom yesterday:

My daughter's daycare said she needed diapers. I remembered to throw them in the car, but they did not make it from my car to her room. When I picked her up, she was wearing a random diaper that was the wrong size (she is a size 4 despite being almost 3. All the kids in her class that still wear diapers are size 5. So I have the double punch of her not being potty trained at almost 3 and being underweight).

I had to work late last night. She was at daycare from 6:30 am to 5:45 pm. So much for 8-year-old me swearing up and down to my mother that I would never let my kids stay in daycare all day like I was stuck doing.

I used ice cream to bribe her into eating more of her eggs and cauliflower (scrambled eggs and those microwave bagged steamed veggies being the extent of my culinary skills). Then I dropped the amount she had to eat to get her ice cream. Yes, I negotiated with a 2-year-old. And she got the better of the exchange.

When I gave her a drumstick (the ice cream kind) she complained about the nuts. I picked them off by hand, forgetting to wash my hands first after putting dirty dishes away first.

I left her up in the living room to watch Dora while I cleaned the kitchen.

When her dad came home at 7 from work, I left her and locked myself in my room to do some work I brought home.

I'm off the pill and we are actively trying for another. After a day like yesterday I really wonder what kind of even shittier mom I would be with two kids.

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
 
 
ILBAB says: First off, girl, did you really email me from a Hotmail address? I thought those things had went the way of the dinosaurs.

Second off, that sounds like a winning parenting day to me. I ALWAYS forget the damn diapers at daycare. ALWAYS. And it isn't like you left her chained to a radiator all day. PLUS you got her to eat protein, vegetables AND dairy. Then you got the house cleaned, helped her brush up on her Spanish and gave her some daddy-daughter bonding time. I suggest you have at least five more for the betterment of society. You rock this parenting thing. Keep up the good work, mama.


The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.   

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Monday, June 23, 2014

Because nothing is cuter than a pooping baby

Happy Monday, Boozehounds. Enjoy this clip of my friend's baby dropping a deuce. Pooping babies make me giggle.


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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Tips for New Fathers


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Saturday, June 7, 2014

Frozen meets What Does the Fox Say

We found this video and then my daughter's head exploded. You're welcome. And I am sorry.



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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

What I am getting my husband for Father's Day

If you haven't figured it out by now from reading my nonsense, I am just going to spell it out for you: my whole family is a bit...off. I am about to provide further evidence of that by what I am getting ADD Daddy for Father's Day.

 First off is the customized card:

Don't be trying to steal my man, ladies...
Get it? Mother fucker...

Wow, this photo really deserves a post of its own to tell it's story, but for now, let's just say that this picture of my husband has provided hours of entertainment for our friends. To me, it just proves how awesome my husband is for letting me use it on our 'merica party 4th of July party invitation.


woof.

This shirt is a nod to my husband's love for, and similarity in character to, Charlie from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Best. Show. Ever.


Dude. This.

I bought this flask as a tribute to the reason's my husband would need a flask in the first place: his amazing and adorable children who drive him to drink. How freaking awesome is this?


Okayest. Ha.

And last but not least, this coffee cup is a tip of the hat to one of my husband's favorite photographers-turned-authors, Dave Engledow.

For these and more awesome Father's Day gift ideas, check out Zazzle. They are a great go-to for gifts for any occasion. Honest.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Labor and Delivery Advice


Labor can be an awesome experience, an awful experience or a little bit of both. After birthin’ two babies, I have learned a thing or two about how to make it go a little smoother. Hope it helps some of you out there. enjoy.

Drink Red Raspberry Leaf Tea
During my third trimester, I drank red raspberry leaf tea every day. It is supposed to tighten your uterus up so it is strong like bull when it comes to poppin’ that watermelon out of your lady bits. If you have read my son’s birth story, you may want to punch me, but you will for sure know that I must have done something right for how smoothly it all went. Whether it was the tea or just my child birthin’ hips, it is worth a shot. FYI, it has to be red raspberry LEAF, not just red raspberry flavor.

Work It
Another thing I did to help with my labor before I even started thinking about episiotomies and c-sections was exercise. I hit the gym a few times a week to keep my body in decent shape. I did light cardio, but I also did some strength work. I think my body being strong had a huge affect on my birth experience. I did squats, arm weights and pushups off raised bars right up until I delivered—man did I make the dudes in the weight room REALLY uncomfortable. Everything I did was pretty easy stuff, but it is damn effective at keeping you in shape when you add in an extra 20 pounds of baby and burritos to each rep.

Don’t Sweat the Small (literal) Shit
When I was pregnant with my first, a very wise friend gave me a great piece of advice, “Don’t study up on the birth, study up on the baby. The birth will be over in a matter of hours, but the baby will be here for a lifetime.” After two kids, I wholeheartedly agree with this statement. Birth plans are kind of bullshit and can set you up for failure. Don’t read up on and analyze every single step of the birthing process. Chances are you will deliver in a hospital, where a whole floor full of trained specialists will walk you through everything while nature does what it is going to do no matter how you plan it. And don’t worry about shitting on the table. If you are that concerned about people seeing you poo, do what I did and keep the hubs above shoulder level. All the people below that have seen more hooha than Ron Jeremy. What’s a little turd between friends, anyway?

Go With the Flow
When you get to the hospital, just do what the nice people ask you to do until you get checked in and then kind of do the same throughout the process. Resist the urge to micromanage, especially your nurses. They are saints that deal with crazy ass pregnant ladies all day. God bless them! Overall, just trust the experts but feel free to let them know if you have a concern or questions. And most of all, BREATE. Hyperventilating when you are having contractions is not fun.

Take Drugs
The first most important rule of labor is: TAKE DRUGS. The second most important rule of labor is: TAKE DRUGS. Not only should you take the drugs, but you should take them the second they are offered to you. God put someone on this planet smart enough to invent the epidural. Say a quick thank you to the big man above for being so generous and order yourself one up. There is no reason to go through any pain. I didn’t and the most painful part of my entire birthing experience was getting the IV. Thank you, Jesus. Oh, and for all of you strong women out there that give birth without drugs, here is a small round of applause for you. Hippies. (Just kidding. Go, Ricki! Go, Ricki!)

Drugs are good.

Bring Distractions
Labor can be a long process and there is only so much entertainment your smartphone can provide. Bring movies, books and other things that you like to do when you are in horrible pain and unable to walk or move your legs. Or just when you are bored. Whatever.

Meditate
For my second birthing experience, I did a little research on hypnobirthing. I know, I know, I know, but hear me out. I didn’t take a class or read a book or anything, I just perused the internet to see what it was all about and learned a few things. It is kind of awesome. Basically, while you are in labor and waiting for the baby to make its a debut, just close your eyes, breathe, think peaceful thoughts, keep saying to yourself that you are doing an amazing job, that your body was meant to do this, feel your body opening up and the baby moving down. (Make sure to tell your partner to shut the fuck up before you do this so you don’t stab him with your IV for asking you if you care if her grabs a bite to eat since you are just “sitting there”.) I swear to god, this worked for me. My nurse came in and checked me and I was at 6 cm. Then I decided to try hypnobirthing. I kind of “blacked out” for a while and when I “woke up” I felt like I had to poop, got checked, was at 10 cm and the rest is history. I swear. Hand to Wine.

Make friends with your nurses
If taking drugs is rule number 1 and 2, all the rest of the rules are “be nice to your fucking nurses”. Seriously, if you walk in and are a bitch to your nurse right away, I can pretty much guarantee you will have a bad birth experience. Those ladies and gentlemen are there to help you, not be your servant and take your shit because you are in pain. Say “please” and “thank you” to them and after you are done birthing, give them a gift to thank them for all that they have done for you. Preferably chocolate. Or wine. Or both. Also, be prepared to have more than one nurse as you will possibly be laboring through a shift change. This sucks balls once you get attached to a nurse, but it is just the way it works. Be nice to the second nurse too. Even if they aren’t as awesome as nurse #1.

The After(birth)math

SLEEP alone
Now that you have birthed a tiny little human that you never want to be apart from, hand that pink pile of perfection off to the nurses for the night and get some shuteye. Seriously, don’t have the baby sleep in your room while you are in the hospital. Whether you had a great labor or a terrible one, you are exhausted and now is the last time you will have uninterrupted sleep for the rest of your life. Take advantage of it so you are the best and most alert mommy you can be when you head home. Leaving the hospital already strung out from lack of sleep is going to make the journey home and the settling into your new life HARD.

Take More Drugs
Be sure to take drugs after your delivery, too. They prescribe them to you for a reason. Your “area” will have received a beating 18x as bad as a pack of midgets could deliver with their tiny fists. You are not going to get hooked on aspirin and leave your baby crying in its crib while you get your next hit of Aleve. Take what the Dr prescribes you as directed. Once you feel pain, it is too late and you will be a crabby mommy and have a crabby baby.

Shit (sometimes doesn't) Happen(s)
Since you have now taken drugs and are a comfortable and happy mommy, one more note: take some stool softeners. Both while in, and after you are out, of the hospital. Believe me, after delivering your baby, pooping will become the scariest idea in the world to you. Painkillers tend to slow down the poop pipes. The last thing you want to be worried about when you are already in enough pain in the nether regions is a painful #2. If you take the stool softeners everything will go a little more…um…smoothly.

Oh! And take the hospital snot sucker home. These work 100x better than the ones at the store and when you need one at 2 a.m., you don’t want one that sucks (well, that doesn’t suck).

That’s all the wisdom I have to lay on your for now, ladies. Good luck and Godspeed!

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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Dear new mom,


Dear new mom,

I know you are having a hard time right now. I promise things will get easier soon.

Life is different now, but it won't always be this hard.

Your life has changed so vastly in such a short time that you sometimes wish that you had never gotten yourself into this situation. But I promise that it will get better. Very soon.

Though it currently feels like this will be your life for the rest of your life, it won't. You will start to get little glimmers of your old self back, little by little. One day soon you will have a sense of self again. And some self-esteem to boot.

I promise that the sleepless nights won't last forever. One day you will sleep through the night and wake up and run to your baby’s crib to make sure they are still alive because they slept all night.

Know that you are not the only one who looks at their baby and resents them sometimes.It is normal to not like your baby sometimes. You still love them, and that is all that matters.

Know that it is okay that you are sometimes annoyed by your baby’s constant needs. It is annoying. But necessary.

Fuck the perfect Pinterest mommies who seem to have it all together. They don't. They cry themselves to sleep every once in a while just like you do.

Also, those people who keep telling you to enjoy every minute of this precious time? They are assholes. Don't sweat the days where you feel like you didn't do enough with your baby or that you didn't create life altering Disney-esque memories. There will be plenty of time for that in the future. Right now just try to get through the day without nut-punching your partner. I know that that is a task within itself.

Right now there is a good chance that you resemble a sea hag who is covered in spit up. Don't worry, you will be pretty again. You may not ever get back to the former self you remember, but you will be better. You will be stronger on the inside and that is what makes you beautiful. What's a few extra pounds or a stretch mark here or there when you have given and sustained life?

If you are now a stay-at-home mom who feels like she will never have a life outside of her kids again, let that go. Once you get your feet back on the ground, you will make new friends and rekindle friendships with old ones. You just have to accept that the friendships may take on a new form.

And if you are back to work and wondering why you even bothered having kids when you barely get to see them anyway, don’t worry, that feeling will go away. I know you feel like both a crap employee and a crap mom right now, but you are neither.

No matter what kind of mom you are, just be patient and kind to yourself until the tides turn. Trust me, they will. Eventually.

Being a mom will always be hard, but it will get easier. I promise. Little by little, day by day.

And remember, no one is as harsh of a critic about how you are as a mom as your are on yourself.

You are doing a great job.

Just hang in there, mama. You got this.


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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

News flash: I am weird.

For those of you that have been around here for a while, the fact that I am a bit strange will come as no surprise to you. I share too much, make an ass of myself too often and have absolutely no sense of shame. So when the lovely folks at Zazzle offered me a chance to try out a few of their goods, I actually felt a bit sorry for them. Because they had absolutely no idea what they were getting themselves into.

They probably didn’t think that I would order up things like this:

http://www.zazzle.com/polyester_throw_pillow_16_x_16-189271445174968378
Because who doesn’t need a pillow that displays Fatty’s bitchy resting face?
Or this:

http://www.zazzle.com/grammar_geek_theyre_there_their_coffee_mugs-168759867777268535
This was actually so cool my husband stole it. Bastard.
And a few of these...

Most people probably don't print pictures of their kids crying...

Or, god forbid, these:

Come on, these are AWESOME!

My overall thought on their new offerings? Amazeballs. Seriously. I used them years ago to make a shirt for my husband that said, “I don’t have ADD… Oh look! A Penny!”. I hadn’t been back since but once I did check them out again, I was amazed by all of the cool crap they have now. They are like an Etsy store for artists that offers personalization.

AND, they were cool enough to offer a 15% off code to my readers: BEERANDBABIE (expires May 15). Use it to get yo momma something special for Mother's Day. Enjoy, Boozehounds!

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This post was sponsored by Zazzle but you Boozehounds know I would NEVAH EVAH subject you to anything I didn't think was amazeballs on my own. For realzies.
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