It’s been a while…

Well hello there odd readers! How have you been?! I’ve been slightly busy. Between one daughter finishing off Grade 3, and another learning and growing and now at 4 months old. My hands have been busy.

So I started my blog to discuss motherhood. So… Let’s discuss motherhood. Today… I want to talk about dirty parents.
We all know one! That parent that allows their children to run around in dirty clothes that they’ve worn for days and days and days. Haven’t taken a bath for over a week. Lets them colour on the walls, and furniture.

Don’t get me wrong. My house is not spotless by any means. I have an 8, almost 9, year old.  We have a infant, my spouse is not the cleanest man in the world (At least he puts the toilet seat down for me though), and we have a dog and a cat who just had 4 kittens (YIKES!). We are a GO GO family. Our dishes go all day without being done. Laundry, barely find time to do it. But… Heres the thing. Its in baskets. Our house is cluttered… not dirty. Its messy, not dirty. Floors are washed daily (Due to dog, and so many cats and having a baby who likes to be on the floor to play!) My vacuum is my best friend! Laundry is done… just not always put away in the right places! And my daughters room is a torn apart mess because we have 4 very adventurous kittens who seems to love to tear her room apart (and shes been away at her dads for most of the week and hasnt been able to clean it). My house is a clutter organized disaster. BUT… Its CLEAN!

My kids would get their asses whooped if they coloured on the walls, scrubbed paint into my carpets, left dishes all over the house, or trucked dirt throughout my living room. My oldest knows her limits, my youngest will learn. Its the husband I have an issue with!

To be fair, his mother simply raised him that anything he ever made a mess of, a woman would come behind him and clean it up. So he’s slowly…very slowly… learning that shit doesn’t work that way in our home. ANNNNND if he doesn’t like it, he knows where the door is. He will be missed, his messy ass will not! *He’s not going anywhere ladies, sorry. Luckily he knows his limits as well, and when this mama gets pissed, he knows whats gotta be done!*

But some moms just dont get it. They don’t understand you need to TEACH YOUR CHILDREN THE WORDS “NO OR ELSE I WILL STICK MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS SITTING FOR A YEAR WILL NOT BE EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS!”…. It’s the fear of God that works more with some kids than others. Others, okay yes you need to hold their hand and guide them through it a couple times, but after the 14 millionth time of them still not getting it… you gotta be bad guy!

I’m the bad guy. I’m not your friend. I’m not your favourite person most days. I’m not here to clean up after you until your married and someone elses issue… no no. I’m here to show you have to be self efficient. So when I come visit you in college, in your own house, and my grandchild, I’m coming for a cup of tea and some nice catching up. Some good memories. Im not coming to clean your house, do your laundry or kiss your ass. You had your time to be cute, and sweet and have mama do everything for you… by high school, that time is over. I will support you. I will guide you. I will show you… I will not do it for you!

House work. Home work. School work. Social work. Anything. You will learn to do it on your own. Because I will raise children who are productive members of society, not burdens and slackers and need their mommys to wipe there asses until their 6 feet under ground.

This Simple and easy life lesson is taught by the easiest and simpliest way…. a tidy house. Not a perfect house. Not a spotless house. But a clean walls, bathroom, floors kind of house.

I know… I’m a mean parent. My 8 year old has chores and responsibilities and some self respect, and respect for the place she lives in. Oops! My bad!

Xo M

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…?”