In Photos, Work & a Dick

A Meme in Pictures

**(stolen without prejudice from Hilly who shamelessly stole it from Adena)

[I stole this AGES ago and stuck it in my drafts for a time that I would need it, cuz I'm awesome like that.]

Here’s how it works:
1. Go to www.flickr.com
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Insert the picture into your Blog

1.) What is your relationship status?

married
2.)  What is your current mood?

stressed

3.)  Who is your favorite band/artist?

Pearl Jam

4.)  What is your favorite movie?

Dazed and Confused

5.)  What kind of pet do you have?

pit bull

&

grey tabby

6.)  Where do you live?

Toronto

7.)  Where do you work?

construction industry

8.)  What do you look like?

messy

9.)  What do you drive?

Malibu Maxx (but black) I heart it so bad!

10.)  What did you do last night?

nurse mah bebe (for what seemed like HOURS)

11.)  What is your favorite TV show?

Hell’s Kitchen

12.)  Describe yourself.

complacent

13.)  What are you doing today?

parenting (HA!)

14.)  What is your name?

Samantha - a bald eagle at the DC Zoo - it was this or a bunch of neked boobies… I don’t get it.

15.)  What is your favorite candy?

Reese’s pieces

:::

Thanks for all the support regarding yesterday’s post. Mike found a job this morning - which is fabulous - same pay rate as the last place as well and will probably have more hours. BUT! This job requires A LOT more out-of-town work so God only knows how long he’s going to be gone at times which is totally not cool with me.

But he has work, so I can relax.

A little.

Until the first trip that takes him away from home for 6 months.

:::

Carter calls a rake a “dick” and when he pretends to rake something he says: “dick, dick, dick, dick…”

Is it wrong that I laugh every single time?

Ah, kids.

Facing Postpartum Depression

As I begin to compare the relationship I’ve had with Carter during his infancy compared to how I relate to Hudson now, I see considerable differences.

[Yes, being a parent the second time around is easier since I've been there before. I am more calm, relaxed and ready for situations that may arise: but even still, this is different.]

When Carter arrived I wasn’t as attached as I had thought I would be. I never was uncomfortable or unsure of our relationship, but I was irritated and resentful more so then I am now. Carter’s cries used to be like nails on a chalk board in the middle of the night where as I find a comfort in Hudson’s. I feel the urge to comfort him rather then resent him for disrupting my sleep.

I remember sitting on the couch with Carter and bawling because I just wanted to go to bed; this time around I find myself relaxed and enjoying the peacefulness of the late night hours: though exhaustion is just as prevalent as last time, it doesn’t consume me like before.

I feel a sense of peace with Hudson.

I wish more then anything I could do back and have that with Carter.

I wish that I could be the calm and relaxed parent I am now when Carter was days old.

But there are no re-dos.

Now that I look back more frequently, I see more signs of my apparent PPD then I thought I had - considering I didn’t even know I had it.

Even though I can’t make up for the times that I wanted nothing more then to shake him as he wailed or the horrible thoughts I had of ways I could make him quite I can, and have, moved forward from there and have become the parent (I hope) that he deserves. I love him more then anything and it pains me to my very core that I had thoughts like that about my child.

The embarrassment I have just for having those thoughts is unbearable: and though they are ‘normal’ - and no one really knows about them since I never shared them with anyone - I can’t help but feel a sense of failure as a parent to Carter during his infancy.

I wish I could forget.

Though I can’t make up for how I was - since it wasn’t even my fault - I can be grateful that I have changed and the depression hasn’t taken control of me again.

God, I wish I had this blog during that time. Maybe having written it all down then would have brought it all to light a little sooner for me. Maybe I would have been able to see it later on, you know, rather then hearing it from a social worker while I was in the hospital a day after giving birth to Hudson.

And here I thought for the longest time - up until about 2 weeks ago - that it was situational depression that brought on my need for anti-depressants and now that my thoughts have cleared, hormones have evened out and we’ve settled into more of a routine it’s become more and more apparent to me that it just might have been PPD instead. It pains me to know that I went through all that ‘alone’ and in the dark since I was never told what I was facing and that only NOW I realize just what has been going on.

Had we not had Hudson, I really wonder if I would ever have known that I suffered from PPD.

Brutally Honest Mondays” border=

Interaction & Weekly Winners 2

I’m finding talking about anything other then poop and spit up difficult these days since that’s what my life is completely consumed with. And though we’re all doing great, I’m now beginning to crave adult interaction.

I’ve become very much a homebody since leaving college: partying and the need to be out and about diminished considerably. I no longer find the urge to be out on a Friday or Saturday night, nor do I feel the ‘embrarassment’ or guilt for sitting home or heading to bed at 9pm (like last night). I guess I could be considered a loner since I’m perfectly content to sit at home reading, watching television, or sitting here instead of engaging in an activity that requires getting out of the house and talking to people.

While I was working it provided the adult interaction throughout the day to keep me sane; now I find that without regular adult conversation I talk Mike’s ear off when he finally gets home from work or I constantly try to think of someone I can all and chat with (even though I hate the phone with a passion) and though it’s really not the same, writing and reading blogs seems to satisfy that need for adult conversation most times.

I think I’m slowly forgetting how to interact with people.

Small talk has become harder and more uncomfortable and I really don’t enjoy it like I used to. Unless I’ve known the person forever or we have something in common, I begin to feel out of my element and very self conscious. I never used to be like that but it’s hard to force myself back into the outgoing and personable person I once was. Being more and more introverted over time has become the norm while breaking free and regaining an extroverted personality seems harder and harder as days pass.

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The importance of cleaning your gutters regularly. Wez got treez!

Teenagers Listen to No One Not Even Themselves

At 1:00pm today, 27 years ago, I was born.  Three years until I am 30.  I can’t even believe how fast it feels like time has passed. It seems like just yesterday I was starting grade 10 and falling for my first true love, when in actuality - that happened 12 years ago! 12. Wow.

Now, at 27, what would I tell my former high school self?

Don’t let others dictate your future. Don’t listen to the guidance councilor who tells you that you’re not university material and should consider college since it’s more hands on. Decide that for yourself. (But still go to college because that’s where you will meet your future husband *wink*)

Try harder at sports and don’t just drag ass and do it because it’s something to do. There IS talent there, otherwise you wouldn’t have won all those awards. Don’t stop, keep up with it and join teams throughout college and afterwards. You WILL regret it otherwise.

Don’t go for the older guy. As enticing as he may seem, he’s playing you. He may be the most wonderful, kind and compassionate guy you’ve ever met. But he has a girlfriend and you’re just the toy on the side. Unless you’re willing to step up and call some shots, don’t be “the other girl”: it’s far too painful and will leave you spending many a nights crying yourself to sleep with years and years of contemplating “if things had been different….”. And even though you don’t know it now - but will when you KNOW you’re in love - he will be your first true love and telling him 5 years later will not change anything. NOT WORTH IT.

Your biology teacher is just that. Your teacher. Yes, he may be good looking, only ten years older then you and easy to flirt with, but DON’T. Sure it’s harmless, but it’s wrong. Even when he asks you to go to his house and taking care of his cats while he’s on vacation. Your step-father is a teacher at the same school and when you tell him that you need the car to go to said teacher’s house: it may not be a good thing.

Be a little more careful when drinking. Situations will arise that you’d be better at handling if you weren’t intoxicated. Boys do take advantage of young girls that are really drunk and they DO try and gat away with things they normally would not. And on that note: grade 10 Halloween Dance? Do NOT finish that mickey of Peach Schnapps before bouncing around the dance floor. People WILL remember “the time that you barfed under the bleachers” at said dance. Oh, and don’t call your mother from a friend’s house when you’re COMPLETELY hammered (at 15 years old) and ask to sleep over. She’s not an idiot. She knows you’re drunk. Same goes for your 16th birthday when you pass out on a hay wagon on a friend’s farm and cut the shit outta your face. Telling mom that you fell on a gravel driveway while playing basketball may seem like a good idea, but I think she knows the truth (even though to this day she has not said anything).

Drugs are fun - but BAD. Don’t smoke that joint hanging out your bedroom window before dinner. Just because you can’t smell it doesn’t mean others don’t. Staying awake all night fried on ‘Shrooms is NOT good for your health - mentally or physically. And DO NOT listen to Marylin Manson while on acid. Bad. Bad. Bad. In fact, maybe don’t even experiment at all.

Cheating doesn’t teach you anything. Just because your teachers may be too lazy to change up their tests once and a while doesn’t make it right to memorize an old test. You will not learn anything that way. Caring this on to college is a bad idea as well. Just because you would have failed that college final without knowing all the answers doesn’t make it right. Maybe you SHOULD have failed.

Your mother does know what she’s talking about. You should give her a little more credit. She’s not out to “ruin your life” or control it. She wants what’s best for you and lying and sneaking around is not that. She does know. She will find you and you WILL regret it. Don’t tell her you’re going for a walk just as your friend pulls up in the driveway. Don’t make that call to her while you’re drinking, and for Godsakes - find a better hiding spot for your illegal activities or don’t bring them in the house AT ALL! There is a lesson to be learned. She will reach the end of her rope, you will be kicked out (but forget the fact that she BEGS you to come home) and she will not forget.

Don’t tell that older boy’s girlfriend’s best friend ANYTHING. If you didn’t listen to the above advice to stay away from that older boy, the you better listen to this… even when the girlfriend’s best friend traps you in the bathroom at school and asks you outright if there is something going on between you and said boy - DENY. Take it up with him, don’t leave him in the dark while his girlfriend devises plans to get you BOTH back. He at least deserves to know that he will be served his nuts on a silver patter in a short time.

Your brother is your best defender. Don’t take him for granted. Boys are boys and “say” they will be there for you, but they’re not. Your brother? Always.

Don’t date the gas attendant. Sure it may have been set up and you kinda got thrown into it, but stand your ground and don’t date the guy.  Nothing good will come of it. You cannot help this person and he will become abusive - just like his father. He will lie, cheat and steal from you and in the end use you. He’s dead to you. MOVE ON. Don’t even glance in his general direction.

Some people are good friends and some are not. SOME bullies from your elementary school days can change and become wonderful friends. Others? Just don’t waste your time trying to forgive them; they’re still not worth it. Some GREAT friends that you have will not last. Let them go. Sometimes you just can’t stop yourselves from growing apart, and some you SHOULD grow apart from.

Your 16th birthday would have been better had you remembered some of it!

What would you tell your former high school self if you had the chance?

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