Archive for the 3 months Tag

Clueless or Cunning?

WHO:  Chris, Deni, Baby Mac WHEN:  Last night, about 8:30 WHERE:  Our bed. WHY:  Exactly! WHY OH WHY, can’t I even enjoy a fucking sandwich in peace? Little Mac was propped up between us on a pillow.  I had just read him a couple of stories and I decided it was time for my fat ass to have a snack.
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Who the Hell Wants to Sleep in a Cage?

Our dogs used to like it. . .Does our kid has other ideas? Last night was shaping up to be another banner night around here.  Mac was a perfect angel most of the day.  About 9:30 he started ramping up. I started to feel pretty frapping anxious myself.  I was exhausted and just wasn’t confident I could deal with another
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Colossal Mind Fuck

There’s a couple of things you figure out pretty quickly as a new parent.  Top of the list?  No one can fully prepare you for what a colossal mind fuck it is.  Kids will screw with you long before they even realize it’s delightful to do so. I’ve mentioned before Huggy Bear’s sleeping habits have deteriorated.  We’ve reached a new
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If You Suspect I’m too Hard On My Husband, You’re Probably Correct. That Still Won’t Stop This Rant

My Husband is genuinely a great guy and he’s really helpful too. Most of the time. And the few times when I find him less than helpful?  I feel compelled to be a bitch about it. I am aware our marriage and parenting is a partnership and there will seldom be a time when the division of our labor is
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Kid Awakes Early and Makes Reluctant Mother Realize She’s a Selfish Bitch

Heretofore, a “good” day started with me being awake long before Huggy Bear.  It’s a real bitch to wrestle with two Labrador Retrievers who desperately need to relieve themselves AND a wailing baby before coffee. By the way, when I adamantly proclaimed “There is no amount of sacrifice I’m not willing to make if I can stay home with the
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Is “No Cry” Making Baby Spoiled and Mommy Nuts?

I just want to finish folding the gawddamned laundry already! Or my dinner.  Or a thought. Our son is about 13 weeks old. Generally he’s quiet and cuddly and mild-mannered – a fair-haired, chubby, smiley little prince. With every generalization there are exceptions. . .And when he’s behaving exceptionally, things in this joint can deteriorate into a shit show rapidly.
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