Yesterday we packed up the whole crew and headed to Niagara falls. We had friends that were on a road trip, and were making a 2 day stop at the falls, so we decided to meet up with them for the day. We told little man monday night that we were going to go see big waterfalls the next day (we can't tell him things too far in advanced, because if they fall though, we ALL pay for it with wining for DAYS.) He woke up yesterday so excited. We told him we would be going on the Maid of the Mist, showed up a bunch of pictures, and a video of what it was going to look like, and he was beside himself. All morning all he talked about was going to see the "big water" on the "big boat." We decided to meet up at 1:00, which was perfect because it gave us time to give little lady a nap at home, and then go as soon as she woke up.
We woke up little lady at 11:30, we were on the road by 11:45, we live about 45 minutes away, so we figured giving our selves an hour and 15 minute would be more than enough time. We didn't hit any traffic, we got there by 12:30, perfect! We had a plan, and it was going to work! HA! Annnnd then we parked, which seemed about 10 miles from where we had to be. So there we are, a big huge stroller, little lady in the front, little man in the back, my husband pushing it, and me carrying the 45 lb diaper bag. We were in a touristy area, and we had 10 minutes to walk from our car to the maid of the mist port, which was easily a 25 minute walk. And of course little man had to pee as soon as we got there, so that set us back a good 5 minutes... so now we had 5 minutes to walk a 25 minute route. I HATE being late, HATE HATE HATE it.. yes.. I KNOW that with kids, being late is par for the course, but I am usually pretty good with being places on time. We were on a mission, get to the dock CLOSE to on time, and it seemed like the hundreds of leisurely tourists were sent to stop us. So many times I wanted to yell at someone "YES! PLEASE stop your ENTIRE family in the middle of the side walk so you can look at your map, PLEASE don't move over so anyone can get around, the 20 of you aren't at all in the way!"... but we got through. We navigated our way through the crowds and made it 15 minutes late.. my shoulder and back were killing me from lugging the heavy bag, and we were panting from the near sprint we did, but hey.. it was cardio for the day, right?
So there we were, all in one piece, only 15 minutes late, our friends were very patiently waiting for us with their girls, so we took a quick breather, I fed little lady to stop any future meltdowns, and we were on our way. I brought my moby wrap, thinking I would just pop her in there, and put the little poncho over both of us and all would be well! Little man was SO excited in the line, kept talking about how he couldn't wait to get on the boat and see the big water, little lady was just happy to be out and was flirting away with anybody that would pay attention to her. Everything was going perfectly.... until...
Those damn ponchos. I ripped mine in the front so that little lady could poker her head out with me and so we would both stay dry. Apparently little lady did not want her hands covered and that sent her into super meltdown mode. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. I was bouncing, rocking, shushing, anything I could think of to calm her down, and it just pissed her off more. I ripped my poncho most of the way down so she could get her hands free, but it was too late, I had already pissed her off and she was going to let everyone around us know that her mom was an asshole. The passengers around us were all politely looking at me and smiling. Some of them with sympathy in their eyes, some with the fear of god "please.. please lady don't bring that screaming devil child on the boat.".. I politely smiled back and kinda shrugged as to say "sorry, I paid 20 damn dollars to get on this damn boat, screaming baby and all, THIS is happening!" As we boarded, and little lady screamed louder and louder, the smiles turned more into looks of desperation, I was really shocked someone didn't try to bribe me to stay off. But we got on the boat, and surprisingly little lady stopped when we got on. I took her out of the wrap, the poncho wasn't going to keep either of us dry since it was pretty much torn in half at this point, and she wanted to go with my husband. The boat started to move, so I asked little man if he wanted me to pick him up so he could see the waterfalls, he said yes, so I picked him up. He took one good look around, saw the huge waterfalls and felt the mist and SCREAMED "put me down!!!!!! I'm all done!!!!" For the next 5 minutes he clung onto a railing and just screamed, a loud, high pitched girly screech, then asked me to put him in his stroller. Once in, he stared at the floor, in full shut down mode. Every time I would ask him to look at the water, he would momentarily, scream, then look back down. The whole time I am trying to calm him, my poncho, which is really now just a big plastic cape, was constantly catching the wind and wrapping around myself, and anyone around us. Meanwhile little lady was getting SOAKED because she had to protection from the mist, but she loved it. She thought it was great! My husband and I enjoyed the views, but we got off feeling like we just ran a 10 mile marathon, soaked, and just exhausted.
After our draining experience on the boat, we decided on grabbing something to eat at the Rain Forest Cafe, which was BY FAR little man's favorite part of the day. He really could have cared less if he saw the falls, I doubt he will be asking to go on a boat again any time soon, but for the rest of the night all he talked about were the Elephants in the restaurant, and the big green frog on the bench out front. After we ate, little man and our friends (ADORABLE) twin girls sat around a big elephant in front of the restaurant laughing and giggling their little behinds off. Despite our sprint to the dock, and the meltdowns on the boat, it was a great day with the family, the kids smiling and giggling made it all worth it. :)
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
This Is What Happens...
I am sure you have seen the video of the school bus monitor being bullied by kids. Its absolutely heart breaking, terrible, and disturbing to watch. If you have not seen it here is the link.
At first I did not want to write a post about this. I thought, "yeah, everyone knows these kids are little shit heads, and feels really bad for the poor bus monitor".. and while YES, that is what the general consensus is, the more I saw other blogs about this video, and read the comments that followed, the more enraged I got. I think we can ALL agree these kids are shit head.. and we can ALL agree that they are due for a WORLD of repercussions for treating this woman this way (and I will get into that later), but can we just talk for a second about HOW these little fuck-tards got to be this way???
As I was reading though the "comments" of people that posted that video, I was astounded by the amount of people that believe that these kids got this was because "we aren't aloud to beat our children anymore." As if not beating the ever-loving shit out of your children will surely cause them to be heart-less little fuck ups. Yes, if we do not instill the fear of our fist into our children, they will FOR SURE turn into these deviant little monsters. Seriously people? If you think THAT is what caused these kids to be such little assholes, then either a.) you do not have children yourself or b.) you just suck as a parent.
These kids turned out to be the way they are because their parents fucked up... big time. It has NOTHING to do with them being beat as a child or not. My parents NEVER EVER, not even once lifted a hand to neither me, nor my brother. Sure we were disciplined, if we acted out we were grounded, we had things taken away, we had a good talkin' to about how disappointed our parents were in us.. and believe me.. hearing that your parents are "disappointed" in your actions make you feel like you are about 2 inches high, and like absolute shit. I never once thought, "well, I don't get hit, therefor I can be a total asshole." My parents taught me to be nice to other people, to have some fucking compassion, and if I stepped out of line, there were repercussions.
These kids are like this because their parents did not teach them compassion or kindness, and they probably have never had a single bit of discipline in their lives. These parents probably had the motto "kids will be kids" and let the little fuckers get away with anything all the time. These kids probably rarely heard the word "no".. and their parents more than likely just gave them everything they wanted just so they didn't hear them whine. These are probably the parents that fight the school every time one of their little cherubs get in trouble at school, and call the school because "HOW DARE that teacher give so much homework! Don't they know the little angel has a X-Box tournament tonight?"So no, these kids did not turn out this way because they were never hit, they turned out this way because they knew no boundaries, and probably have parents that back them up, no matter what... right or wrong. They turned out this way because their parents fucked up, big time.
The entire time I was watching this I was thinking "I wish the bus driver would stop the bus and make those little fuckers walk home!".. but from working in schools, I know the parents would cause shit storm and probably sue the school. I propose that these little assholes get expelled from the school they attend. When students get expelled from school, it is the schools responsibility to pay to get the students educated, but I propose that we change that and foot the parents with the bill. If you raise little shit head scum buckets, then YOU get to pay for them to get educated. I read somewhere that some of the parents were complaining that they had to get body guards for their kids because so many people are outraged and want to beat the ever-loving hell out of them.. to that I say.. TOO FUCKING BAD! I am not a proponent of violence in any way, but if one of these little fuckers got a good old fashioned ass whoopin', I would look the other way. If the parents had taught your kid to not be such an fucking asshole, then they would not be in this situation. I say that the parents make the kids get a damn job and pay for their body guards. I suggest that these kids NEVER to be aloud to ride school provided transportation again... their parents should have to pay for transportation to and from school, or should have to drive them or walk them to school.. these little assholes obviously can not be trusted to walk themselves, god only knows what they would say to the crossing guards.
Obviously, I know that sometimes parents that do everything right have a kid that gets into the wrong crowd, and shit can go downhill pretty quickly... but I am going to go out on a limb and say THAT is not the case here. This is a case of parents not doing their job to teach their kids how to be good people. They have done a wonderful job at raising self-entitled little assholes that have no sense of compassion of basic human decency and who are also who are stupid BEYOND belief. These little shit heads think they are above everything because obviously mommy and daddy have allowed them to believe so, why else would they harass the hell out of this sweet old lady, and be stupid enough to video tape it, put it on youtube, and think there were no repercussions? I hold the parents, and their LACK of parenting 100% responsible for this. Assholes.
At first I did not want to write a post about this. I thought, "yeah, everyone knows these kids are little shit heads, and feels really bad for the poor bus monitor".. and while YES, that is what the general consensus is, the more I saw other blogs about this video, and read the comments that followed, the more enraged I got. I think we can ALL agree these kids are shit head.. and we can ALL agree that they are due for a WORLD of repercussions for treating this woman this way (and I will get into that later), but can we just talk for a second about HOW these little fuck-tards got to be this way???
As I was reading though the "comments" of people that posted that video, I was astounded by the amount of people that believe that these kids got this was because "we aren't aloud to beat our children anymore." As if not beating the ever-loving shit out of your children will surely cause them to be heart-less little fuck ups. Yes, if we do not instill the fear of our fist into our children, they will FOR SURE turn into these deviant little monsters. Seriously people? If you think THAT is what caused these kids to be such little assholes, then either a.) you do not have children yourself or b.) you just suck as a parent.
These kids turned out to be the way they are because their parents fucked up... big time. It has NOTHING to do with them being beat as a child or not. My parents NEVER EVER, not even once lifted a hand to neither me, nor my brother. Sure we were disciplined, if we acted out we were grounded, we had things taken away, we had a good talkin' to about how disappointed our parents were in us.. and believe me.. hearing that your parents are "disappointed" in your actions make you feel like you are about 2 inches high, and like absolute shit. I never once thought, "well, I don't get hit, therefor I can be a total asshole." My parents taught me to be nice to other people, to have some fucking compassion, and if I stepped out of line, there were repercussions.
These kids are like this because their parents did not teach them compassion or kindness, and they probably have never had a single bit of discipline in their lives. These parents probably had the motto "kids will be kids" and let the little fuckers get away with anything all the time. These kids probably rarely heard the word "no".. and their parents more than likely just gave them everything they wanted just so they didn't hear them whine. These are probably the parents that fight the school every time one of their little cherubs get in trouble at school, and call the school because "HOW DARE that teacher give so much homework! Don't they know the little angel has a X-Box tournament tonight?"So no, these kids did not turn out this way because they were never hit, they turned out this way because they knew no boundaries, and probably have parents that back them up, no matter what... right or wrong. They turned out this way because their parents fucked up, big time.
The entire time I was watching this I was thinking "I wish the bus driver would stop the bus and make those little fuckers walk home!".. but from working in schools, I know the parents would cause shit storm and probably sue the school. I propose that these little assholes get expelled from the school they attend. When students get expelled from school, it is the schools responsibility to pay to get the students educated, but I propose that we change that and foot the parents with the bill. If you raise little shit head scum buckets, then YOU get to pay for them to get educated. I read somewhere that some of the parents were complaining that they had to get body guards for their kids because so many people are outraged and want to beat the ever-loving hell out of them.. to that I say.. TOO FUCKING BAD! I am not a proponent of violence in any way, but if one of these little fuckers got a good old fashioned ass whoopin', I would look the other way. If the parents had taught your kid to not be such an fucking asshole, then they would not be in this situation. I say that the parents make the kids get a damn job and pay for their body guards. I suggest that these kids NEVER to be aloud to ride school provided transportation again... their parents should have to pay for transportation to and from school, or should have to drive them or walk them to school.. these little assholes obviously can not be trusted to walk themselves, god only knows what they would say to the crossing guards.
Obviously, I know that sometimes parents that do everything right have a kid that gets into the wrong crowd, and shit can go downhill pretty quickly... but I am going to go out on a limb and say THAT is not the case here. This is a case of parents not doing their job to teach their kids how to be good people. They have done a wonderful job at raising self-entitled little assholes that have no sense of compassion of basic human decency and who are also who are stupid BEYOND belief. These little shit heads think they are above everything because obviously mommy and daddy have allowed them to believe so, why else would they harass the hell out of this sweet old lady, and be stupid enough to video tape it, put it on youtube, and think there were no repercussions? I hold the parents, and their LACK of parenting 100% responsible for this. Assholes.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Its all his fault
I am not an overly superstitious person, I don't believe that black cats are bad luck, I will walk on cracks, and under ladders.. broken mirrors don't bother me, but there IS one thing I will NOT do. That is to talk about little ladies sleeping patterns when they are good in a god-awful fear that I will jinx it. My husband tells me I am crazy... he says there is no such thing as "jinxing"... but he is wrong.. and I can prove it.
So last week I wrote about our date night on Wednesday. Everything fell into place, the kids were in bed early, and we got to have adult conversation, and listen to adult music, and have dinner without little lady spraying us with her food (because she thinks its HILARIOUS) or little man encouraging little lady to spit her entire meal at is by laughing uncontrollably. It was pretty damn great... well it was going great until my husband brought up how well little lady had been sleeping. For the entire month before, she had been sleeping a good 11 hours, uninterrupted. It was GLORIOUS! I told him I was loving the sleep, but I didn't want to talk about her sleeping patterns, they were pretty damn wonderful at the moment and I didn't want to go mess them up by talking about them. Then he said it... the words that I wish I could shove right back down his throat. He said "Yeah, the sleep has been nice, but I wish she would just get all of her teeth in now so we don't get too used to sleeping, and then have to go back to getting up a lot."... Why.. WHY..WHY would you wish MORE teething on us!?! Little lady already had 8 teeth.. and she has been pretty damn over-dramatic with each one coming in.. the next to come in should be her molars, and I told him that was going to be hell. I told him I was perfectly content with her 8 teeth, and am just fine with getting used to the sleep... but his words were already out there in the universe, after he said them there was really no hope for us. (plus HE isn't the one that gets up with her during the week.. so what does he care if she gets them at once.. he doesn't lose any sleep over it!)
So here we are... a week later.. in the 7th layer of teething hell. Little lady has been up every night from 1-3 hours SUPER pissed! She isn't so much crying, as just screaming on the top of her lungs with anger.. as if she is curing her dad for wishing this on us. When I go in her room to try to calm her down, she is happy as can be to see me, wants to play, talk and sing.. but the minute I try to put her down she has a death grip on my shirt, and SCREAMS like nothing I have ever heard.. at any moment I am really expecting her head to turn all the way around and for pea soup to come spewing out.
Last night my husband slept though the entire 2 hour ordeal... HE did this to us, and he sleeps though it! What a turd! He would argue that it is a coincidence.. that there are no "jinxing" sleeping patterns, and that she was going to have to start getting her next teeth sometime soon, that it is only natural... blah blah blah.. but I think I laid my facts out pretty straight here, this is obviously all his fault.
So last week I wrote about our date night on Wednesday. Everything fell into place, the kids were in bed early, and we got to have adult conversation, and listen to adult music, and have dinner without little lady spraying us with her food (because she thinks its HILARIOUS) or little man encouraging little lady to spit her entire meal at is by laughing uncontrollably. It was pretty damn great... well it was going great until my husband brought up how well little lady had been sleeping. For the entire month before, she had been sleeping a good 11 hours, uninterrupted. It was GLORIOUS! I told him I was loving the sleep, but I didn't want to talk about her sleeping patterns, they were pretty damn wonderful at the moment and I didn't want to go mess them up by talking about them. Then he said it... the words that I wish I could shove right back down his throat. He said "Yeah, the sleep has been nice, but I wish she would just get all of her teeth in now so we don't get too used to sleeping, and then have to go back to getting up a lot."... Why.. WHY..WHY would you wish MORE teething on us!?! Little lady already had 8 teeth.. and she has been pretty damn over-dramatic with each one coming in.. the next to come in should be her molars, and I told him that was going to be hell. I told him I was perfectly content with her 8 teeth, and am just fine with getting used to the sleep... but his words were already out there in the universe, after he said them there was really no hope for us. (plus HE isn't the one that gets up with her during the week.. so what does he care if she gets them at once.. he doesn't lose any sleep over it!)
So here we are... a week later.. in the 7th layer of teething hell. Little lady has been up every night from 1-3 hours SUPER pissed! She isn't so much crying, as just screaming on the top of her lungs with anger.. as if she is curing her dad for wishing this on us. When I go in her room to try to calm her down, she is happy as can be to see me, wants to play, talk and sing.. but the minute I try to put her down she has a death grip on my shirt, and SCREAMS like nothing I have ever heard.. at any moment I am really expecting her head to turn all the way around and for pea soup to come spewing out.
Last night my husband slept though the entire 2 hour ordeal... HE did this to us, and he sleeps though it! What a turd! He would argue that it is a coincidence.. that there are no "jinxing" sleeping patterns, and that she was going to have to start getting her next teeth sometime soon, that it is only natural... blah blah blah.. but I think I laid my facts out pretty straight here, this is obviously all his fault.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"New" Date Night
I have written about date nights in the past... ( Date night ).. so you know that being up in Canada, we really do not have many opportunities to get out for a few hours sans kids. We haven't found sitters that we like, and we *should* be moving home in just a few months, so right now there isn't much of a point to trying to find one. We have fallen into a bit of a schedule/rut. My husband comes home from work, works out, we all eat dinner together, we put the kids to bed, then we veg out on the sofa (1/2 asleep) watching TV until it is time for bed. It was getting kinda stale.. so I planned to pick up a bottle of wine while I was grocery shopping yesterday, turning off the TV after dinner, and sitting outside to just talk and enjoy each others company.
The night actually worked out really nicely.. as I stated, we all usually eat together, but little lady was in full melt-down mode at dinner time, so I put her to bed early, and little man fell asleep on the sofa, so my husband put him to bed early... so we got to have a meal, a WHOLE meal, alone. It was quiet, the food was good, we had adult music on in the back ground, and the wine was delicious, and very very much needed after a hectic, and stressful day with the kids. After dinner, we refilled our wine, and sat outside and just talked and laughed for an hour or so. It was the closest thing we have had to a real date in quite some time, and something I think we are going to try to do at least once a week. It was a really nice change of pace... little lady must have sensed that something was different in our nightly routine, because an hour after I went to sleep, she woke up super pissed, and was up for almost 4 hours. .. I guess that's what we get for having 2 whole hours of uninterrupted adult-time... and smack in the back of the head back to reality.
The night actually worked out really nicely.. as I stated, we all usually eat together, but little lady was in full melt-down mode at dinner time, so I put her to bed early, and little man fell asleep on the sofa, so my husband put him to bed early... so we got to have a meal, a WHOLE meal, alone. It was quiet, the food was good, we had adult music on in the back ground, and the wine was delicious, and very very much needed after a hectic, and stressful day with the kids. After dinner, we refilled our wine, and sat outside and just talked and laughed for an hour or so. It was the closest thing we have had to a real date in quite some time, and something I think we are going to try to do at least once a week. It was a really nice change of pace... little lady must have sensed that something was different in our nightly routine, because an hour after I went to sleep, she woke up super pissed, and was up for almost 4 hours. .. I guess that's what we get for having 2 whole hours of uninterrupted adult-time... and smack in the back of the head back to reality.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Book Club
Weeks sometimes go by that I do not have substantial adult interaction. I mean I DO have a few friends that I try to get together weekly with the kids.. but lets be honest.. chasing after a VERY busy little lady, and watching little man like a hawk does not make too much room for actual adult conversation. Our conversations usually go like this:
"So what did you... oh... no... little lady... get that out of your mouth... no... not your nose either..... this weekend?"
"um.. we didn't do too mu.... no.. no hitting. Just ask him nicely to share his toy, yes, nicely... we didn't do much. Saturday we went to.... ok, now he is asking you nicely back, please share.... um, we went over to the... oh.. ok... you have to go potty? Ok Ok lets hurry up!! Can you watch my little one?"
And this goes on for 2 hours.. leaving both mom exhausted, and never actually finishing a thought... but hey.. at least we are in it together, right? A good friend of mine and I have started to take weekly walks together, sans kids, and they have been WONDERFUL. I have known this girl since we moved here, but in the few times that we have walked together, I have learned more about her than I ever had on our play dates. But still, I know I can not depend on her entirely for ALL of my adult interaction (besides my husband of course... but our conversations usually go a lot like the one above, and by the time the kids are asleep we are both so tired we veg out in a zombie-like state until it is an acceptable time for an adult to go to sleep. (Up here it stays like out until almost 10:00... so going to bed at 8:30 just doesn't feel like the adult thing to do haha)
So anyway, I enjoy reading. I am pretty busy with the kids, but sometimes during little ladies nap time, if little man is playing, I can catch a few minutes to breath and get lost in someone else's world. I usually read after they go to sleep to pass the time until I can go to bed. I joined a book club up here, and have had to cancel going to the last few meetings because I haven't had time to finish the assigned books. My next meeting is next Tuesday, and I have barely put a dent in the book. Last night I got to thinking... how is it that I have NO problem finishing books that I choose for myself, (I finished 50 Shades of Gray within 2 weeks, read the Hunger Games in a week, just finished the new Sookie Stackhouse book in a matter of a few days)... but yet I have had my book club book for over a month and I have barely touched it.... and then it hit me. I was taken back to high school Honors English and how I NEVER finished a single book for the class.. I didn't want to read books that someone said I HAD to read, I wanted to read my own books. It was like a little light went off in my head... a sad sad little light that showed just how truly stubborn I am. I shared my revelation with my husband, who laughed at me... I am fairly certain he thinks that being home with the kids for the past year has broken my brain. I then took my book club book upstairs and resolved to read it (and I did... for a chapter.. then it was 10:00 and FINALLY time to go to sleep!)
"So what did you... oh... no... little lady... get that out of your mouth... no... not your nose either..... this weekend?"
"um.. we didn't do too mu.... no.. no hitting. Just ask him nicely to share his toy, yes, nicely... we didn't do much. Saturday we went to.... ok, now he is asking you nicely back, please share.... um, we went over to the... oh.. ok... you have to go potty? Ok Ok lets hurry up!! Can you watch my little one?"
And this goes on for 2 hours.. leaving both mom exhausted, and never actually finishing a thought... but hey.. at least we are in it together, right? A good friend of mine and I have started to take weekly walks together, sans kids, and they have been WONDERFUL. I have known this girl since we moved here, but in the few times that we have walked together, I have learned more about her than I ever had on our play dates. But still, I know I can not depend on her entirely for ALL of my adult interaction (besides my husband of course... but our conversations usually go a lot like the one above, and by the time the kids are asleep we are both so tired we veg out in a zombie-like state until it is an acceptable time for an adult to go to sleep. (Up here it stays like out until almost 10:00... so going to bed at 8:30 just doesn't feel like the adult thing to do haha)
So anyway, I enjoy reading. I am pretty busy with the kids, but sometimes during little ladies nap time, if little man is playing, I can catch a few minutes to breath and get lost in someone else's world. I usually read after they go to sleep to pass the time until I can go to bed. I joined a book club up here, and have had to cancel going to the last few meetings because I haven't had time to finish the assigned books. My next meeting is next Tuesday, and I have barely put a dent in the book. Last night I got to thinking... how is it that I have NO problem finishing books that I choose for myself, (I finished 50 Shades of Gray within 2 weeks, read the Hunger Games in a week, just finished the new Sookie Stackhouse book in a matter of a few days)... but yet I have had my book club book for over a month and I have barely touched it.... and then it hit me. I was taken back to high school Honors English and how I NEVER finished a single book for the class.. I didn't want to read books that someone said I HAD to read, I wanted to read my own books. It was like a little light went off in my head... a sad sad little light that showed just how truly stubborn I am. I shared my revelation with my husband, who laughed at me... I am fairly certain he thinks that being home with the kids for the past year has broken my brain. I then took my book club book upstairs and resolved to read it (and I did... for a chapter.. then it was 10:00 and FINALLY time to go to sleep!)
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
"Older" moms
begin rant.
I am 29. I have 2 kids. In the town I am from, this is "the norm." My husband and I made a choice that we wanted to have kids as soon as we got married, we wanted to be young enough to enjoy them, to be able to run around with them, and we didn't want to be 60 when they graduated high school. We probably could have spent more time for "us" when we first got married, while most of our friends were still going out every weekend, and partying, we were on diaper duty and mid-night feedings... but we made the decision to put the sleep-deprived time in early. We both wanted to be done with the baby making by the time we were 30... and now with 2 kids.. we are done. Its not a choice that everyone can make, some people don't find their spouse until well into their 30s... financial issues don't always pan out.. fertility problems put a kink in the plans.... and some people just want to hold on to their freedom for just a little longer. This post is not at all about bashing anyone's decision to have children "later" in life. It works for you, when it works for you, it is not my place to judge anyone for when they choose to have kids.
In the town we live in now.. in Canada.. it is VERY common to have kids a little later in life. At 29, I have not met another mom my age.. or younger. I even had one very rude woman ask me "Is THAT normal where you are from?".. I smiled and answered politely "yes, its normal where I am from. I am not yet 30, and I am done..." There were many choice words I wanted to say to the rude lady.. but I had to harness the Jersey bitch in me. I have found it a little difficult to connect with many women because of the age gap.. I have found a handful that I really like.. but its a bit awkward when you are at a play date.. and they are talking about pre-menopause symptoms... and thinking about having another baby all in the same sentence. And a lot of the women I have met here have married older men.. so they may be nearing 40... but their husbands are nearing 50... and they have kids the same age as us.. so we have had some trouble finding "couple" friends we can connect with. But again.. this is not to put down their decision to wait longer than we did.
THIS post is about my problem with those moms who are "older"... and use that as an excuse as to WHY they can't keep up with their kids. The moms at the playground who don't watch their children because they don't have the energy to chase them.. the children who push and shove my sweet kids because they simply have not been taught better. The kids at the play date that walk over to my little lady and steal a toy right out of her hands.. and who's mom just watches and says nothing.... the later makes the comment "kids will be kids... ugh I am too old for this!" Listen, I really do not care WHEN you chose to have kids... but don't let your age be an excuse to be a shitty parent. Children do not raise themselves.. and if I hear "I am too old for this" one more time.. I am going to lose my fucking shit.
ok.. end rant.
I am 29. I have 2 kids. In the town I am from, this is "the norm." My husband and I made a choice that we wanted to have kids as soon as we got married, we wanted to be young enough to enjoy them, to be able to run around with them, and we didn't want to be 60 when they graduated high school. We probably could have spent more time for "us" when we first got married, while most of our friends were still going out every weekend, and partying, we were on diaper duty and mid-night feedings... but we made the decision to put the sleep-deprived time in early. We both wanted to be done with the baby making by the time we were 30... and now with 2 kids.. we are done. Its not a choice that everyone can make, some people don't find their spouse until well into their 30s... financial issues don't always pan out.. fertility problems put a kink in the plans.... and some people just want to hold on to their freedom for just a little longer. This post is not at all about bashing anyone's decision to have children "later" in life. It works for you, when it works for you, it is not my place to judge anyone for when they choose to have kids.
In the town we live in now.. in Canada.. it is VERY common to have kids a little later in life. At 29, I have not met another mom my age.. or younger. I even had one very rude woman ask me "Is THAT normal where you are from?".. I smiled and answered politely "yes, its normal where I am from. I am not yet 30, and I am done..." There were many choice words I wanted to say to the rude lady.. but I had to harness the Jersey bitch in me. I have found it a little difficult to connect with many women because of the age gap.. I have found a handful that I really like.. but its a bit awkward when you are at a play date.. and they are talking about pre-menopause symptoms... and thinking about having another baby all in the same sentence. And a lot of the women I have met here have married older men.. so they may be nearing 40... but their husbands are nearing 50... and they have kids the same age as us.. so we have had some trouble finding "couple" friends we can connect with. But again.. this is not to put down their decision to wait longer than we did.
THIS post is about my problem with those moms who are "older"... and use that as an excuse as to WHY they can't keep up with their kids. The moms at the playground who don't watch their children because they don't have the energy to chase them.. the children who push and shove my sweet kids because they simply have not been taught better. The kids at the play date that walk over to my little lady and steal a toy right out of her hands.. and who's mom just watches and says nothing.... the later makes the comment "kids will be kids... ugh I am too old for this!" Listen, I really do not care WHEN you chose to have kids... but don't let your age be an excuse to be a shitty parent. Children do not raise themselves.. and if I hear "I am too old for this" one more time.. I am going to lose my fucking shit.
ok.. end rant.
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