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Metal Mama

Metal, meet motherhood; motherhood meet metal. This is where my two loves meet & become one world.
 

A run on the low down... more to follow later.

*not sure why,
but I cannot insert
my god damn picture
here...... Grrrrr.*

First thing. Something that has recently been on my mind and annoying the sh!t outta me;

I work next weekend. I work Saturday & Sunday, 6:45am-3:15pm and on these days I wake up around 5:20am so that I can nurse Erik, get up & have coffee, get ready and half dressed, and then nurse him again before heading off to work. After work, on these days I go home and nurse Erik for as long as he desires; about 40 minutes or so, and then he naps for at least an hour or so. This equals me arriving home around 3:15pm nursing for an average of 40 minutes, which brings us to 3:55pm and a 1 hour nap brings us to 4:55pm, though he usually gets awoken by something... outdoor noises, one of the cats, himself, who knows. On days that I work the following day I try to get to bed early because I don't like going to bed early, and I don't like getting up very early either; at least not 5:20am - early. Anyhow, if I have the following day off it doesn't really matter, however, sometimes Erik is in need of a bath, I have to prep his bottles for the next day, and gather all my breast pump pieces as well as bottles for the next day at work.

Ok, situation is this;

Next Saturday, Skot's mom is having this end of summer cook out/get together... When we were originally asked to attend there was no set in stone date so we said, "sure, we'd love to, just let us know when." Now that we know when; Saturday from 3pm-6pm or so, I don't really feel like attending. My reason being that I don't feel like hurrying to pack us all up for an outing, and heading up there around 4:55pm. I won't not feed Erik before, and I won't cut his nap short (not that this has been asked of me, but just throwing that out there)... I don't feel it is worth it for the stress of the rush that would result on my end. I just don't think it sounds fun, fair, or like something I should have to do. I strongly encouraged Skot to attend regardless and those get gatherings are usually quite fun, I told him he could always catch a ride up there with his dad or sister as well, but I didn't feel like I wanted to really do. Of course he was disappointed, but understood, but still does not want to go as we will not be attending as a family, and he thinks that everyone just wants to see the baby anyways; this is probably true.

Now, my dilemma is this; next Sunday my friend Abbie is having a birthday party for her son, Braxton. I consider her to be a good friend; she is someone I met through a mutual friend of ours but I have hung out with her without that said friend, she was a huge help to me while pregnant as I could always go to her with the most stupid sounds questions, and she was just there to talk to. Anyhow, upon receiving the invite for all of us to Braxton's party I accept with the understanding that we would be late as I work until 3:15-ish and would need at least 1/2 hour to feed the little guy and probably a nap (for him), she said whenever we showed up was fine but if we were late we might miss cake; hey thats fine with me.

Skot feels its unfair that I made plans for Sunday after work, yet don't want to go to his mom's cook out. Is that fair? Am I being unfair? WTF? I can't please everyone so I might as well just work on pleasing myself.

Moving on from stressful sh!t.

I've been reading this blog called Miss(ed) Manners for a short while now and am loving it. *All Hail Judith Martin & Emily Post. I remember researching Miss Manners when I was in 5th grade or so. At the time I thought, "wow, that old lady sure must have a lot of time to waste, all that talk about etiquette, now I appreciate her world wide education as I strongly feel that some people have absolutely, without a doubt, NOT A DAMN CLUE as to etiquette and general manners. Well anyways, point is; this blog is great! Check it out at: http://missedmanners.wordpress.com/

Things in the world according to Erik are wonderful, as the usually are. He's tapered off eatting like a little piggy, well, he still eats like a little piggy but I think having rice cereal & apple sauce for breakfast satisfies him greatly; he has been taking longer more (almost) scheduled naps, and seems more tired come bed time. All of the above I am greatly thankful for.

Further more... life throw shitty situations at wonderful people. Things are going great for me and the family at the moment, but I know a few people out there who just got served a heaping helping of crap. *BIG METAL HUGS* to Steff, MrResident, Jody, and Brieanna.

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