It’s Been A While

And there’s not really a lot to talk about.

Z is 6 months old, S is 3 months away from turning 5, and I’ve just been working on trying to get him ready for kindergarten. He can almost count to 20, write his name, recognise numbers and letters, match, find differences, do math with picture problems.

I think he’s pretty much ready. Now I just have to decide whether he’s going to go to school or not. He really wants to, so I’ve been looking at Montessori schools because there’s no way in Hell I’ll put him in a regular public school. I don’t know what we’re going to do after 6th grade (that’s all that the Montessori schools around here go to.).

I never knew how stressful it would be just making a decision about what kind of education my kids would have.

I always knew I would never put my child in an Arizona public school though.

 

Welcome to the New Year

So it’s about mid-January now, that means people have already made and given up on their New Year’s Resolutions.

Here, we’re just trying to get out of the Holiday-mode and get back into the swing of normal life until next fall and winter.

Z is 5 months old now, sitting up and trying her hardest to crawl already. S is more mouthy and annoying than ever… I guess you’re not really supposed to talk about your kids like that, but I’m an honest person and people should know about the reality of parenting, the sugar-coating that most people layer on top of it in order to make people less afraid of becoming parents. I can’t believe he’s going to be 5 in a few months! That being said, I can’t believe I’m going to be 25. I already make fun of O for almost being 30… Now I feel like I’m almost there and my life really is over.

I’m still trying to talk O into getting the snip. I don’t think he understands that I’m serious and that I don’t want anymore kids. Come on, honestly, I had come to the conclusion before meeting O that the only kids I would ever have is if the guy I ended up with already had kids. Well, plans never end up how they’re supposed to, I was supposed to go to Sacramento and go to college and lead a normal young people life… a child-free life. HAHAHA. I honestly wasn’t made for being a mother, it’s kind of just something that happened and now I’m one of those anal, overprotective, crunchy granola, hippy-type parents. When Obama was re-elected I CRIED and CRIED. I was just 1 month pregnant and this was not the world I wanted to bring a baby into, I started looking into countries that let Americans immigrate really easily.. Ecuador is still on my list for places to move. Now my focus is kind of on buying as many guns as possible to protect my babies from ObamaSo, from TOTAL FEAR and regret of bringing a child into the world in this country, to “How can I keep my babies safe when the shit blows up?” In reality, my biggest regret in life is being born American – because there’s literally no where I can go to run away from here. That doesn’t mean I’m not full-red-blooded patriotic… I just don’t want to be stuck with a psycho like Obama.

Alright, enough of my rantings…

It’s a New Year. I already talked about my plan to buy guns… I also want to buy a baby carrier. A Shiny Star Designs baby carrier. This is about $200-$300 folks… Wayyyy out of our normal price range for anything. I probably won’t get one, but I really really want one. I’m still paranoid about wearing Z on my back anyways… People always think they’re allowed to touch her and look at her. I’m totally overprotective: Don’t even gaze your eyeball on my baby, bitch.
Oh and I want to get an SUV/Crossover thingy that has third row seating. That way we have room to drive people in one car, or we can put stuff in our car when we move instead of taking a million trips..we could cut it down by half… Honestly, it’s jut impossible to find something where you can fit 2 god damn car seats and possibly be able to take one other person with you. I squish my fat ass into the back seat and let the extra person, whichever of my parents is going, take the front passenger seat. At this rate, we’re never going to get rid of O’s car or my old Honda. I would like to keep my blue car for everyday O’s work, good gas milage, and have the SUV for other shit or when we need room for more people… I’ll probably never get to have one.

Now that it is the New Year, I need to get back on track with homeschooling S. I’ve also decided that I probably can’t handle homeschooling him past preschool, so I’m hoping to find a good Montessori school for him to go to. We’ve already decided on one here and picked one where my mom lives, just in case we move up there to save money. S is really excited to go to “real school”. I’m excited just to get him out of the house. However, I wish they had afternoon half-days instead of morning classes no-matter whether you pick a full or half day. So he’ll probably go for the full day since a half day would just be morning. I wanted the late start though… Apparently they don’t do that in Arizona. I hate mornings…. and getting up. That’s why I missed half of the school days throughout my entire childhood!

Anyways, got to get off of here, life duties are calling me!

Christmas: TGIO

Thank God It’s Over!

Everything went pretty well, except Christmas Eve, as expected. Instead of having it at our house, my excuse for the house being tiny worked out and got us out of hosting the thing. Instead, I got tricked into being in the same place as my sister-in-law. Kept my kids away from her and made $170 out of the whole ordeal, not too bad for 1 hour of work.

Christmas was pretty good. S had a ton of fun and got everything he wanted and more. Train, toothbrushes, pajamas, clothes, cars, trucks, lotion, body spray, a Ninja Turtle, animal crackers… I think that about covers it. We went out to breakfast and dinner with Grandpa and Grandma. Z got a bunch of noisy things and things to chew on. And our dog got toys too, because Christmas is when we celebrate her birthday and she’s 9 years old now.

I’m glad the holidays are over, now I get to look forward to paying off all the credit cards I maxed out and the lack of money we’ll have left from the tax refund after they’re all paid off.

Christmas Eve…. DEATH!

This year I’m being forced to hosting my mother-in-law (MIL) and brother-in-law’s (BIL) family. Which wouldn’t be too bad if mother-in-law and sister-in-law’s (SIL) knocked-up daughter weren’t by default invited. I hate my husband’s family. The only sane ones in the bad bunch (immediate – from his mother’s side) are BIL and his daughters. Unfortunately, when MIL left father-in-law (FIL), she moved in with BIL and he hasn’t been able to get rid of her since.

Now I’m not one of those high-morality “don’t get pregnant until marriage” kind of people. But her mother is such a slut that both kids don’t know who their real fathers are, and her mom apparently slept with both the guy they were brought up believing was their father, and his son! Who is supposedly the daughter’s possible father. SIL is a straight up SLUT and I don’t like anyone from her own family. Nobody was raided right out of any of them, but can you be surprised, really?

So They normally do Christmas Eve crap (Like opening presents early, WTF?) at BIL and MIL’s house. But they had a fire and the house is black and smells like smoke.. So apparently that volunteers my house for them to ransack on Christmas Eve. I normally like to have a nice quiet peaceful Christmas as far away as humanly possible from these people. When it comes time for the Holiday season, I try to go to my parents’ houses. 

It’s just once, A. You can live through one night of hell with these psychos….

If SIL shows up, nobody is invited at all and they can all go suck it.
And no, not just because she’s a whore. She had the audacity when my son was born to grab a 2 day old baby out of my arms, pass him around the room, and tell him that he wasn’t my baby, but “theirs”. Which I won’t get into the details now, but the bitch isn’t even allowed to know where we live.

We All Hate Hospitals….But(explicit)

But sometimes they are a necessary evil… Or not? I don’t know.

Every-time I take someone to the hospital it ends up being a waste of time and money. Which I guess is one reason to be glad to be dirt-poor, we don’t have to pay for it! It’s ridiculous that you’re forced to stay or else the state will take your kids away, even after tests return negative – “just in case“.

O-M-G, people, please don’t ever tell anyone in the emergency room that you don’t vaccinate. Everything becomes “because you don’t vaccinate….” Yeah, bitch, because I didn’t do years of research and THEN make the decision not to vax. My baby isn’t even old enough for the vaccine you’re whining about so it wouldn’t make a difference if I DID!

*Note to retarded self-righteous wannabe-doctors(not an MD): Don’t try scaring a non-vaxing parent, usually we know more about the vaccine than you because we don’t get paid by the big pharma company and we don’t only read the company-given pamphlets telling, “Why you need this.” Including complete lists of ingredients, side-effects, long-term effects, and other shit they don’t want you to know and the FDA doesn’t require to be told to the public because the government wants to fuck us over! I’ve done the research and the risks completely overshadow and outweigh the supposed “benefits”. Also, stop being so fucking snoody and “tsk-tsking” other peoples’ God(or self, if you don’t believe in a God)-given parental choices. I don’t for a second wonder why there are posters all around ER saying “It’s a felony to harm a medical worker.” YOUR DUMB ASS NEEDS PUNCHED IN THE FACE!
By the way, you tortured my child for nothing, CUNT.*

I would like to thank the actual doctors and nurses outside of the ER for being ultra kind, considerate, understanding, helpful, caring, and all-around NICE… And making our 48-hour stay bearable.
Well, besides the doctor on the first day and the nurse on the first night, I could have totally done without them. But Ben, Helena, Vicki, Sarah, and Scott were super awesome!

Regarding CPS’ use as complete OVERKILL in everyday society in America:
It’s complete BULLSHIT that parents are bullied into receiving medical care and unwanted advice at the threat of having our children taken away. The government needs to get its ass in check, we own you, not the other way around! Save CPS resources for people actually posing a threat to children, like the abusers that you allow to keep their children and beat the shit out of them while doing drugs.

First we were told that we could go home when the test results came back negative for everything. Then we were told to stay in the hospital for 2 days while the cultures are tested. Now my baby cries every-time she poops or sits because she was given antibiotics and disposable-diapers after knowing her tests were negative with only a 20% chance of becoming positive in the next 48-hours. You’re not allowed to remind them of what they first said or CPS get called. Unless a doctor is specifically saying, “the baby will die or get worse.” I don’t think you have the right to say a person is neglecting their child or putting them in danger. Nobody knows their babies like parents, and the body is this magical thing that has done it’s own medical care for thousands of years without “professionals”.
I’m not pissed about the stay because I was expecting it. But had it been a “oh shit” kind of hospital run and test came out fine but we were incarcerated anyways? Yeah I’d have been fucking pissed, because once you step foot in a hospital – you lose all of your human rights and become a prisoner until you’re allowed to leave.
Or else you get your family taken from you. Which is the main reason I hate hospitals. Besides the fact that the medical “professionals” are mainly stuck-up, snoody, brown-nosers who think they shit gold bricks. Luckily on this trip we actually got really good care and only the ER people were worthless pieces of shit.

Banner Cardon Children’s – Mesa
I think you rate my best hospital stay EVER: 6/10 *****

It would have been 10 if it weren’t for your shitty ER staff!… and those first night people.

I’m just glad to be home with my poor unnecessarily diaper-rashed baby who is otherwise in perfect health. ❤

Finally Did It! (Explicit language)

I sent my friend a text message yesterday saying that after this week I won’t watch her kids anymore.

However, I don’t think she took me very seriously seeing as how she reminded me tonight that starting next week she’ll no longer have Tuesdays off of work. *facepalm*
Her little brats were worse than ever, even after her threatening them before she left for work this morning. What kind of children destroy an entire string of Christmas lights by ripping off the bulbs or smashing them to bits!? Needless to say, we can no longer go in our own backyard barefoot anymore! I fucking hate them. Not to mention, that shit costs money! I don’t even feed the little fuckers anymore because they ate all of the food their mom brought over, and I refuse to feed them my food or else we’ll have a completely empty fridge like last week. Depressing.

Nothing to make you completely hate children that aren’t yours than by watching other peoples’ little brats.

Right?

*Sigh*

If she shows up at my door next Monday, I’m not going to answer the fucking door….Yeah right.

I hate being such a pussy ass doormat.

Operation Christmas – Lights!!

I got a few decorations up, lights in the front window, garland/wreath lights inside, lights on the balcony facing the street…

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It’s not a lot, but it is a start to getting the house ready for the holidays. Now I need to make a decision about getting rid of our older sofa in order to make space in the living room for the tree in front of the window. It’s kind of a hard thing to decide because it was the first couch we bought together, it’s a vintage custom 70’s sofa that the previous owner sent off for from the east coast, and I really like it, it’s comfortable! Our newer couch is the same type of velour-ish stuff, and probably made in about the same year, but it’s harder than our original sofa and I guess I just can’t compare it to our original because it doesn’t have the same history. I’m attached to the old one. Heh… Material things you put emotion in right? My son peed on that couch during potty training! (Of course it’s been washed, which is why two of the cushion-covers shrunk, ha!)

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

it’s not perfect, but it’s kind of pretty 😉