Wednesday, January 19, 2011
So I have realized that I am mean. A mean mom, that is. Under the pressure to discipline my generally well-behaved children, I have been the mean one for years. Lord knows my husband isn't the heavy. Unfortunately, I feel like I have no control over the "reprimand gene". It just comes out. I have read all about how positive reinforcement works better than punishment, and that makes sense to me, but I can't seem to do it. How was I raised? I don't remember. Wait, yes I do. I was probably the least disciplined, however I do remember getting paddled or spanked. Not too many times, but memorable nonetheless. I can only imagine that my own mother would have been "meaner" to me if she had to be around me as much as I am around my kids...which is 24/7. What is the answer to my meanness, should I get a job or send the kids to school? Getting a job would mean the kids go to school by default, and sending them to school and me staying home sounds like heaven...right now. Unfortunately, I would have to throw my convictions out the window if I did either. I don't wish for my children to be raised or educated by anyone else when I am available to do so. Perhaps there is a middle ground, something I can do to bring serenity into my environment, to add peace to the landscape...Prayer, meditation, DUCT TAPE!(for my own mouth, of course;)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I don't know if I spelled that right...This is what the Dr. prescribed when I told her about my heinous nausea. I had been warned that it would "knock me out". Armed with this information, I decided to take only half a pill...still knocked me out. Ok, I'll just take a fourth, which resembles a crumb, still knocked me out and did not take care of my nausea. So I'm in a quandry...one day, I think I will just take a whole one, say so long cruel world, and see how far that gets me.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Now I remember why I said I couldn't do this whole pregnancy thing again. Uggghhh...vomiting, lethargy, the house is getting behind...and by my standards this means almost horrific conditions. Where is that cleaning fairy, do I have to put a broken feather duster under my pillow?