Pardon me for a second while I am an asshole.
I understand that we went through a really traumatic event. Maybe it hasn't even hit me fully. Yes, I cried. I was a basket case for 2 days. Then, I just stopped crying. I haven't cried once since about the whole thing. I snapped out of whatever it was and have been moving on. Yes, I have had anxiety issues, but I do the best I can and move on. With that said... dear boyfriend of mine, I am so tired of hearing about your lack of sense of smell/taste since the incident. I am not blowing it off, but if you refuse to do anything about it. I refuse to hear about it anymore. You had a panic attack when we were cleaning out the storage unit. You were in a closed up van and the smell got to you. I get it, I really do. Your body's way of coping is to shut down your sense of smell. I am not a doctor of any sort but it seems pretty damn logical to me. The options you have to fix it are going to involve medication and/or therapy of some sort. I am just losing my ability to be sympathetic to you if you won't do anything about it. There are only so many times I can listen to you talk about it before I lose it. The topic is wearing oh so thin with me right now.
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Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
What's been up
Nothing much new on my end. Too much working, too little sleep. I feel like I am constantly tired and could sleep hours upon hours and hours if uninterrupted.
The biggest deal in my life lately?? Another stint in the ER. Friday night Rob and I were hanging out in the kitchen. (For some reason this is the place we hang out and talk... weird.) I was sitting on the kitchen counter, I jumped off the counter, lost my footing and managed to smack my face. No, I was not drunk. Honestly, this would be a much more entertaining story if I was. I am pretty graceful, not sure if you knew that or not. I split the inside of my lip with one of my teeth. No broken face bones or chipped teeth, so I would say that I was more than happy to deal with a teeny bit of blood and the probability of a fat lip. The next couple days it is uncomfortable, but not overly swollen. I had a minor bruise below my lip, but I managed to cake about 4 pounds of make up on it and no one was the wiser. Fast forward to Tuesday, my lip is big. Like legit fat lip big. I am popping ibprofen and icing the thing ALL DAY long. I was googling remedies to reduce swelling. I was doing everything that I could. Wednesday morning was even worse. In a matter of a couple hours my lip had doubled in size. As a last ditch effort I took a couple Benadryl in case it was allergy related. After waking up from my Benadryl coma (that shit knocks me out... like watch out, bitch needs to sleep) my lip was bigger still. I simply told Rob he had to drive me to the ER. I wasn't about to deal with the kids in the ER, so I was going to have to brave it myself. I was all super strong until the nurse starts messing with it. She is poking and squeezing. I am 29 and was crying like a teensy little baby. The doctor told me that they were going to need to drain my lip. I had an infection and they were going to get as much out as possible. Then, he explained to me that they were going to shoot something into my mouth, with a needle (YIKES!!) and then dig around in my lip to get out the infection. Hi, my name is Kimm and I am freaking the fuck out at this point. As soon as he left the room I called my mom. I was playing it off like I was keeping her up to date on the situation. She asked if I was OK and I lost my mind. God bless her wonderful soul, she left work (which happens to be across the street from the hospital) and came right over. She held my hand as I cried hysterically because I was panicing about the shot... in my face. I was nervous. I sobbed like a child and had to be talked down by my mom and an EMT that just wanted to make sure that I was OK. (She had noticed that I was alone in the beginning, she wanted to make sure that there was someone there with me during this shinanny.) The lady who did the digging... just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. There was a point in time where I just wanted to scream at her to leave me the fuck alone for a minute. Turns out the shot that they gave me numbed a nerve that runs the whole bottom half of my face. Problem was, I was still in some serious pain from them squeezing, etc. The EMT told me that the numbness isn't able to work past the infection, which is why I was still in pain. The discharge nurse made sure that I got a couple vicodan to take right then and there before I left. :) God bless that wonderful discharge nurse. As I left the ER my lip was bigger than it was when I got there, plus it had split open on top and was bleeding from the pressure, oh, and I have a nice little bruise under my lip. Plus side??? I had a Rx for tylenol 3 with codine and an antibiotic, my face was numb, I had taken 2 pain killers, my mom was there to make me feel better and she bought me a shake on the way home. I haven't really moved from my bed since then. Emma makes a mean ice pack and gets water at lightening speed. Arabel is fantastic at cuddling with me. Rob has made sure that I have food, and runs errands that needed to be done, and wakes me up to take my medication. Rest was a strict doctor's order. As of very early Friday morning (2:15am ish) my lip is almost back to its normal size. There is still some swelling but it is feeling better. Please note that I am not some crazy pain killer addict... before I went in to the ER I had spent the last 24 hours in serious pain from this. At this point, I am not ready to let my medication lapse to see how bad the pain is, I know what they did to me... I am no super woman.
*If you want to see what it looked like... let me know. I will post a picture, I just don't want to offend anyone.
The biggest deal in my life lately?? Another stint in the ER. Friday night Rob and I were hanging out in the kitchen. (For some reason this is the place we hang out and talk... weird.) I was sitting on the kitchen counter, I jumped off the counter, lost my footing and managed to smack my face. No, I was not drunk. Honestly, this would be a much more entertaining story if I was. I am pretty graceful, not sure if you knew that or not. I split the inside of my lip with one of my teeth. No broken face bones or chipped teeth, so I would say that I was more than happy to deal with a teeny bit of blood and the probability of a fat lip. The next couple days it is uncomfortable, but not overly swollen. I had a minor bruise below my lip, but I managed to cake about 4 pounds of make up on it and no one was the wiser. Fast forward to Tuesday, my lip is big. Like legit fat lip big. I am popping ibprofen and icing the thing ALL DAY long. I was googling remedies to reduce swelling. I was doing everything that I could. Wednesday morning was even worse. In a matter of a couple hours my lip had doubled in size. As a last ditch effort I took a couple Benadryl in case it was allergy related. After waking up from my Benadryl coma (that shit knocks me out... like watch out, bitch needs to sleep) my lip was bigger still. I simply told Rob he had to drive me to the ER. I wasn't about to deal with the kids in the ER, so I was going to have to brave it myself. I was all super strong until the nurse starts messing with it. She is poking and squeezing. I am 29 and was crying like a teensy little baby. The doctor told me that they were going to need to drain my lip. I had an infection and they were going to get as much out as possible. Then, he explained to me that they were going to shoot something into my mouth, with a needle (YIKES!!) and then dig around in my lip to get out the infection. Hi, my name is Kimm and I am freaking the fuck out at this point. As soon as he left the room I called my mom. I was playing it off like I was keeping her up to date on the situation. She asked if I was OK and I lost my mind. God bless her wonderful soul, she left work (which happens to be across the street from the hospital) and came right over. She held my hand as I cried hysterically because I was panicing about the shot... in my face. I was nervous. I sobbed like a child and had to be talked down by my mom and an EMT that just wanted to make sure that I was OK. (She had noticed that I was alone in the beginning, she wanted to make sure that there was someone there with me during this shinanny.) The lady who did the digging... just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. There was a point in time where I just wanted to scream at her to leave me the fuck alone for a minute. Turns out the shot that they gave me numbed a nerve that runs the whole bottom half of my face. Problem was, I was still in some serious pain from them squeezing, etc. The EMT told me that the numbness isn't able to work past the infection, which is why I was still in pain. The discharge nurse made sure that I got a couple vicodan to take right then and there before I left. :) God bless that wonderful discharge nurse. As I left the ER my lip was bigger than it was when I got there, plus it had split open on top and was bleeding from the pressure, oh, and I have a nice little bruise under my lip. Plus side??? I had a Rx for tylenol 3 with codine and an antibiotic, my face was numb, I had taken 2 pain killers, my mom was there to make me feel better and she bought me a shake on the way home. I haven't really moved from my bed since then. Emma makes a mean ice pack and gets water at lightening speed. Arabel is fantastic at cuddling with me. Rob has made sure that I have food, and runs errands that needed to be done, and wakes me up to take my medication. Rest was a strict doctor's order. As of very early Friday morning (2:15am ish) my lip is almost back to its normal size. There is still some swelling but it is feeling better. Please note that I am not some crazy pain killer addict... before I went in to the ER I had spent the last 24 hours in serious pain from this. At this point, I am not ready to let my medication lapse to see how bad the pain is, I know what they did to me... I am no super woman.
*If you want to see what it looked like... let me know. I will post a picture, I just don't want to offend anyone.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Pissing and moaning to commence
You have been warned, a pity party for me is in session.
It seems like we can't catch a break. No house after being strung along for 3 weeks. We can't find anything else right now. We have needs and nothing is meeting those needs that we have found. I am frustrated and annoyed. Not to mention the fact that I would like to punch that seller in the gut for stringing us along for so long and then... boom, psych!!! You can't have it. Blech.
The J.O.B. sucks my ass. I got screwed into taking different shifts and essentially losing serious cash every week. Not to mention that now I am management again, which just means more headache. This reminds me why I quit 2 years ago. Trust me, the idea of a regular ole job is super appealing to me right now. (Minus that whole, not being at home with the kids thing.) A job that offers insurance!! The idea of having health care would literally make me scream with joy. No worrying about how much this is going to end up costing me. Did I even mention that we are open regular hours on Easter??? Tomorrow, I get to break the news to my kids and my mom/family that mommy can't do anything, I have to work. What a joke. Is Easter that big of a deal to me as a holiday? Nope. The point is that it is a freaking holiday and holidays are meant to spend with family. I instead will be with a bunch of girls at work while they are all bitching about the fact that they aren't able to be with their family. Sounds super fun huh? Anyone want to trade?
It seems like we can't catch a break. No house after being strung along for 3 weeks. We can't find anything else right now. We have needs and nothing is meeting those needs that we have found. I am frustrated and annoyed. Not to mention the fact that I would like to punch that seller in the gut for stringing us along for so long and then... boom, psych!!! You can't have it. Blech.
The J.O.B. sucks my ass. I got screwed into taking different shifts and essentially losing serious cash every week. Not to mention that now I am management again, which just means more headache. This reminds me why I quit 2 years ago. Trust me, the idea of a regular ole job is super appealing to me right now. (Minus that whole, not being at home with the kids thing.) A job that offers insurance!! The idea of having health care would literally make me scream with joy. No worrying about how much this is going to end up costing me. Did I even mention that we are open regular hours on Easter??? Tomorrow, I get to break the news to my kids and my mom/family that mommy can't do anything, I have to work. What a joke. Is Easter that big of a deal to me as a holiday? Nope. The point is that it is a freaking holiday and holidays are meant to spend with family. I instead will be with a bunch of girls at work while they are all bitching about the fact that they aren't able to be with their family. Sounds super fun huh? Anyone want to trade?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
well...
No house. We just got the email. I pretty much quit today. Plus, with Vandy effing my bracket... March Madness isn't looking so hot for me either.
Over and out.
Over and out.
Friday, July 10, 2009
so much for being responsible
I was trying to be responsible. I meet with an AFLAC rep last week and bought 4 policies to cover me and the girls. It just so happened that Arabel ended up going to the ER with an injury. I am trying to make a claim... which is the idea of supplemental insurance. I get paid when an injury occurs. Well, an injury occurred and I am trying to get paid. The stupid hospital will not give me the information that I need. WILL NOT. I was very short with the lady on the phone... Rob spent hours yesterday getting transferred around and 13 different numbers to call. When he thought that he just might have finally got someone who could help, he got hung up on. I waited on hold for 35 minutes before I spoke to someone. They told me, "Sorry, we don't use that form. Oh and since she has Medicaid, they won't give you what you need." What in the hell do you mean, too bad?? Anyway you look at it I am pissed. I was pissed about the fact that I am getting money taken out of my check for something that I am not going to be able to use. Then, I calmed down and called my rep. He told me to send in everything that I have, he is hoping that AFLAC can work some magic and get me what I need. Fingers crossed.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
FML
I need a new job, yesterday. The owners treat me like ass. Today a friend of mine walks into the office to speak to said owner about a rumor that was going around about her stealing. YUP, STEALING. Guess what got glossed over... oh yeh that whole stealing thing. Somehow, this turns into Kimm doing everything wrong ever. Seriously? We jump from stealing to me talking. TALKING! I asked a mutual friend of ours, so what is up with so and so. There is talk that she is stealing. That was the extent of it. Friend B says something to friend A and next thing you know. Friend A is in the office crying and worrying about her job. This turns into well, if Kimm wouldn't breathe the world would be a better place. I am tired of getting shit on. I have been at that damn place for 5 1/2 years. I used to be a damn manager. (Not anymore due to my choice. I took a much needed hiatus when I was pregnant with Arabel.) I am not saying that I am perfect, far from it. However, I DO NOT deserve the shit that I get. This isn't the first time... recently, another bartender was caught giving away the bar- literally stealing money from their pockets. She gets pulled from the bar and put on the floor. What happens? Owner starts bitching that she would rather have Theify behind the bar than me. Whaaattt? Am I the only one who doesn't get this logic? She comes up with all sorts of elaborate (and false) stories about how everyone hates me. Really? Well, they all hide it very well from me then. So basically my day started by getting a phone call from my friend and manager there giving me the heads up about what went down. She defended me, which she always does... it just gets obnoxious. I shouldn't have to have my friend/manager standing up for me all the time. I shouldn't be getting shit that much. I have once again been reduced to tears to getting crapped all over. I have no idea what it was that I did to wrong owner so bad, but geez. I am now looking for other options job wise. Perfect economic timing huh?
So now I will sit here feeling sorry for myself.
So now I will sit here feeling sorry for myself.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Case of the Mondays.
I am so blah the last couple days. I think that work is taking so much out of me. I feel exhausted almost all the time. Today was an internal power struggle to make myself get up. I am pretty sure that I could have slept for 15 straight hours, if not more. Taking Friday off this week (so Em and I can go to Playhouse Disney Live) is forcing me to work Wednesday. Wednesday is one of my typical off days. Can you tell how effing thrilled I am to have to work again on Wednesday? Blech. I have even contemplated quitting, though I like the people that I work with... well, for the most part.
I honestly don't have much else going on lately. Em has stopped being the DEVIL. Which is a nice break for me. After last week I was looking into boarding schools that took 4 year olds. You think that I am kidding? Try getting strawberry syrup out of the carpet.
I did have a bit of a panic attack yesterday. I realized that Arabel will be ONE in 6 short weeks. Seriously, when did that happen? I am very not OK with the idea of my sweet little peanut being one. I have to start figuring out what in the hell I am going to do for her party. Theme ideas anyone?
I honestly don't have much else going on lately. Em has stopped being the DEVIL. Which is a nice break for me. After last week I was looking into boarding schools that took 4 year olds. You think that I am kidding? Try getting strawberry syrup out of the carpet.
I did have a bit of a panic attack yesterday. I realized that Arabel will be ONE in 6 short weeks. Seriously, when did that happen? I am very not OK with the idea of my sweet little peanut being one. I have to start figuring out what in the hell I am going to do for her party. Theme ideas anyone?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Bad, better, worse
Today started out terribly. Emma has been horrific lately. Her morning behavior is well... the worst I have seen in a long time. I have spent hours cleaning up her mess today and I am not even close to being done. As far as she knows, I am throwing away her play kitchen. (Really evil mommy me is putting it in the laundry room until a later date.) If anyone knows of a way to get strawberry syrup out of the carpet, please share. Yes, you read that correctly... strawberry syrup. 8am this morning was the wake up call for that hot mess. At least it is primarily sugar so the sheets, crib, walls and both girls came clean without much effort.
My state refund did hit my account today, so that was nice. Yay for the day getting better. Rob and I decided to run some errands. Shopping always make a girl feel better. Right? Too bad the purchases were basically toilet paper and toothbrushes. I was really hoping for something for me, but I will be satisfied with the Glade Plug In for the moment I guess. I happened to spy Guitar Hero III and BOOM! I realized I want Guitar Hero. I got Guitar Hero III and Aerosmith and a kick ass Les Paul guitar. So, I was pretty pumped about that.
Which brings me to the second part of better. My friend, Tamara, emails me and asks if I would be able to grab a drink with her. She had a rough day at work and I was having a rough day. We were going to hit a couple craft stores so I could get some yarn. Yes, yarn has the ability to make me happy at the moment. We set up for 6pm.
6:00 comes and goes and I hear nothing, I get no answer, I get nothing. Know what I got? Stood up. Awesome. Today this is not what I needed. Now, I am sitting here with a severely bruised ego and am pissy. I really needed out tonight. I needed the friend to hang out with and to pick out yarn. Yes, I am fully aware that I could have gone to the craft store myself. *whiney* I don't want to go the store myself. I wanted to hang out. *end whine* I need to get a sandwich and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Maybe Karamel Sutra will make me feel better.
My state refund did hit my account today, so that was nice. Yay for the day getting better. Rob and I decided to run some errands. Shopping always make a girl feel better. Right? Too bad the purchases were basically toilet paper and toothbrushes. I was really hoping for something for me, but I will be satisfied with the Glade Plug In for the moment I guess. I happened to spy Guitar Hero III and BOOM! I realized I want Guitar Hero. I got Guitar Hero III and Aerosmith and a kick ass Les Paul guitar. So, I was pretty pumped about that.
Which brings me to the second part of better. My friend, Tamara, emails me and asks if I would be able to grab a drink with her. She had a rough day at work and I was having a rough day. We were going to hit a couple craft stores so I could get some yarn. Yes, yarn has the ability to make me happy at the moment. We set up for 6pm.
6:00 comes and goes and I hear nothing, I get no answer, I get nothing. Know what I got? Stood up. Awesome. Today this is not what I needed. Now, I am sitting here with a severely bruised ego and am pissy. I really needed out tonight. I needed the friend to hang out with and to pick out yarn. Yes, I am fully aware that I could have gone to the craft store myself. *whiney* I don't want to go the store myself. I wanted to hang out. *end whine* I need to get a sandwich and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Maybe Karamel Sutra will make me feel better.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Say Whhhaaaaatttt???
OK a disclaimer: I am a really nice person, most of the time.
The MIL is a thorn in my side. I really can't wait until she is gone from my livingroom. I have already bitched enough about her in my previous post, but really it is that bad. I promise. You are more than welcome to borrow her if you want. I will totally let you. One upside: she is doing the laundry. Hey, I hate laundry. More power to her. Here I go bitching again. Remember how I am a creature of habit?? Well, I still fold my bathroom towels the way we folded them when I worked at Target. (And, I didn't normally work in the part of the store that had to fold towels. I worked in softlines which is clothing. Can you see where this is going??) She folds all the clothes wrong. I know, I know, I should be greatful. It literally eats at me, and I contemplate re-folding all the clothes, because I am anal like that. I totally do re-fold all of the towels, because that shit bugs the hell out of me.
Rob is getting annoyed because I am bitching about her. He wants me to start bitching at her. Guess what?? I hate confrontation so that is so not going to happen. Instead, I will come here and bitch until my face is blue. Good thing that that I have good friends that I can call and vent too.
The MIL is a thorn in my side. I really can't wait until she is gone from my livingroom. I have already bitched enough about her in my previous post, but really it is that bad. I promise. You are more than welcome to borrow her if you want. I will totally let you. One upside: she is doing the laundry. Hey, I hate laundry. More power to her. Here I go bitching again. Remember how I am a creature of habit?? Well, I still fold my bathroom towels the way we folded them when I worked at Target. (And, I didn't normally work in the part of the store that had to fold towels. I worked in softlines which is clothing. Can you see where this is going??) She folds all the clothes wrong. I know, I know, I should be greatful. It literally eats at me, and I contemplate re-folding all the clothes, because I am anal like that. I totally do re-fold all of the towels, because that shit bugs the hell out of me.
Rob is getting annoyed because I am bitching about her. He wants me to start bitching at her. Guess what?? I hate confrontation so that is so not going to happen. Instead, I will come here and bitch until my face is blue. Good thing that that I have good friends that I can call and vent too.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I really do love Playhouse Disney
Rob's mom has been here for a couple weeks now. I am annoyed. I am really trying not to be, but I am. She needs help with the microwave all the time. (Seriously??? It's a damn microwave, not rocket science.) I have 2 kids already, the last thing that I need is someone else to make meals for. She watches weird shows (normally involving killing and crime). I am a creature of habit. We turn on Playhouse Disney in the livingroom and leave it on. The kids don't sit and watch hours of TV, but at least this way I know that they are watching kid friendly/educational stuff. She has taken over the couch (the big couch) so Rob and I are stuck on the tiny ass love seat together. Cozy right? No. I am used to having the big couch and he has the little couch, that is just how we roll. We are starting to get on each others nerves because we are practically on top of each other all of the time. Emma won't even come out of her room if I am not in the livingroom. She has been soooo clingy lately. All of a sudden she wants to sleep with us and the whole deal. She has never, ever slept with us. To be honest that is not a habit that I would like to start at 4.
Emma has been sick the past couple nights. Can you believe that I had lived the past 4 years as a mother without having to clean up puke. That streak ended on Monday night. The poor girl was covered and unhappy. She is finally feeling better. I am so relieved because I hated when she felt like crap and there was nothing that I could do.
Emma has been sick the past couple nights. Can you believe that I had lived the past 4 years as a mother without having to clean up puke. That streak ended on Monday night. The poor girl was covered and unhappy. She is finally feeling better. I am so relieved because I hated when she felt like crap and there was nothing that I could do.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Mom on a rampage
You know how you see something and you get sooo upset when you see it you have no idea how to respond?? That is exactly how I felt when I saw the new "mom-versation" from Motrin. I am definitely more open about "crunchy" baby products now than I was with Emma. I am a babywearer, I go to local babywearing meetings, I love my carrier. With that said... I am literally flabbergasted with the new ad they are running. (If you are interested it is just on the motrin homepage. I will not link them as I don't want more click throughs from my blog.)
Here is the word for word from the ad:
"Wearing your baby seems to be in fashion.
I mean, in theory it’s a great idea.
There’s the front baby carrier, sling, schwing, wrap, pouch.
And who knows what else they’ve come up with. Wear your baby on your side, your front, go hands free.
Supposedly, it’s a real bonding experience.
They say that babies carried close to the bod tend to cry less than others.
But what about me? Do moms that wear their babies cry more than those who don’t?
I sure do!
These things put a ton of strain on your back, your neck, your shoulders. Did I mention your back?!
I mean, I’ll put up with the pain because it’s a good kind of pain; it’s for my kid.
Plus, it totally makes me look like an official mom.
And so if I look tired and crazy, people will understand why."
Seriously? Seriously?? Let me just touch on why I am so annoyed.
Let's start with how in fashion it is. Really? So a ridiculous VP was seen wearing her baby, celebs are wearing their babies so now it is the cool, hip, trendy thing to do? No, moms (and dads for that matter) have been wearing their little ones for... well, basically since the beginning of babies. My mom wore me when I was a tot, guess she was almost 30 years ahead of the trend.
In theory it is a good idea. Really? Not in theory, it is a good idea if it fits with your parenting style.
Supposedly, it is a great bonding experience. Well, actually it is a great bonding experience. Thanks to babywearing I have the ability to throw in a load of laundry, do the dishes, run after a crazy kid... all while having my baby close to me. You can nurse in a carrier. I mean hands free nursing? Yeah. Take that supposedly.
I have never once even been in an ounce of pain while babywearing. If you are, you need to adjust your carry. Carriers are made to distribute the weight evenly across your torso and hips evenly. That is why people can wear their kids for hours upon end with no problem. The mom that is in so much pain, that they need a painkiller... please do some reading online, find a local group, go to a birthing center, get help on your carry. There is no shame in asking for help. Maybe you just don't have the best carrier pick for you and your baby.
It totally makes me look like an official mom. Really? I guess carrying a kid around for 9 months doesn't do that.
If I look so tired and crazy people know why. Again, really? How about a baby up every couple hours and crying? I think that has made me far more crazy than babywearing.
I have already written an email to Motrin explaining my distaste for the ad. I think that it makes them look ignorant. I can't wait to see what their retort is. Whoever approved this ad should lose their job. Maybe they should try babywearing before contorting it to make it seem like such a painful experience. The condescending tone is another issue. Congrats Motrin on making moms all over pissed off beyond belief at your ignorance. It will be a cold day in hell before they get any of my money.
Poor timing as well... the ad started playing during babywearing week. Wow just wow.
Here is the word for word from the ad:
"Wearing your baby seems to be in fashion.
I mean, in theory it’s a great idea.
There’s the front baby carrier, sling, schwing, wrap, pouch.
And who knows what else they’ve come up with. Wear your baby on your side, your front, go hands free.
Supposedly, it’s a real bonding experience.
They say that babies carried close to the bod tend to cry less than others.
But what about me? Do moms that wear their babies cry more than those who don’t?
I sure do!
These things put a ton of strain on your back, your neck, your shoulders. Did I mention your back?!
I mean, I’ll put up with the pain because it’s a good kind of pain; it’s for my kid.
Plus, it totally makes me look like an official mom.
And so if I look tired and crazy, people will understand why."
Seriously? Seriously?? Let me just touch on why I am so annoyed.
Let's start with how in fashion it is. Really? So a ridiculous VP was seen wearing her baby, celebs are wearing their babies so now it is the cool, hip, trendy thing to do? No, moms (and dads for that matter) have been wearing their little ones for... well, basically since the beginning of babies. My mom wore me when I was a tot, guess she was almost 30 years ahead of the trend.
In theory it is a good idea. Really? Not in theory, it is a good idea if it fits with your parenting style.
Supposedly, it is a great bonding experience. Well, actually it is a great bonding experience. Thanks to babywearing I have the ability to throw in a load of laundry, do the dishes, run after a crazy kid... all while having my baby close to me. You can nurse in a carrier. I mean hands free nursing? Yeah. Take that supposedly.
I have never once even been in an ounce of pain while babywearing. If you are, you need to adjust your carry. Carriers are made to distribute the weight evenly across your torso and hips evenly. That is why people can wear their kids for hours upon end with no problem. The mom that is in so much pain, that they need a painkiller... please do some reading online, find a local group, go to a birthing center, get help on your carry. There is no shame in asking for help. Maybe you just don't have the best carrier pick for you and your baby.
It totally makes me look like an official mom. Really? I guess carrying a kid around for 9 months doesn't do that.
If I look so tired and crazy people know why. Again, really? How about a baby up every couple hours and crying? I think that has made me far more crazy than babywearing.
I have already written an email to Motrin explaining my distaste for the ad. I think that it makes them look ignorant. I can't wait to see what their retort is. Whoever approved this ad should lose their job. Maybe they should try babywearing before contorting it to make it seem like such a painful experience. The condescending tone is another issue. Congrats Motrin on making moms all over pissed off beyond belief at your ignorance. It will be a cold day in hell before they get any of my money.
Poor timing as well... the ad started playing during babywearing week. Wow just wow.
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