As a Mom, I would never in a million years prefer my children be with some other person other than their other parent if need be than me.
I can not for the life of me understand any mother who would ever want their child to be taken care of by another woman that is not their mother when the ability for their mother to care for them is there.
As a woman, I personally catch myself if I am about to judge a situation by it’s cover. I have learned that you cannot look at the outside of a situation and know 100% the story behind their way of life and paths they have crossed.
I can not allow myself to pre judge anyone or any other lifestyle choice without having first lived it myself and even then it’s not any human beings place to judge another.
As a human being, I cannot understand why people will fight over “parenting planning” when going into a co-parenting situation.
Kids are equally that of the Dad and the Mom, split it fairly if that works for you or do whatever seems best for your family and your children. You all may not be together anymore, but the kids do always matter first and foremost.
Last but not least, I just cannot understand a parent who would much rather have time without their child than with their child. Ever. Can you imagine how that child is going to feel towards said parent when they are old enough to look back and realize that parent wanted little if anything to do with them? Sad. Just sad.
I give up on trying to understand people and I am just going to call it how I see it and move on with my damn life. That is all one can do or else I would spend all day stupid slapping people on the forward to try to knock a tad bit of common sense back into their brains.
Oh gosh, my boyfriend has to deal with my silly meal creations – like for instance, I had this chicken breast that absolutely needed to be cooked up. There were no kids, so normally I would not even cook a huge meal but I had to because the chicken had to get used up. I decided to make my own version of what looks like chicken quesidillas (sp?).
I basically took chicken breast, tortillas, shredded cheese and sour cream to layer a creation in a baking pan. First I had to cook up the chicken but overall this was a great meal idea.
The dude loved it. I loved it. And we were filled right up with a quarter of a piece each along with the broccoli and pasta I cooked with it. A meal made for a king .. or well maybe a meal made for a daring person who is willing to taste test any of my sometimes questionable food creations…
My daughter is going through what most call the tween years. This is when their hormones are changing and it’s making me try to cycle up with her hormones. In a nutshell, having a daughter in her tween years means that Mother Nature plays this trick on the female who doesn’t have as strong of hormones, maybe it’s my old age so now my body says “look there’s hormones in the air. Let’s sync up” and I am an emotional wreck most days.
I was trying to figure out the other day why my emotions seem off kilter and then it dawned on me, I have two tween girls around. Not only my daughter but the boyfriends daughter and well that makes for me becoming quite the hormonal mess. I not only have to deal with my hormones trying to sync up with two tween girls, but I have to deal with my daughter’s mood flashes that even she hates having. Last night, after a mood flash for absolutely no reason, my daughter said “Mama I don’t know why I do that. I get in this funk for no reason. Then bam I am all set and happy as if that down moment never happened.” I simply replied “it’s called female hormones, welcome to the club” when my daughter promptly replied “I don’t want to be part of that club”.
I laughed. Neither do I sweet daughter. Neither do I.
So this morning when her hair wasn’t cooperating and I could just not get it perfectly right for her, I knew it was all my fault. I control the heavens and the Earth, if her hair has bumps that won’t go straight, if her hair won’t set just the way she wants, it’s all my fault – even if I didn’t touch her hair. That’s just how it goes when a child is trying to deal with the fun club of Female Hormones.
Thankfully I have a lot of patience, a close relationship with my daughter and love because without those and a fantastic sense of humor, most days I would be close to ending up in a looney bin.
It is Friday, right?!
Normally I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day but trying to “get into the spirit” this year. Usually I do try to get my kiddos something awesome, so today this is what I did to celebrate Valentine’s Day…
The little one and I went to buy one flower for each child, he choose his own since he was with me. The other two kids were in school, so I choose one pink carnation for the daughter and one red carnation for the son to be delivered to their schools by me.
After all of the flowers were settled, I decided to take my little man out to lunch. What the perfect little Valentine’s Day date he is. It was his choice, he chose cheese pizza at a local pizza place so he could play on the arcade games while the pizza cooked…
After our fun filled morning of Valentine’s Day bliss, I took the little one to school and returned home so I could get some work done in my office!