The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

Since it has been years since my last post I figured I would drop in with a little update for the legions of fans 😏.  In the years that have passed the kids have continued to get older ( who knew?). I have much more free time without the demands of a toddler and a baby. Noah is turning 11 next week and Bella is 8 going on 16. The daily struggles are more about getting them to turn off YouTube and keeping them from killing each other over who gets to play ROBLOX next. I have gone back to work part time in a local pharmacy. I spend my days there being yelled at about insurance issues, holding my pee and counting by 5's until its all I dream about at night. It's a good job if you enjoy being paid minimum wage and multitasking till your head is about to spin off. I was stupid enough to agree to the wage when I started because I thought it was some sort of punishment for the 10 year employment gap in my resume. Now 1 year later and I am still being paid like a 12 year old mother...

One of my first posts was my baby girls  birth story.  In all honesty I think the reason I started the blog was to get my story out there.  By  out there  I mean taking all the emotions I had tied up in the experience and spilling them into the interweb hoping to find companions in the misery I experienced for almost 7 and a half months.  To help me justify my feelings.  Even the ones that crop up to this day. Up till that point in my life I had never really dealt with something as hard and confusing as Isabella's prenatal testing ordeal.  With my first pregnancy I signed up for the nuchal translucency test not because I was concerned about my babies chromosome count, it was simply because the test included a ultrasound.  Any chance to see the blob with a flickering white shadow again was a chance to be taken.  I honestly did not even know what they were looking at in the NT ultrasound with Noah nor did I care.  The ultrasound ...

It is the month of October so that means two things, one, it is breast cancer awareness month and two, it is time to pump the septic system.  I know that I have mentioned this before here,  but it is worth mentioning again since it causes me great distress each time.  There is just something about a big giant truck with the word SEPTIC painted across the side, sitting in your driveway with a huge hose pulled out across your lawn humming loudly while your crap gets pumped out of a buried concrete box. a diagram for your viewing pleasure I get the privilege of greeting this man once a year in October.  It is such a special time.  This year he came while the kids and I were outside playing.  I was just waiting for Noah to ask him what he was doing..."ohhhhh I am just here to suck all the poo out of your crap tank!"  Thankfully Noah spared me this one time.  I don't think there was any question what the man was doing in the side yard once the sm...

A list of events from the previous week that have taken a year off my life. The weekend of October 6th, Dov and I celebrated our 6 year wedding anniversary.  It was wonderful.  We were able to convince the grandparents that they should spend some quality time with the kids (overnight), and also got my parents to watch the dog so we could have a solid evening and morning without kids or animals.  The trouble started when we got home.  Tahoe, the dog, starts this strange wheezing, shallow breathing, hacking up mucus thing.  He seemed in enough distress that I believed for a few hours that this might be the end.  He kind of snaped out of it by bedtime so we chalked it up to anxiety from the weekend away etc. (he is a huge pussy).  By the morning though things were right back to bad.  Of course Dov is now at work and I have the kids, one of which I have to drive back and forth to the elementary school about a dozen times a day.  The vet mak...

When we bought our house here in southern New Hampshire I knew that it would be a little more "woodsy" then where I grew up in the suburbs of Boston.  I mean we had deer in our backyard when I was a kid and my parents even maintained a small farm so I really didn't think that our little 2 acre parcel in Wilton NH was going to be that far from what I saw growing up in Hopkinton.  I should also state that I honestly didn't have a clue about where I was moving to.  When we were looking to purchase a house we were living in Virginia and had all of a 3 day trip (me alone with a infant and a toddler) to find and make a offer (basically give them what they wanted because we didn't have time to F around) on a house. Purchasing a home with a crunch deadline is by far one of the worst things you can do.  It leads to trouble undoubtedly.  Basically the same thing that happens to everyone happens to you multiplied by ten.  You LOVE the house when you are a...

Alright, all of my family already know this and possibly some of my friends, but I am a true pussy when it comes to illness.  I mean MOST normal people do not enjoy getting sick.  Not only do I not enjoy being sick I hate it when anyone remotely near me or potentially near me is sick.  If I have been around you and I find out you have come down with something shortly after we have had contact, I will spend the next week convincing myself that I surely contracted whatever E bola virus you have been stricken with.  I feel a sense of doom usually reserved for people recently diagnosed with terminal illness.  SERIOUS, SEVERE, GOD AWFUL, PIT IN THE STOMACH (first sign of stomach illness BTW) FEAR.  It is debilitating. I can tell you in all honesty that when I was 7 months pregnant with Noah I suddenly realized that this precious, untouched, germless baby was going to be born and someday would get sick and puke.  PUKE, I said it, the one thing besides sn...

It is no secret that I love thrift.  Second hand?  Sure.  Yard sales?  Bring it.  Free trash  treasure on the side of the road?  Yes sir!  Flea markets?  Couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday.  I have no issue whatsoever admitting that I am cheap.  Hell, I don't even think of it as cheap...I fancy myself smarter then the average bear!  Until it comes to several items.  This list will contain some of the things I keep buying cheaply and over and over again.  They always disappoint in some massive, catastrophic way and therefore lead to gigantic arguments when husband discovers that, yet again, I have bought dollar store deodorant, or god forbid...trash bags. I will begin with trash bags.  Every time I go to the dollar tree I have memory loss when I reach the trash bags. Each trip I take I inevitably leave with a box.  The lesson in what gargantuan pieces of shit they are was learned when we...

Anybody that has known me for about 15 minutes could tell you that I am not A) athletic or B) competitive.  Not that I don't exercise but I don't like things like races, sports, gyms (come on we all know they're judging) and basically all things done in groups or teams.  Now that being established I would like to take you back about two months ago.  My husband calls me from work (amazing since I normally do all the calling during the day to scream about how much I hate  love my children).  He had called to ask me if I would be interested in participating in a canoe race on the Charles river.  It had something to do with cleaning it up...the river that is.  My immediate response was a emphatic NO.  "No thank you, what time will you be home?  I think I am going to kill the kids."  Those were my exact words but I could tell he was let down that I was not as pumped up about this new endeavor.  Granted I am sitting home with his two scr...

On Monday I made a trip to Target for diapers and checked out with almost 200 dollars worth of...what I lovingly call CRAP.  Well I won't say it was all crap just yet because I scored a little table for 30 bucks marked down from 100.  So what if the first thing my husband asked me when he saw it was if I wanted to get some blow.  I was damn sick of him thinking I was trying to put the moves on every time I leaned over him to get a tissue or put my glasses on the  nightstand which was on HIS side of the bed.  I wanted a night table and damn it I got one.  It was the only table I have seen that was small enough and low enough and cheap enough for our slanted ceiling bedroom. The blue light bulb is a mistake.  Damn LED lights. Although it cast a glow that sorta makes you look like a corpse in the dark soooo that is not creepy at all right? Also, Dov and I have started a little love affair with Amherst Earth Materials and spend pretty much all our fr...

So this weekend we tackled a project that I have wanted to accomplish since we moved into our house almost a year and a half ago.  MY CLOSET!  I kid you not when I say I had wardrobe boxes and 3 LARGE laundry baskets still filled with clothes from the move.  I had NO clue what the heck I owned.  My house (being old as dirt) has very small and limited closet space, one of the downfalls of loving antique homes.  My closet was the exception though.  There was plenty of space, since my room was an addition added on some time in the mid 80's.  The problem was that it had been poorly laid out.  There was just one l-o-n-g hanging rack and lots of dead space.  To add to the problem the room has slanted ceilings on both sides, therefore large bureaus and wardrobes were out of the question.  I had to hang literally every single article of clothing I owned...which of course I wouldn't do and most often I would just leave it folded in the laundry b...

Around Christmas this year I decided that the baby weight excuse was out the window.  Slowly and steadily I have been chipping away at the excess baggage that two 8 lb babies and lots of trapped in the house boredom had created.  I am happy to report the results are finally noticeable to me.  Sorry for the Facebook body shots but this is more of a motivation for me to keep going then anything else.  Hey I have to pat myself on the back sometimes folks. *pat, pat* This is one of the pictures that let me see how out of hand this little "weight" thing had gotten.  August 2011. February 2012 March 2012

When I was a teenager there were people who would tell me that as I got older all those pesky teenage problems like acne would eventually get better and in some cases clear up completely.  Not here. Nope. Since turning 30 it seems that my skin has decided it wants to have its cake and eat it too. Wrinkles (albeit not quite noticeably deep) sure, why not?  Zits to rival a 15 year old, absolutely!  WHAT GIVES?  We already know that I was blessed with freckles which over time I have come to accept and even at times enjoy but zits and wrinkles??!!  Come on already! I seriously need some advice.  I do everything right. I buy the oil free products, mineral makeup, wash my face diligently morning and night and still every single month, without fail, I am battling at least 2 major breakouts.  Pro-activ works. Yes it does.  It also dries out your lips and bleaches the shiznit out of every single towel in your bathroom.  Th...

I am entitling this post "The things kids say...and do" simply because today was a real winner.  I decided fairly early in the morning that I wanted to venture out of our cave and enjoy some human interaction (i.e. shopping).  Lets not get things twisted, I knew it would blow but I just could not stay put for another second. To kick the day off my son went up to get dressed.  About four hours later he appears in front of me wearing what I presume to be his coming home from the hospital outfit.  I swear the kid was wearing a size 3 months...not actually but at least a 24 month and he is in a 4-5T.  This is what I like to call a "motherhood failure".  He is in these clothes because of my shitty mothering.  I F-ing hate to clean out their drawers and closets.  It is AWFUL.  First off,  you are throwing clothes that you bought two months ago into garbage bags and lastly because who wants to get rid of the cute little things they wore when...

A while back  I had mentioned  that while I was living in "dirty, dirty Marlborough" as Dad so fondly called it, a neighbors son had relieved himself from his bedroom window onto my grill.  I know this because I stood there and watched him do it.  Me.  The one who has no issue with confrontation, hand to hand combat, or telling somebody where to stick it.  Boy am I glad that I just smiled and watched him give it the triple shake at the end because here he is now... 2 held without bail after Marlborough raid yields guns, drugs . Now I hope you clicked that link because if you did there is a photo of the lovely young man.  The one with the braids was the urinator.  Just to think I shared a wall with him.  Rested my weary head after long days of work and listened to him BLAST his turn table until wee morning hours.  Never once did I call the police or even give a dirty look at the mailbox.  Boy am I glad now.  I could...

I have a confession to make.  I can not wait till both of my kids are in school.  Not preschool, REAL school.  The kind that lasts more then 35 minutes and also provides transportation.  Right now Noah is technically in "preschool".  That is where I pay money for him to basically stay home with me.  No joking, he has been in school for 3 days in the last 3 weeks.  First it was winter vacation.  Then a illness brought on by the fact that 4 year old's are walking petri dishes full of rotavirus.  Today, it is Martin Luther King day.  So for the past month I paid the school district so that I could watch my own kid destroy my house and tear down my last bits of sanity. On days were Noah does have school he gets dropped off by me at 8:30 am.  When I say 8:30 I MEAN 8:30.  The teachers stand behind the doors of the school watching us in our cars as the children jump around the vehicle from the front seat to the back, putting t...

This week I get to have the house, kids, chickens, dog, wood stove, snow removal, trash removal, and nightly meltdowns all to myself.  Yes, Dov is away for work and I get to captain the ship solo.  Not that Dov is on vacation or anything...but he might as well be as far as I am concerned.  I would do just about anything if I got to do it alone. I  just need to get away from this damn house!  How could it be any worse then the chores that need to be done here with the two leeches hanging off me. For example, Sunday the day Dov left, I had my parents here.  While we were meandering around the yard I happened to notice that there was a exponential amount of dog crap in the yard.  Guess I haven't been keeping up with that part of dog ownership?  Well it didn't bother me till I had guests jumping over dog bombs all over the yard like a mine field.  So out to the yard I went with the shovel and bucket in hand.  Now the two children are out ...