Posts from my phone: Mean Mom Thoughts πŸ˜€πŸ€¬πŸ’­

((This is a phone post so it’s not gonna be particularly fancy with gifs and memes I’m sorry 😐 but I’m at least able to use emojis from phone posts, so w00t! πŸ’―πŸ’–πŸ˜‚πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ))

So clearly I didn’t end up posting the next week, or even the week after my last post. But, this is better than going 4+ months without posting anything, right? πŸ˜… I’m getting there, you guys!

The next post will actually be about how to repurpose old formula tins. Not that you couldn’t use your perfectly capable imaginations or look to Pinterest for ideas, but maybe, just maybe, I have some ideas that they don’t πŸ˜‰

Anyway, being at home all of the time with my son is a blessing. It really is. Having said that though, after a while being a full time SAHM admittedly has kind of, well, sucked from time to time.

I’ve been having a rough go of it lately, for reasons I’ll get into later…but during these trying times, My patience has become paper thin. Actually, is there a substance thinner than paper?

My son has been going through his one year leap, too, and as a result he has been testier than usual. And on the particularly bad days, I’ve found myself thinking “mean thoughts.”

To be clear, these are not harmful nor destructive thoughts, just kind of, well, mean. I feel like I’m not the only one who’s thought similarly, though, so I’m here to share them with you!

Here are some Mean Mom Thoughts I’ve had and what they mean!


πŸ’­Advice to women whose husbands ask you to about trying to start a family: You know how when you were a kid and you asked your parents for a puppy, kitten, what have you, and you promised to take care of them, feed them, clean up after them, etc? And how many of you actually held up your end of the bargain when you eventually got your beloved furry companion?

πŸ’­This is like that. Like your parents and your dog, you will end up doing all of the hard work while your husband enjoys the fun parts like snuggling and playing, etc. It’s a bum deal. Proceed with caution.

((It should be noted that my husband is πŸ’― percent the real deal when it comes to sharing the burden. He’s proactive and sympathetic, and I don’t know what I did to deserve him. I try to give him his well-deserved time off, too, although he claims helping out with our son is time off to him. Honestly, he is amazing. #dadsdontbabysit πŸ™ŒπŸ»))

πŸ’­*child is wild’n out for absolutely no good reason*

πŸ’­*googles if it’s harmful to the body to give night time cold medicine to someone who doesn’t have a cold*

((I would NEVER, of course, but sometimes…))

πŸ’­Husband: Idk I think it would be nice to have 5 or 6 kids…

πŸ’­Me: Well I’ll tell you what, they’re gonna be our live-in cleaning staff otherwise why would you do that to yourself? That’s the only reason people had that many kids back in the day, it’s the only logical explanation.

((Let it be known, I have nothing but admiration for people with 4+ kids. Seriously, more power to you! And I get the whole more to love mindset, but honestly, I’m walking the delicate tightrope of patience and sanity with just one, I cannot imagine what state I’d be in (mentally and maybe even geographically at some point…) if it were a bad day with three times the crazy I have now. God bless Moms of lots! πŸ’ͺ🏻))

πŸ’­*Baby begins his waking klaxon call upstairs 2 minutes before anticipated to wake up time.*

πŸ’­*Me, completely invested in a Netflix binge ignoring sink full of dishes and a pile of laundry with a two mile summit at the bottom of the staircase*

πŸ’­Nah, d00d, he’s just talking in his sleep he’s fine. Carry on.

((Sure enough he usually isn’t just talking in his sleep and I do get myself up to tend to him. What becomes of the dishes and laundry is a story for another day…))

πŸ’­*Grandparent asks if they can take the child for the day at the end of the week*

πŸ’­y3333e333eee333ee3333333eee333eee33t.

((We all need a break once in a while. Even the ones who are inseparable from their progeny at some point, I imagine, must need some space to b r e a t h e. Every Mom needs a MOMent to herself, for her health. I don’t feel too bad about this one. What’s that they say about empty cups?))


And for the sake of this being too long, I will end it here. I may or may not have a sequel to this, though. Most likely, yes.

Formula can story first, I promise!! 😜

But long story short, we all have “Mean thoughts” as moms sometimes. It doesn’t mean we don’t love our little ones, nor does it mean we are actually mean moms. It means we are human, we are tired, and we are coping.

Hang in there, Mom. I see you. And I know you see me, too.

Thanks for reading, my gals! Now let’s see if I can make another post within a month! πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

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Staying focused

Henlo again,

It’s past midnight, my son is fast asleep until at least 7:30 (I know, please don’t hurt meπŸŒ»πŸ˜‚πŸ˜˜), so the only thing to do is stay up and post another raw, non-proofread compulsive post. I promise my next uploads will be more structured and polished. πŸ’–

πŸ€”πŸ’­πŸ§ β›ˆ β€’Current Moodβ€’ πŸ’»πŸ–‹πŸ“πŸ‘πŸΌ

I’m sure you can all relate to Mom Brain, the thing that makes us compost the avocado mash and put the shells on the toast, the thing that makes us forget our middle name, that makes every single object go by the, “whatever-that-is,” and the thing that turns us all into Ozzy Osbourne of the Aughts:

This meme was me AF during my pregnancy, tho πŸ€°πŸ»πŸ§Ÿβ€β™€οΈπŸ˜…πŸ’―

So, this is kind of another nonsense post to keep me in the habit of blogging. Between being a SAHM, a freelancer/proofreader, writing for a website called, “Geeks Under Grace” attempting to ghost write for my FIL, trying to make sure my family eats right, working out…the list goes on…some things fall to the wayside. Things like the laundry, dishes, and entertaining the idea of not neglecting my own creative undertakings.

I know I don’t need to tell you that the balancing act of performing at work, keeping up the house, maintaining a social and romantic life, staying in good mental and physical health is a tough endeavor in and of itself, now add keeping a baby alive and…it’s the SIMS on crack. But we can’t turn it off…and there’s no motherlode cheat.

While it’s easier said than done, finding an outlet is super important. Self care will help you better care for your baby/ies. Even if it’s just for a half hour while the rest of the house sleeps, enjoying a nice glass of wine and seeing what that netflix series everyone keeps going on about is all about.

Even if the only time you can catch a break is once a week–catch that break with a Master Ball! Don’t let that legendary get away! A little time to yourself is super effective in boosting your Mom HP.

I’ll have a more in-depth post on how to get away and sneak self-care into your Mom routine–a parental escape-rope, if you will. So stay tuned. πŸ˜‰

Btw, if you don’t play PokΓ©mon I apologize for all of my poke references–if you do, did yo catch em all? πŸ˜‚ #momscandadjoketoo

So this post turned out longer than I thought it would! TL;DR: Self care is essential, so try and get it while you can! More on this later!

Stay tuned for overwhelmingly important content! Want to hear some pregnancy discovery stories and first trimester testimonies and tips? Will I do a what’s/was-in-my-Hospital-bag post? How will it be different from the other over 9000 blogs/vlogs out there? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!!!!1!!!11!!!

…I need to go to bed. πŸ˜… Thanks for reading!! Talk soon 😘😘