Cupcake Governess

I went back to work when Miss E was 8 wks old.  It didn’t take long for me to realize that was no longer where I belonged, so about a month later I was a stay at home mom.

Like an idiot I ASSUMED I would be like June Cleaver and have a spotless home and a piping hot dinner waiting for The Housepkant on the table when he got home from work.  Yeah right!  For the first month he came home to a crying baby, a messy house, and an even messier wife.  I mean a MESSY wife.  I think I went nearly 6 wks without shaving my legs… talk about a sex kitten!

Now, here I am, about 3 months into official stay at home mom status and I have managed to keep the dishes under control… and I think that’s about it.  Baby steps, right?  Baby steps.

My most recent venture, is our finances.  The housepkant put me in charge of finances and a budget.  Please let me explain that I have NEVER been good with or responsible with money.  So, with some awesome resource tips from friends I am trying to change the way we, as a family and I as an adult woman spend money.  Did I mention my house is still a disaster and I am trying to master 12 credit hours at school?

Now, Miss E.  She is one awesome kid!  She is rolling around and doing a pretty bang up job of sitting up on her own.  But she would rather be standing and bouncing.  She  has not time for baby things…she’s a girl on a mission and she is going places… if only her Jumperoo moved!  I have a hold me baby and maybe that is a result of her mommy (I’m not the ONLY guilty party) holding her all of the time.  But I guarantee that in 30 years, while people are wishing they would have spend more time with their babies…  I won’t be regretting holding her instead of getting the laundry done.  I’m no perfect momma, I let her pull on the dog’s ears and I let the dog lick her right in the face and she naps when and if she wants to and eats however much she pleases but she knows and loves her momma and that’s all that matters to me.

So here I am… back at blogging… vowing to do better…

Resuming my 365:

Something else I’ve accomplished in my absence: The perfect Fruit Pizza!  You likey?

Shit, being a stay at home mom is hard!

What is your best stay at home mom advice?

Day 8

Dad reading her to sleep or boring her to sleep…either way the goal was accomplished, sleep.

Day 9

“Mom, dad says my food looks like vomit!”

I’ve been away on business (aka. I was babysitting a friend’s kid) so I am catching up on my daily photos for the 365.

Day 6.

Drooling on her church dress.

Day 7.

She has discovered her thumb…now all things are right in her world.

Day 5.

The feet of a princess, the feet of an angel or the feet of God?  To me, all apply.

Found one. Day 4

Day 3.

This whole mom job has it’s moments.  Miss E had her 4 month well visit yesterday and I went prepared with my list of questions.

Because I’ve never arrived on time to anything in my life, I was 15 minutes late.  Guess what, they have a 15 minute grace period.  So once I got there they had to go check wit the doctor to see if she would still see me… oops.

So the nurse weighs and measures Miss E and leaves us to wait for the doctor. So we waited… and waited and waited. Can someone explain to me why I get treated like a dead beat when I’m 15 minuted late and the doctor makes me wait twice that!  Whatever.

So the doctor came in and while  looking over Miss E she asked me if she had rolled over yet.  Well… you see… did I mention she’s my first born?  She doesn’t really like to lay down… and since she sleeps with me *wince* no… she hasn’t rolled over yet. No sooner had I gotten the confession out of my mouth that my little brat rolled over, right there on the table, in front of the doctor. Seriously kid, couldn’t you have done that before I confessed  to being a sucker?

Then she asked how much is she eating and how often? Crap! She eats however much she wants whenever she wants to eat. *wince* That answered passes, Thank God!

Can someone explain to me how these crazy women on the Maury Show or Jerry Springer Show don’t know their “man” is cheating on them or don’t realize they are sneaking out at night to dress in drag but can raise a whole litter of kids?

This mom thing isn’t as easy as it looks!

We also found out yesterday we could start baby food.  First on the menu: sweet potatoes.  Success.  Day 2…

I like this whole 365 idea.  And since I’m a copy cat… I think I am going to take a stab at my own version.

Sadly though, I am NOT  a professional photographer… so it will just be a mommy taking pics of her sweet girl.  But I think it’s pretty awesome because she will have a years worth of pictures to look at when she gets older and let’s face it she is pretty darn cute!

So here’s #1 (leave it to me to start on a random day):  Momma’s Strawberry Shortcake!

“It ain’t fiction, just a natural fact. We come together cuz opposites attract.”

Paula Abdul once sang about a natural occurrence; the attracting nature of opposite personality traits.  Boy, does that woman know what she’s talking about… at least she did in 1988 when she released that song… not so much now in her drug induced fairy tale world.

The Housepkant and I are alike in many ways, but complete opposites in most.

“She makes the bed and he steals the covers” Every day I make the bed, and every night when we go to bed my wonderful husband grabs the covers and pulls them up as far as he can until they are coming un-tucked from the bottom of the bed.  That just burns my buttons…

“You like movies, and I like T.V.”  I am a sucker for the drama, crime shows.  The Housepkant calls them rape shows.  Every night, our local TV station has gifted me with an episode of Law & Order and every night, he complains about it being on and starts naming off movies titles from the other room.

Today, we were in the car from approximately 3 hours.  The Housepkant didn’t want to listen to “depressing” music on such a nasty, grey day so I, being the awesome wife that I am, forfeited radio rights so he could choose the music.  When we got about 10 miles from the house, there was a hostile take-over and I centered the music around the likes of Sir Elton John and Billy Joel.  My pouty husband made the realization that I am to music as he is to movies.  I like to listen to music based on my mood, even if that means 6 consecutive hours of Jason Mraz and he would prefer to leave his musical fate to the IPod’s shuffle feature.  He, however, can watch a movies 3 times in a row and for 3 days straight and I, might scratch my eye balls out if I have to watch one more minute of ‘Coraline’.

In spite of all of this, the Housepkant is my lobster.  These glitches in the path just provide entertainment for he and I… and hopefully for people looking in.

“Don’t think we’ll ever get our differences patched, don’t really matter cuz we’re perfectly matched.”

As I post this, the Houstpkant sits next to me with no idea of my post subject.  He just told me that he would put the remote control between us on the couch, so if he thought it was too quiet he could turn it up and when I thought it was too loud, I could turn it down.

Apparently, opposites attract.

How do opposites attract you and your “other”?

At 8 years old, you are confident that you know what you want to be when you “grow up.” You are sure you have the brains and self discipline to be a doctor, or lawyer or astronaut or something equally noble. Some carry that dream and ambition all way way to freshman year in college…some may change their minds a few times along the way.

Second semester, freshman year. WTF? No one signed me up for all of this work…AKA…change of major. Sophomore year of college….you have a whole new lease on life and a whole new plan of action. Some people actually go on to graduate and pursue that dream, and some, like me, drink their ambition away at the campus bars.

Fast forward, one house, husband and daughter later and I’m back to the drawing board. I am officially unemployed. The housepkant has been put through the emotions and mood swings that come along with being unemployed for the first time in my adult life. Nearly every night he gets home I plead with him to have a serious discussion with me about what the near and distant future holds for me and us.  We have had conversations about me being a stay at home mom, finishing my GG degree and finally and most recently, getting my teaching degree.  Have I lost my mind?

So tomorrow, I go meet with an advisor in the school of education to see what it would take for me to get my teaching degree and if it’s something I can accomplish before  I’m old and gray-er.

When I grow up….I want to be a teacher.  What do you want to be?