I'm considering trying out some Young Living Thieves Oil to help with colds around our house. What have I turned into? I'm cautiously optimistic and fearing I'm going to waste away $40 for nothing. Haven't pulled the trigger yet.
I use baby talk when I talk to DD, which appears to be flameful from the other thread. In my defense, DD is actually a baby. I do not baby talk to toddlers.
I am butting heads with Early Intervention teacher over DD1. Using their charts, she is now exactly on track but the teacher wants her tested for special Ed preschool. I Asked her point blank what areas she needed help in and she couldn't answer. I Asked some other local moms and they had the same issues.
I use baby talk when I talk to DD, which appears to be flameful from the other thread. In my defense, DD is actually a baby. I do not baby talk to toddlers.
Yep, another guilty baby talker here. Whatever, he's my baby, we'll coo at each other if we want to!
Post by narockshard on Jan 26, 2015 10:54:17 GMT -5
I adore my in-laws and I always feel sad when people don't get along with theirs...granted, they are amazing and I have no reason to dislike them, but I try to think about how upset I'd be if my kids' spouses hated me so I try to not even harbor those kinds of feelings in general. Lame, I know.
I'm considering trying out some Young Living Thieves Oil to help with colds around our house. Â What have I turned into? I'm cautiously optimistic and fearing I'm going to waste away $40 for nothing. Haven't pulled the trigger yet.
I fell and hit every branch of this tree on the way down. Hey, at least my house smells like a fancy spa...
I took DD out to the grocery store on Saturday for no other reason than I wanted to show her off. She looked too stinkin cute to sit around the house all day. Everyone in the grocery store fawned over her and I ate it right up.
I'm considering trying out some Young Living Thieves Oil to help with colds around our house. What have I turned into? I'm cautiously optimistic and fearing I'm going to waste away $40 for nothing. Haven't pulled the trigger yet.
I fell and hit every branch of this tree on the way down. Hey, at least my house smells like a fancy spa...
The shop I work at diffuses Thieves and N (he comes with me) and I have been surprisingly healthy this winter considering our proximity to a bunch of grimy and potentially sick kids. No flames from me for trying. I still haven't gotten on board myself though.
I adore my in-laws and I always feel sad when people don't get along with theirs...granted, they are amazing and I have no reason to dislike them, but I try to think about how upset I'd be if my kids' spouses hated me so I try to not even harbor those kinds of feelings in general. Lame, I know.
This is why I continue a relationship with them, even if they are assholes. I can't help but dislike people who are careless, and thoughtless in regards to my child's well being and have been rude to me multiple times, however for the sake of " family" and all that jazz I maintain a certain relationship with them. H and I don't have much family ( we are both only children) so it is important for me that we see the family we do have. Even if they are jerkfaces.
I took DD out to the grocery store on Saturday for no other reason than I wanted to show her off. She looked too stinkin cute to sit around the house all day. Everyone in the grocery store fawned over her and I ate it right up.
This is like the BEST part of having a baby. Don't ever feel guilty about it. It makes up for all the 3am wakeup calls and shitsplosions.
I fell and hit every branch of this tree on the way down. Hey, at least my house smells like a fancy spa...
The shop I work at diffuses Thieves and N (he comes with me) and I have been surprisingly healthy this winter considering our proximity to a bunch of grimy and potentially sick kids. No flames from me for trying. I still haven't gotten on board myself though.
It started in a desperate attempt to get more sleep (toddler terrorist). Then I just kept buying. And buying. And buying. But don't worry, I still vaccinate.
I adore my in-laws and I always feel sad when people don't get along with theirs...granted, they are amazing and I have no reason to dislike them, but I try to think about how upset I'd be if my kids' spouses hated me so I try to not even harbor those kinds of feelings in general. Lame, I know.
I am bound and determined to turn myself into a magical unicorn MIL someday.
The shop I work at diffuses Thieves and N (he comes with me) and I have been surprisingly healthy this winter considering our proximity to a bunch of grimy and potentially sick kids. No flames from me for trying. I still haven't gotten on board myself though.
It started in a desperate attempt to get more sleep (toddler terrorist). Then I just kept buying. And buying. And buying. But don't worry, I still vaccinate.
I've come around to the point at which I don't care if you use essential oils and may even try them myself, but you just gotta vaccinate. And not try to treat cancer solely with frankincense. I'm a little suspicious of people who refuse to modern medicine at all. But nice smelling things are ok.
I think my exposure to EOs has drastically reduced my cynicism. I feel like I'm betraying my former self.
I adore my in-laws and I always feel sad when people don't get along with theirs...granted, they are amazing and I have no reason to dislike them, but I try to think about how upset I'd be if my kids' spouses hated me so I try to not even harbor those kinds of feelings in general. Lame, I know.
I am bound and determined to turn myself into a magical unicorn MIL someday.
It started in a desperate attempt to get more sleep (toddler terrorist). Then I just kept buying. And buying. And buying. But don't worry, I still vaccinate.
I've come around to the point at which I don't care if you use essential oils and may even try them myself, but you just gotta vaccinate. And not try to treat cancer solely with frankincense. I'm a little suspicious of people who refuse to modern medicine at all. But nice smelling things are ok.Â
I think my exposure to EOs has drastically reduced my cynicism. I feel like I'm betraying my former self.
PREACH.
Also, if your kid has a 105 degree fever, sure, rub some fucking peppermint on their feet. On the way to the DOCTOR.
I kind of jokingly complained to my group of "mom friends" (lame, I know) about how I'm over scraping poop (we all CD). They all proceeded to tell me that they really don't mind scraping poop, because it's a thing they can do for their children that no one else will. Um... cool? Good to know I am lacking as a mother for not embracing the shit. I'm so tired of people IRL acting like every single minute and pain in the ass detail of motherhood is so magical and priceless, and it's absolutely not ok to express any complaint. Perhaps this makes me a crappy mother.
I kind of jokingly complained to my group of "mom friends" (lame, I know) about how I'm over scraping poop (we all CD). They all proceeded to tell me that they really don't mind scraping poop, because it's a thing they can do for their children that no one else will. Um... cool? Good to know I am lacking as a mother for not embracing the shit. I'm so tired of people IRL acting like every single minute and pain in the ass detail of motherhood is so magical and priceless, and it's absolutely not ok to express any complaint. Perhaps this makes me a crappy mother.
I kind of jokingly complained to my group of "mom friends" (lame, I know) about how I'm over scraping poop (we all CD). They all proceeded to tell me that they really don't mind scraping poop, because it's a thing they can do for their children that no one else will. Um... cool? Good to know I am lacking as a mother for not embracing the shit. I'm so tired of people IRL acting like every single minute and pain in the ass detail of motherhood is so magical and priceless, and it's absolutely not ok to express any complaint. Perhaps this makes me a crappy mother.
My MIL calls my son's shits "gifts." Swear to whatever.
I should wrap one up for her for Christmas, right?
I kind of jokingly complained to my group of "mom friends" (lame, I know) about how I'm over scraping poop (we all CD). They all proceeded to tell me that they really don't mind scraping poop, because it's a thing they can do for their children that no one else will. Um... cool? Good to know I am lacking as a mother for not embracing the shit. I'm so tired of people IRL acting like every single minute and pain in the ass detail of motherhood is so magical and priceless, and it's absolutely not ok to express any complaint. Perhaps this makes me a crappy mother.
Preach!
I can't stand this about my IRL mom friends. Why does everyone have to act like it's so perfect all the time? Funny enough, it's like the complete opposite online. Every HuffPost, mom/dad blog is bitching about the bad parts of parenthood. LOL
That's why I love this board so much. You ladies are real and honest about parenting, and it makes me feel so much better to know I'm not alone in my experiences or thoughts.
H just came home sick from work. N is following him around saying "Da da! Da da!" and waving books in his face. I should probably stop him, being that H is legitimately feeling terrible, but it's nice to have a small break.
This is actually flameful, because I know I shouldn't judge another person's eating habits, but I have a friend who is currently dealing with GD and she's telling me about how all she eats is bowl after bowl of pasta and cereal. I had GD myself and I know that's not healthy for her or her baby. I really hope she's being smart about it.
Post by cherry1111 on Jan 26, 2015 11:20:51 GMT -5
When people schedule events during my kid's nap time my first thought is, "Don't they know this is such an inconvenience for us? Why would they pick that time?" At least I acknowledge how self centered that is and a) don't say anything to them and b) either decline or figure out a way to work around it.
Prechild me would hate current me for even having those thoughts, though.
DS will not leave us alone to go to the bathroom, so I figured I would teach him what's going on so he can maybe get excited someday about going to the bathroom. I treat flushing like a privledge and have taught him to wave goodbye when we flush. If he's not paying attention when I'm ready to flush I bring him over to wave because I think it's hilarious.
And another confession is DH will ask DS to show off his "tricks" to people and I give no fucks although I know that's an UO.
I took DD out to the grocery store on Saturday for no other reason than I wanted to show her off. She looked too stinkin cute to sit around the house all day. Everyone in the grocery store fawned over her and I ate it right up.
This is like the BEST part of having a baby. Don't ever feel guilty about it. It makes up for all the 3am wakeup calls and shitsplosions.
Good, because we had both of those yesterday as well, lol.
I kind of jokingly complained to my group of "mom friends" (lame, I know) about how I'm over scraping poop (we all CD). They all proceeded to tell me that they really don't mind scraping poop, because it's a thing they can do for their children that no one else will. Um... cool? Good to know I am lacking as a mother for not embracing the shit. I'm so tired of people IRL acting like every single minute and pain in the ass detail of motherhood is so magical and priceless, and it's absolutely not ok to express any complaint. Perhaps this makes me a crappy mother.
My MIL calls my son's shits "gifts." Swear to whatever.
I should wrap one up for her for Christmas, right?