Families Opinions…

Don’t get me wrong, I understand all families think they know best or better than first time parents. I understand as much as I have two daughters, this is still my partners first time with a newborn… but to outright tell me you’re not going to respect my choices for my child, because you “aren’t going to listen to a child tell you what to do” or “You know better from experience”…. You’re so lucky I haven’t knocked you out and told you to fuck off for life!  Continue reading “Families Opinions…”

I Wish I Could Say…

If someone two years ago was to say to me “You should feed your child this….” or “You should do this instead of that”… I would have looked them in the face and said “Shut the fuck up!”. Not explained myself, not give an example as to why I did this, or said that. I wouldn’t care their opinion, what they said about my parenting, etc. Why? Because I honestly didn’t give two shits. My daughter was perfect in my eyes. That’s all that mattered. Now… For the past year, that has changed, and I hate it… Continue reading “I Wish I Could Say…”

Alexandra’s Baptism…

Sunday May 7th @ 12:30 pm Alexandra was baptised in the Catholic Church.

All my siblings arrived, with their spouses and children present and my father. My other halves siblings (with their spouses), parents and grandparents were present. The shocking part about all of that… is my father. And surprisingly, my spouse’s family was more behaved than my own… which was hugely disappointing.  Continue reading “Alexandra’s Baptism…”

Let’s Get Shots…

No, I don’t mean the alcoholic ones, or the ones that come from a gun. I’m talking about the needle kind. Vaccinations. Let’s be clear from the beginning, I am a pro vaxxer! If you choose not to continue reading because you’re like “Oh Gawd, She’s going to go on and on and on about wanting to kill her kids”… Well, than shame on you for being so fucking stupid and not at least being open to someone else’s opinion and views on subjects! For those of you still reading, let’s get real here…  Continue reading “Let’s Get Shots…”

Guests…

Rules when you have a newborn are very different compared to when you have older children. When guests come over, whether its friends or family, and your children are present, there is an unspoken expectation of certain behaviour that is to be present during their visit. Both from your children, and from the guests.

For non parents, this seems to sometimes be an issue. Sometimes people do not understand or realise due to not having to ever do that in their own home. So sometimes they need a few reminders during their first few visits. Normally, after a few reminders, they catch on and learn and carry that unspoken expectation onto others homes.

For parents, this expectation is supposed to be present without reminders. It’s suppose to be something that is an obvious, common sense behaviour. It’s extremely disappointing when people in general take advantage, disregard or over all just ignore the unspoken rule and need to be reminded and flat-out told about the expectation. However, it’s even more disappointing and disrespectful when it’s another parent who continuously ignores it. It’s even more so when they are outright told about the behaviour issues and are still ignored. Continue reading “Guests…”

Neighbours…

*Warning: I was rudely awaken by a small child ringing my doorbell after only getting 3 hours of sleep due to having a newborn baby – so I’m a little more irritated and bitchy today!*

Neighbours. We all have them. Whether you live in the city and they are right beside you, or you live in the country and the closest neighbour is two corn fields and a horse farm away. Either way, we have them. On most occasions, you get along with your neighbours. You share ideals about your yards, your inside house renovations, your kids and their school activities. You try your hardest to get along with your neighbours… because they are there for a long time.

We just recently moved into our home. 3 days before I had Lexi to be exact. So just under two months ago. When we moved in, we made sure to introduce ourselves, our daughter, and inform our neighbours we have a dog and a cat who does wander in our yard, but never goes far and always comes home.

We live in a semi detached home. So we share a wall with our one neighbours, and have attaching driveways with our others. The wall ones we get along with VERY WELL. Considering we can hear them run up and down their stairs and visa versa. We chit chat about the garden, our backyard, our dog, their pool needs, their kids, our kids, etc. We even pick them up a timmies if we see their home, and visa versa. Adore them! So sweet. The Driveway Ones (I’ll call them DO’s for short) have a lovely father. He comes and goes quietly, deals with his children (Which there are 6 of by the way) in a calm manner unless he needs to raise his voice (Which has been once so far), says hello and goodbye, talks to my spouse about yard things a few time, very nice gentleman. The mother…. The children…. Oh. My. Freaking. Good. Lord. Nut case of a woman. Constantly screaming at her children. CONSTANTLY telling them to get out, and do this, and do that, and stop this, and stop that. Their children, 4 boys, 2 girls. The oldest daughter, shes quiet, bratty, and stays inside most of the time. The youngest daughter, we literally watch her get her brothers into trouble on a daily basis. The boys…. I dont know if its because their boys or because they just are brats, but good Lord do I want to rip my hair out sometimes. They frustrate me that much… and I’ve only lived here for 8 weeks!

Here is just SOME of the shit they pull:

  • They throw sticks and rocks at our dog (Who is on a lease in the yard until we can fix the fence).
  • They chase our cat and hold her by her neck once they can coax her into their yard to ‘play’.
  • They climb our fence (And broke it after we had just repaired it) to play in our yard when they think we aren’t paying attention
  • They insult our oldest daughter when she’s outside playing.
  • They run into our car and kick balls against it.
  • They complain of our dog barking – because they throw rocks and sticks at her and she is defending herself AND her family.
  • Come over at 8 am, while their mother stands at the end of their driveway telling them to continue to ring out doorbell, just to tell us our cat is outside… when we have said on several occasions she is an outdoor cat because she came from a farm – SO WE KNOW SHES OUTSIDE.

oh and the list continues. The mother, when discussed this with her, decided to tell me it wasn’t my place to complain of her children……………….. Excuse me? Listen here bitch. I am being polite and not ripping your damn head off right now because your children are spoiled, little brats. I understand why all the other neighbours put giant 6 foot fences up in their yards ONLY against YOUR yard and not their other neighbours!

How am I ever going to deal with these rude, arrogant people!? Oh…let me tell you.
I’m going to build a 6 foot damn fence between our yards, I’m going to ask them ONCE politely to keep their kids OFF my property, not to torment my dog or my child or my cat, and the NEXT TIME they so much as BLINK THE WRONG WAY TOWARDS my children or my animals, I will be contacting city police and animal control to have them charged with animal cruelty…
I will update on how that works out!

xo M

Why Church…?

For those who know me in person, know I am not a religious type of person. They know I went to a public elementary school, and a catholic high school. They know I hated both. They do not know why.

Recently, we are planning my newborns baptism, into the Catholic Church. Throughout the planning process, I have wanted to go back to Church, so my small family on Sundays get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, pack a diaper bag, put on our good shoes, and go to Church. For those who know me – friends, family, my spouse – They keep asking “Why Church?”. My spouse assures me I do not owe anyone an explanation. But as I lay here in the dark at 3:30 am after a midnight feeding, I asked myself, Why Church? And this is what I realised….  Continue reading “Why Church…?”

The Reason for Her…

My oldest is from my teenage years. She’s 8 years old. Full of sass, attitude, and questions. I raised her on my own for 6 years. Her father in and out as he pleased. Her Grandmother on his side stepped in when he stepped out. We were young when we had her, and his choices while young, much like my own, were not always the greatest. My mother abused her role in our lives. When we escaped that hell hole, I was solely on my own, despite previous efforts and supports from my older sister and my exboyfriend- father to my oldest.  Continue reading “The Reason for Her…”