I Almost Became A Squirrel Murder Today

I almost became a squirrel murderer today.

Almost. Which is good because I just can’t handle having “squirrel murderer” on my conscience right now.

I dunno if these two squirrels were fighting over nuts, territory, or maybe one was a boy squirrel who is really into big bushy tails. Either way, I swerved and they ran back into a neighbor’s yard.

Disaster averted.

I also drove around my neighborhood like a crazed lunatic because Baby C fell asleep in the car. I know there are probably a million moms out there that have done this, but this was after I stopped at a cafe to grab a coffee and sat in their parking lot for 20 minutes thinking Baby C would wake up any minute.

The minutes passed, and the baby snored.

I can only imagine how pissed those small business owners were looking out their window and seeing me wasting time on my phone. If only they knew the struggle of a sleeping baby in the car.

So this post is random. Did I mention that already? *scrolls up*

Ah, nope I didn’t. Okay, so this post is going to be random – consider yourself warned. My mind is a jumbled mess between parenting, SAHMing, and flat out adulting. I’m convinced now there’s really an aliment called “SAHM Crazies”. And ya’ll I’m sufferin’ something fierce.

I want to be creative. Think, plan, solve….I don’t even know what I want. I do know I have got to get out of this house some more. And I do know I am not ready to face corporate world yet. But ya’ll oh how I miss managing projects. All the moving pieces – making order out of chaos.

Now if only I can make order out of the chaos that is my (recently turned) 5 year old. Seriously, being a mom is the hardest job I have ever had.

Okay, I’m getting a little off track here (see the crazies I tell ya!). So being creative, that I can do with this here blog. Oh, but what a can of worms this blog is.

See, I had a niche to write about. A corporate mom who had it all! I worked full time, raised kids, and LOVED it. And now the struggle bus has picked me up and plopped me in a big ol’ heapin’ pile of multiple identities. And now I don’t know what this blog is anymore. What do I write about? How can I inspire other working moms, and SAHM moms, and just MOMS?

You know the women in yoga pants, with unwashed hair, and the crazed look in their eyes? Ha…kidding.

Sorta.

So, here I am pretty much avoiding this little space of the internet because I dunno where to go with it. One day I’m on the right side of the proverbial fence and I’m all “Yes! Lets do this! I can write about whatever the heck I wanna write about!” And the other days, I’m on the left side of the fence, in the fetal position rocking back and forth, saying “Make it go away. Make it go away!”

And that’s where you come in.

What do you want me to write about?

What do you want to read? What do you like about this blog?

Also, why your at it, when you’re done fixing my “blog content direction” problem, will you also let me know what I should call this blog? M’kay thanks.

I’m a once-was pant suit wearing working mom, I’m a now-wearing yoga pants SAHM. I’m a boy mom, a firewife, a runner, a chemist, a project manager. I’m a sister, daughter, friend. I’m an introvert living in an extroverts world. I’m a sarcastic coffee lover and wine drinker. I’m an essential oil user, naturalist, and fitness enthusiast. I’m a neighbor, I’m a homeowner, I’m a down to earth southerner. I’m me. A hot mess me.

Just plain ol’ me. 


  1. What content would you like to see here?
  2. Help a gal out… if you were to rename this blog, what would it be?
  3. Answer questions 1 and 2 in the comments!
  4. 4. Seriously, please answer questions 1 and 2.
  5. Okay, ya’ll for real now, I expect a lot of comments with your ideas!

 

 

 

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Moms vs. Dads

Okay y’all I want to chat about something that kinda bugs me so enter soap box.

Moms and Dads are different. 

Gasp.

Let me explain

I see, hear, and read quite often how moms say their husband isn’t involved with their child and don’t play with them or interact with, and seem distant. Dad may have just come home from working a 10 hour day and is mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Mom just spent 10 plus hours working for a two year old dictator (kidding….kinda). She’s physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted and she just needs a break.

But she doesn’t say anything to her husband.

She’s annoyed. With dirty yoga pants and unwashed hair.

The silence builds and the resentment sets in.

Now she’s just down right angry.

The baby has officially entered the witching hour, and dad is in his office doing who knows what, while mom cooks dinner. The tension builds in the house.

Does this sound familiar to you?

Come on, be honest now. This happens. It happens in my house and I’m sure it happens in just about every other house in the world.

And you know what y’all, it’s okay. We are all human living life and navigating it’s challenges the best we can.

And through the almost 9 years of being with FirefigterDad and almost 5 years of raising kids, I have learned two very critical differences that have saved us a lot of frustration, anger, resentment, and arguments.

1. Moms are Nurturers. Dads are Protectors.

Moms by nature are nurturers. We love, we cuddle, we hug and kiss. Some people would say we smother and others would say we need to back off. But the fact is, our hearts are overflowing with love. We have hormones to thank for this. When our child cries we have a physiological response to it. Stress hormones surge and we HAVE to get to our child; there is no other option. We have been created to nurture, feed, and care for our child.

Dads however are the protectors. They are hard wired to protect the ones they love. They do this by providing. Providing money, shelter, stability, and safety.  They are driven to constantly protect their wife AND kid(s). They are constantly pulled into several directions making sure the basic needs of feeling safe are felt by everyone they love. Dads aren’t just physical protectors. They are emotional protectors too. They care about your feelings. They don’t want you or your children hurting, feeling insecure, or  unsafe. Men are driven by this; they were created this way.

2. Differing Expectations

In my experience, frustration and arguments happen when mom and dad both have different expectations. Dad comes home from work expecting some down time to chill and decompress. Mom is expecting a hot shower alone, while dad watches the kid when he comes home from work.

But neither one of them communicate this to the other!

Wives expect their husbands to know this; to anticipate their needs. And y’all, I’m not gonna lie…this would be AMAZING!

But men are literal!

We as wives need to tell our husbands clearly and directly, “I need your help”.

Afterall, our husbands want to protect our hearts and feelings!

And vice versa, husbands need to communicate with their wife what their needs are. If he needs half an hour to decompress after work, then so be it. He’s tired and switching gears from providing at work to providing at home.

I’ve learned that having clear expectations for both me and FirefighterDad have prevented unnecessary frustration, resentment, and arguments.

We aren’t perfect. And when we have an off day and I’m feeling overwhelmed, I take a step back and recognize where I failed my husband -I didn’t communicate what I needed. He’s not a mind reader and in my heart I know he loves me and wants to protect me and provide for me. Even if providing for me means an hour to myself, or doing the dishes after dinner, or bathing our boys. All I have to do is ask.

So I strongly urge couples to recognize our innate differences and know that your husband does love his kids; his love just looks different from your love.

And know that your husband will protect his wife and his kid(s) with everything in him.

And talk y’all. Talking is good even if our husbands grumble about it. They will see the benefit when they get their 30 or so minutes of decompressing in their man cave.

Peace and Love until next time!