Stuck in Neutral

I feel kind of lost lately. Or maybe not lost but stuck in neutral or something. I have been sick for a month. I had laryngitis over vacation which turned into a cough, then a sore throat and then finally bronchitis. I had a stiff neck on top of that for a few days. I just haven’t felt like myself. On top of that, my business has been sucking lately. I didn’t have any family sessions over this fall which is very strange. I’m feeling frustrated with it, but at the same time I don’t really have the energy and enthusiasm to do better right now.

I feel like I have all these ideas of cool things I want to do, but I never seem to get anything done and then I get bummed out about how I’m just wasting time. Then I start doing really dumb things like looking up masters degrees. In what? I don’t know. Agriculture? Photography? Counseling? Some other completely random thing that I have no business going to school for. I have no desire to go back to school, but I do have a desire to do something. I want to redo my bathroom. I want to learn to build stuff. Those are at the top of my list right now, but I can only do a little bit at a time on the bathroom because things get expensive super quick and I have no real tools to build with or anywhere to do it, unless I want to stand out in the freezing cold in the shed. I got so bored and antsy the other night that I had to go get a puzzle. A puzzle. What a good use of time. Ugh. I have such a desire to create something, and create something useful that I feel like I’m going to burst. But I don’t know what to create. I’m not really good at anything. I would have to do a lot of reading and practicing but that contradicts my need to just jump into things head first just to leave them half done.

I really am just so antsy and bored right now. I know I should be spending my time putting in more effort in my business both creatively and with marketing, but I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I don’t know what my problem is. I don’t feel like myself. I’m in this funk that I can’t seem to get out of. I feel kind of useless. It’s a little early in the season to be getting seasonal affective disorder, so I don’t think that’s my problem. This post is pointless. I just had to get it out. Not that I even know what ‘it’ is. Wish I did, then maybe I could fix it.

Cue The Hate Mail…

The battle of the sexes is raging furiously these days. Feminism is viewed by many as a four letter word and men are looked down on like a scourge on the earth. Where is the middle ground? You can’t turn on the TV on any given day, or boot up the computer without hearing or reading stories about someone being objectified, degraded, or bullied. Debate upon debate occurs every day between women who feel they are being held down by sexist men, and men who are so fed up with being blamed for things that they lash out against women. I wish it would stop. As I’ve said before, can’t we all just get along?!


Both of these pictures piss me off equally

Both of these pictures piss me off equally

Now I realize that my experience as a heterosexual white girl from a mostly traditional family with no history of having been abused is going to color  my view of this subject, but I find myself very much in the middle of this debate. I love men. There, I said it. Send in the firing squad to set me straight. I can’t help it. I just really enjoy being around men. I like that they see the world differently than women. I miss the days when chivalry was the norm. Women have beaten it out of men so much that things like holding a car door open are almost unheard of. We have told men over and over that we can do things for ourselves that now they treat us with less respect and then we hold that over them. When our daughters are grown and have boyfriends, we will complain that guys no longer do nice, respectful things for them, but it’s because they were raised with a whole different mindset.

I’m not saying that I’m not capable of doing things for myself, but sometimes it’s nice to have a man hold a door open for you or give you his coat when you’re cold. It’s nice to have a guy around to do things like fix your car, or computer, or kill bugs or take out the trash or build stuff. These are things they are generally very good at. I realize that I’m completely stereotyping here so bear with me. In my opinion, the best thing about men is their masculinity; their instinct to protect their families. Feminists apparently find it wrong for men to act as their nature would have them behave. Yes, they like boobs (generally speaking), they like to fight, they like to watch and play sports. Suddenly though, that’s not ok. They should be doing housework because it is sexist to make the woman do it all. They should not look at women as sexual objects even though they have been doing that since the very beginning of time.

I think it is a futile crusade to get men to stop acting like their DNA has programmed them to act since the dawn of humanity. Why can’t feminists stop trying? I believe we should embrace men for what makes them men and stop trying to turn them into women. It’s not a bad thing that women are women and men are men. That’s just how it is. We don’t need to fight against nature and turn women into men and men into women. Women can be many things on a spectrum and so can men. It’s just easier to let men be men without degrading them for it. Women don’t want to get degraded but we degrade men constantly. We infantilize our husbands constantly and make them sound like poor, lost buffoons that can’t handle any tasks without our explicit instructions. We have definitely come a long way from the times when women were treated like this. We sure turned it around. But the pendulum swung a little too far over and now we are still not being fair. Men are being as disrespected now as women were in the 50’s. (or any other decade you’d like to use.)



Having said all that, I can tell you that I do consider myself to be a feminist. Even though I stay home with my kids, do most of the housework (not very well I might add) and all the cooking I believe that women should be treated with respect. I believe that my daughters should know that they can do whatever they want to do with their lives. They can play with toys that aren’t pink. They can listen to punk rock and not have posters of boy bands on their walls. They can become scientists, doctors, or anything else they want to be. Prima ballerina? Fine. Sanitation department worker? Ok, if that’s what she wants. Kick ass athlete? Of course! I do not ever want my daughters to feel that they are any man’s property, or that she can’t do something she wants to do because “girls don’t do that”. However, I also don’t want her to be harassed if she doesn’t want to freeze her eggs and start her family in her 40’s. Being a feminist does not mean that all women have to wear ugly clothes so as not to attract attention from evil men, work throughout their child bearing years and berate other women for their choices. I believe that the point of feminism is to allow women to have choices that weren’t always available to them. Things like voting, working for the same pay, and not being harassed for their choice of clothes and blamed for their own rapes.

I know there are some horrible men in this world who are disgusting, misogynistic abusers who do not deserve to be around the rest of humanity, but there are also some pretty abusive feminists out there who make it seem like all men are horrible, vile beings, when I do not think that is the case at all. I would like to think that if I get a flat tire and some man stops to help me that he won’t kill me and make a skin suit out of me. Maybe that’s just me being naive but I like to think that the majority of men are good. And a lot of the ones who aren’t good, have spent a good chunk of their lives being berated for being a man. How can they ever feel good and confident in themselves when society constantly tells them how horrible they are? How could they not want to lash out?

There are so many programs now to lift girls up and make sure that they have equal opportunities and they succeed in areas such as math and science, but as soon as those programs come into being, they make it unequal for the boys. They get left behind and forgotten about because so much attention is placed on the girls. Why can’t things just be truly equal? I don’t understand where the disconnect is. I feel like we’ve come so far as a human race, but we still can’t figure out how to not treat some people differently than others. Ok, yes there are distinct differences between the sexes, but why can’t we just embrace those difference and celebrate them instead of calling attention to them and fighting about them?

I’m pretty sure I’m coming off like some little stepford wife who has no idea about how the world really works. Maybe I am, but I love the benefits that both men and women have brought to my life and our society and I just wish that men didn’t have to constantly be bashed and put down in order for women to shine. It’s the same situation as when faced with a bully. They put others down to make themselves feel good. I don’t think we as feminists need to do that. Come on ladies, we’re awesome as it is, no matter how you slice it, so can’t we just let the guys be guys and love them for it? I think we’re better than acting like schoolyard bullies.




I named my parasites

First day of school '14-3Kids can really suck it out of you, huh? Energy, money, patience, the will to live. Ok, maybe not that last one. ;) They do have a bit of a parasitic essence though don’t you think? Every parent who has ever hidden away somewhere to enjoy the last piece of chocolate cake in peace understands what I’m saying right now. Whatever you have, they need it. Even if it is something they find completely repulsive if you were to put on their plate. Even if they have the same exact thing on their plate, they need to have yours. What is that?!

Before plates were involved, I nursed both my babies for about two years between them. Talk about sucking it out of you! I really loved the experience and wouldn’t trade it for anything, but it was definitely a demanding job. It didn’t matter if I was hungry, sick, or busy; my kids still needed to eat so I did what I had to do to keep them happy, healthy, and alive. Sometimes though, when you just want to hold your baby and they turn right to your boob, you feel a little used.

No matter what, they always seem to want more. They’re never satisfied! Some days (like yesterday because it was my daughter’s birthday), I spend so much of my time doing things for my children that I have no energy left at the end of the day. They are like little energy vampires and they leave me on 1% power. Inevitably, those are the days they decide to not go to sleep when they should, or poop on the floor, or throw crying fits because they’re lonely and need to snuggle. It’s like they have a sixth sense about these kinds of things and pick the absolute worst nights to bother me. Oh that’s ok, honey. I just spent the last 12 hours creating a perfect birthday for you, let me give you some more of my time and energy because apparently that wasn’t enough for you.

But I digress. What I wanted to talk about was how I never used to leave the house without being fully dressed, makeup on, and my hair brushed. I looked down at disdain at the people roaming the streets or in the stores with their pajamas on. And in the winter, my biggest pet peeve is to see kids out without having their hair brushed, pajamas on and boots. I don’t know why, but that drives me nuts.

Ahh, how I long for those days when I could take a full 15 minutes to get myself ready in the morning. These days, however, it’s not all about me. I have to shuffle two kids off to two different schools and I’m sorry but ain’t nobody got time to do her hair and put on real pants! When I have to drop them both off I make sure I have actual clothes on because I have to walk through my younger daughter’s entire school before I get to her preschool classroom, but when I’m just dropping off my older daughter, it is without makeup, without a bra, hair a mess and pajamas on. So sue me if I want to hang around in my yoga pants all day. They’re comfortable! Good lord, what have I become?!

Then I start to think: Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe I’m just getting more comfortable in my own skin and don’t care about what people think about me like I did when I was younger. Yeah, I think I’ll go with that, because otherwise, it looks like I’ve just given up. I haven’t, I just wish I didn’t have to get dressed until 10 instead of 8 because that’s when I’m at my best. :)

In what ways are your kids changing your lifestyle?

A flip of the coin

All right, can someone please mail me a copy of their parenting manual, because some days I feel like I am just screwing the whole thing up. I feel like I might as well just be tossing a coin in the air sometimes to determine which parenting path I’m going to go down. Am I going to be the nice, understanding mom who takes the time to listen to her daughter’s concerns and looks for a way to help her solve them or and I going to be the no-nonsense mom who won’t help unless she’s asked nicely and even then decides that her daughter should do it herself? Ugh, I don’t know! 

I do not want to be a mom who coddles. I was out wandering around a city by myself when I was my daughter’s age and it made me pretty darn self sufficient so I don’t want to turn her into someone who can’t do anything for herself. I want her to succeed on her own without having had someone do all the hard work for her. I want her to be able to feel that sense of accomplishment when she has succeeded in something all by herself. 

However, I also don’t want to be a mom who has no compassion and doesn’t nurture when it’s required. I want my daughter to know that I’m always there for her, but I don’t want to do things for her. I’m trying to raise a fully functioning human being here, but I feel like some days I am doing the worst possible job at that. 

Today, I brought her to the playground to hang out with her best friend the last day before school starts. When we got there, we were the only ones there. It was delightful. Then some people from the local mom’s group showed up. Then my friend and her kids showed up and then a slew of other people were there as well. Almost immediately, my daughter demands with fury in her eyes that I help her drop down off the monkey bars. She never even asked politely once. She just assumed that I should know that she wanted my help with my superhuman mind reading powers. So I told her that I absolutely would not help her since she didn’t ask nicely. I felt like that was reasonable. So she went about her business and kept trying to drop down but she was too afraid to just let go. She stayed over there at those monkey bars the entire time we were at the playground and refused to do anything else until she could do that. 

She barely even saw the friend that we’d come to see. She kept walking away and pouting. Or she’d start yelling or crying or any number of things. One more embarrassing than the next. I kept telling her that me helping her was not going to count anyway because she wouldn’t have to do anything on her own and she wouldn’t have accomplished anything. After she got super frustrated, I finally decided to help her. So as I’m holding her, telling her to just let go, she starts flailing her feet around trying to reach the platform behind her. I told her not to do that and to just let go and she for some reason thought I was just going to let go of her or something and refused to do it. Then as she’s squirming away from me she elbowed me right in the face. It was at that point that I told her I was done, and we were going home. 

She cried so loudly and kept saying “I’m not cool anymore. I can’t even do this one simple thing!” I have no idea where she even got the concept of being cool or how she thought jumping off the monkey bars made her cool, or how she didn’t realize that crying like a two year old when you’re six is not exactly cool. 

So I felt bad that she was feeling bad about herself, but I was also the most embarrassed I have ever been by her behavior. Everyone at the playground was looking at us, probably thinking we were the most dramatic people in the universe. Should I have just helped her? Would she have played nicely afterwards? I don’t think so. She would’ve tried to do it again on her own and still would’ve been too scared so she would’ve thrown a fit anyway. If this was the first time that she has acted like this on a playground it would be one thing, but literally every time I bring her to a playground, what should be a fun time turns into a screaming, crying, foot stomping mess. And then on the few days that she does actually have fun, those are the times when there are circumstances that don’t allow us to stay at the park. It never fails. 

We have a lot of these little moments around here because my daughter is very emotional and overly dramatic about things. I never know how I am going to approach the situation until the second something comes out of my mouth. Maybe I should make a game plan and do the same thing every time, but I don’t even know what that would be! I feel like I am just winging it way too much of the time. I really hope I am not causing permanent damage to my daughter. Parenting is freaking hard! :(

Summertime Chaos

As an introverted quiet bookworm, it is sometimes very difficult for me to deal with the rantings and ravings of my two very loud girls. On a daily basis, I hear the same things over and over and over again until I want to fling myself off a bridge. And then miraculously and mercifully it is bedtime. The most popular phrases in my house are as follows:

“Hey! I had that first! Give it back!” followed of course by screaming, yelling and lots of pushing and shoving.

“Noooooooooooo!” Screamed by my three year old if her sister so much as looks at her funny. 

“Boo!” yelled by my five year old just about every two seconds as loud as can possibly be. She never scares anyone but annoys the shit out of everyone. 

“Piper! Don’t touch that!” 

Oh and my favorites:

“Mommy? Mommy? Can I….(insert some super annoying, time consuming, messy thing here)

“I’m bored, there’s nothing to do.” While sitting in a huge pile of toys they can’t be bothered to clean up. 

These phrases are inevitably followed by these:

“Be quiet!” 

“Don’t take things out of your sister’s hands.”

“Stop instigating your sister.”

“Stop screaming!”

“Be nice to each other.”

“Try asking for it nicely.”

“Learn to listen!”

“Clean up!” I have to say this about a hundred times per five minutes because if I don’t keep on them, they will just get distracted and start playing with everything they are supposed to clean. If they don’t have a very short deadline to get something done, it never gets clean.

 I hate it. I hate hearing them at each other’s throats every day and I hate having to say the same damn things fifty times a day, each and every day. I’ve noticed that if the big one would just stop doing little things to annoy her little sister on purpose, and the little one would stop screaming about every tiny little thing, everything would go swimmingly around here. They can’t seem to do it though. They’d rather get in trouble fifty times a day than stop doing those two things. Ugh. I know they’re little and have little impulse control but it is getting tiring. 

Thankfully, school is starting again soon and mommy can have a few hours of sanity per week! Can I get an Amen from all the mamas out there ready to eat their young this summer? We all need a break from each other and I am excited for everyone to have their own thing to do this year. So in my house, the countdown has begun. Three weeks from yesterday. Dealing with one of them at a time is so much easier. :) 

Can we all just calm the F$#@ Down?!

Now I’m not out to bash America. I love my country as much as the next gal. I just think that Americans have their heads up their asses for myriad reasons. From our laws, to our customs, to our general sense of overwhelming anxiety to doing everything EXTREME!

We overeat to the extreme, then freak out because we are fat and then over diet until we hate our lives. Someone makes an annoying comment on our Facebook page and we freak out and unfriend them or worse, get into a public, petty, stupid fight with them. The news is definitely extreme. All it does is create a panic about topics by asking questions that purposely push people’s buttons so people do nothing for hours but argue and judge other people for their actions and opinions.

We get self righteous to the extreme and demand an execution for someone who committed any kind of crime or we speculate why some accident happened. It’s never just an accident. There is always someone there to say things like “He was probably talking on his phone. Idiot.” or “I’m sure she was drunk. Great parent she is.” and other such things. When did we all become so indifferent and callous when it comes to our fellow human beings? It seems that no one is able to see anyone else’s point of view or walk a mile in their shoes before picking up stones to throw.

There is nowhere that this mentality is stronger than in parenting. If you bottle feed, you are the devil. If you nurse, you better be sure you cover those suckers up because you’re just obscene and disrespectful of people in public. If you spank, you’re a really bad parent. If you don’t, you’re too lenient and creating spoiled little brats with no respect. If you let your kid eat at McDonald’s, you should be shot. If you force a vegan diet on your child, it’s child abuse. If you let your kid out to play by themselves for awhile, you have CPS knocking on your door, or worse, cops ready to arrest you for endangering the welfare of a child.

And while there is a huge, raging, angry debate about vaccinations, I won’t get into that because I feel there is a clear right and wrong to that argument so I will keep that out of my examples here. It’s just exhausting that we are not able to parent in peace. There is always someone out there telling us we’re doing it wrong, no matter what choice it is that you’re making. If you had dreams of being the perfect parent, you better forget them, because it’s pretty much impossible. If you swore you would never spank your children and then end up just yelling at them in frustration, you’re still not the parent you wanted to be.

But I digress… my point is that as Americans we spend so much of our time worrying about our kids. We don’t let them out of our sight anymore. They can’t play by themselves to gain valuable skills and confidence and street smarts. They can’t use knives or learn how to cook, they can’t stay in the house by themselves until they’re at least 13 and that seems to be pushing it with some people. We worry about them playing too many video games yet keep supplying them with the technology to use.

We worry that our babies are going to hurt themselves beyond repair to the extent that we have to basically bubble wrap the whole house before they even arrive. We worry that we don’t do enough to entertain them (thank you Pinterest). All we do is worry, worry, worry. Oh, and then judge people who worry more or less than we do. If they worry more, they are a helicopter parent, and if they worry less, they are a careless parent. We of course, worry just the right amount.

Do you think parents obsess over their kids everywhere else? No! They practically raise themselves. There is no child proofing. There is no all day snacking and separate meals for kids. They let them go, run, play by themselves. They take busses and ride bikes all alone. They are turning into self-reliant, happy people because they know they can conquer fears and obstacles. We never give our children that opportunity and then we wonder why they are depressed, violent, suicidal and apathetic. We revolve our whole entire lives around our children. We let our marriages, our social lives, and our very sense of self crumble in “sacrifice” for our children. We shouldn’t be doing that. We should show them how to become good people that other people want to be around. Respectful, smart, kind, happy people.

One of the best gifts we can give our children is keeping our marriages together and let them know that they are not the center of any universe. Ours, or society’s. They do not need trophies for every ball they catch or half-assed report they write. That is not teaching them anything. I just wish we as Americans could look at the success other countries are having in terms of parenting or schooling and start trying them out here. But so many people think the American way is best that they can’t even try it. And those of use who would like to try a new way get harassed by people thinking that we’re neglecting our children or endangering them.

The problem, the way I see it, is that because there are so many different beliefs and values in this country, the more dramatic, anxiety ridden parent is what is controlling the way all parenting is done. Say I want to let my 6 year old go explore around the block by herself for a few minutes, there is probably going to be some over zealous parenting calling the cops because some poor helpless child has been abandoned out on the street.

When I was a kid, I wandered all over the city by myself between the ages of 5 and 7 and I learned a lot and came out of it alive. We do not give our children enough credit. My 6 year old daughter is probably smarter than a lot of 12 year olds that I run into so we shouldn’t judge whether someone else’s child is capable of being out alone. And don’t give me the predator line because I refuse to believe that we live in a world where there is just a creep hiding behind every single tree and that my children are absolutely going to be attacked or abducted if they step out of the house alone. They are much more likely to have something bad happen to them by a family member.

I was a latchkey kid. And I’m glad I was. I learned how to keep myself busy. I learned how to cook for myself. I learned how to do laundry. I enjoyed the space and time to myself before I had a parent asking me a hundred questions about my day. I don’t know where the idea came from that children need their parents around all the time because I can bet that pretty much all of them would like us to just get up out of their grill most of the time.

I struggle with a lot of these issues daily because these messages just get beat into you until you have anxiety too. I worry that I don’t spend enough time with my kids. I worry that I yell to much. I worry that I don’t give them enough vegetables. I constantly worry about them getting hurt. That’s the biggest problem for me. It’s hard to let my kids learn how to use a knife or ride a bike or climb a tree when I am imagining a trip to the ER in my near future. I want to find a way to relax though. Just let them figure stuff out for themselves. Let them problem solve. Let them learn some conflict resolution; some self reliance. I want them to be confident in their abilities and strong enough not to succumb to peer pressure when they are older. And that starts now. I strongly believe my freedom as a child led to me not ever giving in to doing something I didn’t want to do. I could write about this for days, but I’ll let you off the hook here. :) If you’re interested in reading more about this, some great reads can be found here:  and Here.

My life, simplified.

I don’t know if it’s the whole situation with my father in law dying so young or what, but I’ve been thinking lately about how I really want to live my life. The way I envisioned it ten, or even five years ago is not the same as I am picturing it now.

I’ve always felt a little up in the air about whether I wanted to live in a city or not. I always liked the idea of a city just because it’s close to everything and there is stuff to do, but deep down I think I always knew that I am a country (well mountain really) girl at heart. The things that the city offers are not really things that make my soul happy. Most of that stuff involves eating food that is no good for you and spending money that you really shouldn’t on things that you don’t need. Not really a place I would be ultimately happy living. And this is probably completely neurotic, but in every zombie, alien and terrorist flick, they always start out in the cities where people have nowhere to run and it just looks horrendous. If I wasn’t claustrophobic, I might just consider an underground bunker in case of one of those situations should arise. :)

My husband recently wrote this post about wanting to live in a tiny house. And the more I think about it, the more wonderful it seems. Granted, living in a really tiny house would be next to impossible with our two kids, but I am thinking that a house under 1000 square feet would be completely possible. I used to dream of a big huge house with a pool and a big kitchen island, lots of bedrooms, etc. But I don’t want that anymore. What I see when I look at those houses now is entrapment. Lots of cleaning, lots of repairs, lots of worry and lots of money. And what do you have to do in order to make all the money to pay for that big house? Work. A lot. So that you’re probably never even there enjoying the monstrosity that you built. And then of course you have to fill that house up with crap. That costs money too. Then you worry about people robbing you of all your awesome stuff so you have to pay for a security system and lots of insurance. Ugh. It sounds like a prison sentence.

I grew up in a very small house. My mom had the right idea. She bought what she could afford. I couldn’t say how many square feet it is, but I’m pretty sure it’s probably less than 800. And I survived just fine. It was always clean, warm, and comfortable and everyone still had their own space. I never felt deprived. Right now, I look around and realize that an entire tiny house and then some can fit in our living room. And as much as I love my house and don’t regret buying it, I am really looking forward to a house that doesn’t have enough space to bring a lot of junk into it. I look forward to my daughters realizing they can live very happily on a lot less. I don’t want to raise them to be entitled and spoiled. I want them to grow up with a mindfulness in their living, with an idea how what they do and buy and consume affects the earth and their own futures.

What I really picture when I think of my ideal living is waking up in the morning in a house that I don’t have to spend hours cleaning, with just enough clothes to get through a week so I don’t have loads upon loads of laundry, having a cup of coffee on my porch while watching colorful birds fly through the numerous trees in my “yard”. But I don’t really want a yard because yards chain us to yard work. I would like to have a garden that I don’t kill, eat fresh fruits and veggies, read a book in a little comfy corner of my small house and then venture out to take some photographs. It sounds like heaven to me. Maybe this is my empty nest life, I don’t know, but one of these days, I would really like to live like this. I want to be far away from temptation of consumerism and poor eating habits. I want to be far away from asshole neighbors that have no respect for your peace and quiet or personal property. I want to be somewhere with little to no traffic noise and lots and lots of trees. A babbling brook would make it even more perfect!

I just want to be able to let stuff go that I have grown accustomed to in my life but that are not important and in fact make my life more stressed and unhappy. I want to do more for the environment like fitting my house with solar panels and walking places a lot more often. I want to raise my daughters with a sense of peace in their souls and a confidence that they don’t need to get sucked into popular society and what they think is cool. I would also love to live so much more simply so that money is not a constant stressor but a means to live my simple life. I don’t need more than enough. I just need enough.