Why Do I Even Bother?

In reference to my last post:

1. If you don't have the guts to say who you are when you leave a comment, then don't leave one! Besides, I have an account with statcounter.com, so I know who reads my blog at what times and where they come from. Pretty easy to find out who you are. Might as well leave your name. Wimpiness irks me more than your comment does.


2. My blog is just that--my blog about my honest thoughts and feelings. You don't have to like them, and if you don't, you can rant about it on your blog.


3. Thank you, Clarissa, for being the only one to get my post! I was just trying to make light of a situation I have no control over. It's called humor, people. I know there is another side to things, but I was venting, not crafting an argument paper.

I swear, whenever I write my opinions, all I get is arguments, even when it's actually serious stuff and not just poop I'm complaining about. But when other people write about their feelings, they get a million comments overflowing with sympathy.

P.U!

Every week the mothers in the mothers' room at church complain about how small the room is. There are tons of babies in all three wards that share the building. Yet we have only three rocking recliners, forcing some mothers to nurse on a regular seat in the corner and even on the floor sometimes. Also crammed into the tiny room is a sink and changing table. It gets busy and hot in there.

However, my biggest complaint is all the mothers who change their toddlers' diapers in the mother's room. Talk about a stink bomb! These kids who are not yet potty trained but eat all the nasty normal food adults eat smell raunchy. It's disgusting and totally ruins it for us nursing moms who cannot escape the stench. And our poor babies! There's no window we can open, the mothers never remember to spray some Febreze, and every time someone throws away a diaper in the pail (which no one knows how often is emptied), the fumes are released again.

Note, there are also changing tables in the women's and men's bathrooms and the family bathroom. Those places are where gross toddler diapers should be changed, not in the room full of mommies rocking and nursing their babies. I'm tempted to post a sign on the changing table.

So, if you have a stinky toddler with explosive poop:

*Find out what they are eating that smells so disgusting.
*Be considerate and change their diaper elsewhere.
*Stay at home if it's diarrhea.
*Start potty training!

Thank you.

Two's a Crowd

The thought of having two kids somewhat scares me. Don't worry, I'm not pregnant or trying for another one. I just read all your blogs and wonder how you do it. I can barely manage one baby. Some of you ladies have more children and still have time to craft, blog, bake, go to school or work, and do other hobbies and chores. Sure, next time around I wil have a better idea of what to expect and Caden will be older. But every baby and situation is different and unpredictable. The next one could be easy or another high-need baby. Caden could be helpful or jealous. I could go into super mother mode or lose my mind completely. Or maybe land somewhere in the middle. And who knows what our life will be like then. Will Justin still be in school? Will we be in a different home? A different state? Will Justin be employed? Will our second car die? So much unknown!

Of course, I went through a similar time before Caden was born. Some fears were unnecessary, some came true (namely, a baby who never wants to sleep). The only way I can think of to prepare now is to work on time management and organization. Those are the things I have greatest control over.

Spicing It Up

I have three blogs: an event journal (this one), a gospel discussion board (Mormon Light), and a baby/giveaway site (The Hand That Rocks the Cradle). Obviously I have a lot to say. I need a random blog for those moments when I think about something and just want to rant and rave about it. But I'm not starting yet another blog nobody will read. So this one is gettting more interesting! The only problem is, I never remember all the funny, weird, random things I want to write about when I finally have time to blog. Sometimes I make notes on my fridge, but then I don't remember what I wanted to say about it. So, anyway, I hope things here will get more lively and revealing than just "this is what we did yesterday" and "Caden is getting bigger and cuter." Who knows--maybe people will actually start to read and comment again!

How Do You Make a Jean Jacket Fashionable?

I have a black jean jacket from high school that I really like. But I never wear it because I don't know how to make it work with today's fashion. How can I modernize its look? Or is it a lost cause?