Yeah... Poop...

It's probably no surprise that since my daughter is barely going to be 5 months old, I am pretty much overwhelmed by being a parent. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE has an opinion on what I should be doing with the baby.

 We use cloth diapers. We really do it to save money, and I think wanting to save money is a pretty normal thing. Since, people act like we are crazy, dumb, and/or naive. I realize that cloth is more work than disposable. Clipping coupons is more work than paying full price. Going to an outlet is (usually) more inconvenient than paying retail. People do those things all the time, and no one acts like those people are out of their minds. Its generally accepted than saving money can mean more work on your part.

The thing that makes me laugh is when people say "but the poop!!" So… if I use disposable diapers, I won't be subject to poop?? Uh, no. Having a child pretty much means there will be poo in your future. And pee. And spit up. And boogers. Babies might be totally adorable, but they can be kinda gross, too. When I say this, then people say "but the poop… in the washing machine!" So, if your child poonami's an outfit, will you just throw it away? What if it's just a little pooplosion? Will you throw away the baby's clothes, your clothes, and any blankets and sheets that get poo on them? Or will you wash them in *gasp* the washing machine??? That's what I thought.

the Bossy Lady Committee

I must be crazy.

I come from what could be described as a typical Hispanic family. I had a piñata at every birthday party I ever had. My family makes tamales every year at Christmas-time. If someone's kid is turning one, you know the whole family will be at the party and there will be more people in attendance than gifts for the birthday babe. I have more first cousins than I can count.

It's this last fact that leads me to think I must be crazy. One of my cousins got it into her head that we should take a picture with ALL of the cousins to give to my grandma. Then she posted on Facebook that we need to get a committee of 3-5 of us. And I VOLUNTEERED! Yes, I wasn't even recruited. I volunteered! (Funny aside: All of the cousins who volunteered for the committee are first born daughters… AKA bossy ladies.)

I have a cousin in the Navy, a few in jail, and one that lives in another state. I have NO idea how we are gonna get this together, but it looks like its gonna be an adventure.

Guilt - Can Live With It, Can't Live Without It

I never knew how much guilt comes along with being a parent.

There's guilt about not doing things the "right" way. There's guilt about not being the "perfect" parent. I love my daughter. I love her more than I ever knew it was possible to love. I look at her and can't believe what a miracle she is. I think she is beautiful and perfect and funny and cuddly. I talk to her, play with her, kiss her, sing to her, and love on her as much as I can.

And yet… I am glad to get a break from her.

Wow, it hurts me to write that. It's the truth, though. As much as I love her, she is a whole lot of work! I never knew how much work a kid really is. Not enough sleep followed up with being hyper-aware is truly and completely exhausting. And she's only been around for four months! I have to take it one day at a time or I might freak out. Still, I feel uber-guilty about wanting a break and getting one. I work 40 hours outside of the home, so I'm away from her for all of that time. Shouldn't I be able to revel in the time that I'm with her? And if I can't, if I break down and ask for help, aren't I a bad mother for needing a break when I'm already not with her all day every day?

Square One

I miss blogging. I'm starting again...

I live in Arizona.

I'm married to Mr. R aka Sweetheart. He's my true love.

I have a beautiful daughter named Baby A. She's 4 months old. We use cloth diapers. My family thinks I'm a hippie.

I work full-time outside the home. I also am a PureRomance consultant. I hope to be a stay at home mom someday. I want to be able to homeschool Baby A.

I'm hardcore addicted to Facebook, Pinterest, and Words with Friends.