Ryan and I decided a few months back that it would be nice for me to take a little time to relax and take care of myself, get stuff done, run errands or around town sans Kaden. Now... judge all you want. I have one kid, he is like a tornado. He gets bored with me and I get homicidal with him. I have found a magnificent DayCare where Kaden remains a busy little bee, and Tuesdays were decided on. Thus 'Amy's Day of Fun' (as Ryan so lovingly nicknamed it) were born.
Usually without my special K taking up all my energy I can slow down and notice my surroundings a bit more. I noticed when my generally preoccupied-mommy-brain actually has some time to think, that I was able to formulate complete thoughts. Some noteworthy and intelligent, and some...eh...not so much. But I started recording them and Rants from the Tuesday Mom with no kids were born. enjoy.
While I realize this is a Monday -->
The First of Many Tuesday Rants:
-- I love watching naughty little boys on my 'day off'. They remind me of Kaden and that I'm not the only one who is constantly worrying that their child could single-handedly burn a Super Target to the ground if you turn your back on them for ONE second. I was always a little rule-bender/breaker in my youth, which I have almost surely passed on to my offspring. Nonetheless I can rest assured I'm not the worst mother in the universe, and that having a kid with some real spunk keeps me on my toes. I wouldn't want a boring life... now would I?
-- I have a complex. Everything I buy for Baby Girl 2012 is pink. It's like I'm a robot. I shop... I buy... I get home and it's all pink -- varying shades... but really. PINK. I must've let my brain venture so far into 'boy' land that I just can't process anything but pink when thinking about this girl. So naturally I have a lot of different shades of pink things and they all clash. After peeking into baby sisters closet, Ryan said to me the other day, "This baby is going to need some neutrals." That's right RYAN, for which I buy most of his clothing, used the word neutrals in referring to a wardrobe. I'm in trouble. So I'm adopting a new mantra. This baby will wear all colors, neutrals are key in any wardrobe.
-- I was at Cafe Rio, by myself, paying $9 for a salad, when the man who asks "black or pinto" gives me like one piece of sweet-pork from the very bottom of an empty pan. I didn't say anything to save some dignity. I'll say it now though... really?! What a bummer.
-- Some people are just foul. Their language, mannerisms, conversation, and demeanor. I had the pleasure of sitting next to one of these individuals the other day. Yuck. He mocked people's shapes and sizes all around, One lady he openly called a Tramp because she walked by with 3 children?? (Here's to all you 'tramps' out there.) Continued to curse, joke crudely and spit... yes this really happened. It left me wondering. Who are you? Where did you come from? Who is your mother, and does she have any idea the way you act in public? I concluded -- Some people are just foul.
Well.. that's enough for one day of ranting.