Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Pouring My Heart Out: A Few Things

This is my first link up with Shell's Pour my Heart Out link party, so I thought I would start big for everyone and pour my heart out about a mishmash of different topics.

--For the life of me, I can't find a bra that will fit me. I'm in the process of weaning Toph and my girls are all over the place. I'm pretty sure the left on is dry but the right one's cup overfloweth, if you catch my drift. So, in my 38D bra, one side is spilling out and the other is too small for the cup, making me look like I'm wearing someone else's bra. It's annoying and it makes me feel extremely self conscious.

So I've got that going for me.

--I'm pretty angry about the budget crisis my state is facing. It means the education budget is being slashed dramatically, thus putting all the inner city school children in even more dire straits that what they were. Say what you will, but the demographic of children who will be hit the hardest are my kids. The inner city kids. The higher demo will ride this storm and no one will really know the difference.
--I'd be a terrible stay at home mom. It's what I want to do more than anything, however I think I would thoroughly stink at the "home" part of the job description. I can't seem to get anything cleaned, cooked or DONE while staying at home with my boy. The mom part I've got down; we play, we read, we fuss, we eat, we nap. It's the other part I'm having hard time with. My husband really puts me to shame, which compounds my problem. I came home the other night from a wedding shower and the house was pristine, he was in the middle of pureeing veggies, the baby was bathed and in bed and the carpet was vacuumed. What am I doing wrong?

--Sometimes, I find a random blog that I read and it bothers me but I read it anyway. I never follow or comment on these blogs, but I continue to read them even though I am pretty sure this person and I would not be friends in real life. I always come away feeling...lesser after having read this blog. I'll admit; today I wanted to leave a snarky comment as she told us about her sponsored post but never mentioned the product at all.  Come on. Alas, I didn't leave the comment and have vowed to not visit the site if it makes me feel that way. (No, it's not your blog in case you're wondering. This person FOR SURE does not read my wonderful writing, nor do her posts come through my dashboard.)

PMS Pictures, Images and Photos
--There are times when I feel unsettled and I can't think of why.  I have to backtrack and think about the events that led up to right now, to try and figure out why my soul is not still.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  Sometimes, it's plain old PMS.


Brittney said...

I am in school to be a teacher right now to and im thankful i have a year or so before i graduate because of the budget cuts.

I am a stay at home mom and i suck at it so dont feel bad lol

Shell said...

I had that same bra problem- my oldest refused my left side after the first 3 months. So, my right was huge and my lfet was all small and sad. I was so lopsided.

Try not to go to that blog if it bothers you. So many awesome ones out there instead!

The BabbyMama said...

I am jealous of your awesome housekeeper of a husband! Mine has gotten better over the years but I can't even imagine coming home to a pristine house. I'd probably fall over dead on the spot!

Nancy StylenDecorDeals said...

Why do the kids and teachers always have to suffer when there are budget cuts? So unfair!

I'm a new google reader follower from the hop! Love your blog!

Valerie @ My-2-cents said...

Hello, I am a new follower. I would love it if you would visit my blog and follow me back at Valerie @ My-2-Cents

Thank you
Have a blessed week!

Lauren said...

You make me laugh!

The Tame Lion said...

I need to go to the hospital to stop the laughs....

Eve said...

OMG dude I read blogs like that too and I NEVER comment. EVER!! Yeah there are some people who make it seem so easy. I feel better by telling myself that she's probably ugly and her hair must smell like rotten queso.

Good Lord, we have A LOT in common!

Anastasia said...

I catch myself listening to news or radio stations that just end up making me angry.