I have been making goals for myself. The most important one is this site. It scares me. I have so many ideas for it including allowing me to write honestly what is on my mind. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to be honest with myself? A struggle I face daily because I am my own worst enemy (who isn’t). Avoiding this site is an option for me, instead of doing something with it I can pretend it is not here. The issue with that? This site is always on my mind. I really want to review products and write helpful information for other moms. I also want to tell people what to do with their lives. I mean in this era of loss and confusion someone needs to have their act together. Why not me?

To start myself out I think it’s best to refer to my last posting. Remember that mom who wanted to send her daughter to Aiden’s school again? The one that could not afford it and let me know all about ? I saw her right before Christmas while I was at Target (My new home away from home, which was having a fire issues last Sunday when I needed something from there. You better believe there is going to be a complaint filed).  Again, she started in with her daughter having a hard time in school. I truly wanted to stay away from giving advice but I could not help it. She was contemplating pulling her daughter from school. Instead of exchanging pleasantries I was doling out advice I most definitly did not have business doing. But I did it. And I will do it again because it’s me and I tend to stick my nose where it is not needed. Except it was needed and I stand behind what I said. There, that wasn’t too bad. I wrote a whole post and was completely honest. Win Win.

You get what you’ve always gotten.  This quote can be a direct reflection of my life.  Last Wednesday, I completely lost my temper with Aiden and spanked him more than I intended. Truth be told I never intended to spank him because I hate the idea of hitting. But I lost it and after it was done nothing was accomplished.  The incident took place before a gymnastics meet and I spent the rest of the evening disappointed in myself. Friends of mine, who don’t have children, kept telling me to get over it. Over and over I heard how they were spanked and they are fine. Well in my mind, there are direct problems with this thought. Aren’t we supposed to do better? Just because something was done a certain way doesn’t mean it is the right way. If that were the case and that type of thinking was acceptable, progress would never have been made. I firmly believe that we are supposed to use discipline as a tool to teach and not to dominate our children. How did I come out ahead by scaring my child? I proved to him that I was stronger and bigger. Nothing was learned or accomplished from this situation. I am sure there are a million people out there who would love to tell me how wrong I am. Please don’t. I have had two days to think about this and my mind is made up. There are more effective ways to look at punishment and I fully intend to exercise those ways.

Its been a long and arduous winter. March is here, I am six months pregnant. Which by the way, makes me incredibly nervous to speak of being pregnant online. I have fear of someone coming after me and trying to take my baby. To combat this, I am laying low online about the pregnancy and I keep a dog with me a lot. I have three of them so it isn’t too hard.  In fact if I were not pregnant and married, I would probably be the crazy dog lady. Actually, I might already be there. Even though my blogging skills on this sight have been lax, I have a lot of my own questions running through my head on parenting. Recently, my children have begun to try every nerve in my body. The constant twitching is par for the coarse now.  Obviously, this does not stop me from giving advice about parenting to my friends. Because well, I am completely an expert. In reality we are all flying blind trying to figure out how to raise this next generation of children. So in terms of discipline we are trying to stop a behavior while teaching them a lesson. I guess my question is what works? What’s the currency we use to entice our children on how to do the right thing, while teaching them a lesson? Better yet, what is the lesson?  I feel like many teenagers now  are missing the point of doing the right just for the sake of doing to right thing. How do we prevent this from happening with our children?

So its March 18th and I haven’t written since February 28th. My dog died. I’ve been working through the death of my dog for oh, 2 2/1 weeks now. It really sent me into a frozen cold space that I did not want to leave. It was not hard to sit in my dark space for a couple weeks and really think about what happened. Tony (my pup) came into my life seven years ago. The day I really moved to Maryland I rescued him. He was a six week old fur ball. Until he hit three he was an amazing dog. After that it was filled with a series of aggressive attacks against the other animals. We tried everything we could think of but it wasn’t enough. Resolution came in the form of a bite against my son. I still feel so guilty that my son was bitten by dog. It really feels like I sacrificed my son to keep my dog. If I would have done something different…Oh the drama in my head. But Tony is gone…almost. He is in a box in my car. I plan of scattering his ashes soon. Because it is just not normal to keep your dead dog in your car. Right?

At five in the AM when I was suffering from my whooping cough (I diagnosed myself) I had some profound insight that came to me (definitely due to the growth spurt I recently had). I also diagnosed Brittany’s condition. Not that I want to spend a lot of time on the subject but here are two more thoughts and then her and her mother can do what they want with the info I am putting out there.

Title: Parenting Has No Beginning and No End
Lynn, this one’s for you! Parenting has no boundaries. Parenting is forever. What are you doing, sitting in your car and watching your daughter attack the paparazzi with an umbrella? ( and Lynn, we all are very much aware of who gave Brit the umbrella. Crazed bald headed people don’t absent mindedly carry them around)! Mothers everywhere, including myself, would have stood up and applauded, had you gotten your lazy arse out of the car to stop the attack. You are still Brit’s mother and responsible for her actions. Why did you allow this to continue? (and further more why are you driving the get away car?)

Title: Diagnoses of Brittany and Her Behavior

Now I am no expert on the subject of post-partum depression, but I believe this is what is ailing Brit.
Let’s take a walk down memory lane. After giving birth to both of her sons, Brittany was almost always photographed with them. (K-fed rarely made an appearance with the children)-Clue #1
Many of the sightings, however, of Brit and the babes were highly questionable. (you may recall Brit driving frantically down the interstate with young Sean Preston in her lap and body guard in passenger seat) Clue#2 After Brits parenting skills were called into question several times, things seemed to calm down. (seemed-key word) Post-partum remained lying dormant, soon to be released upon the break up of her and K-fed. Her erratic behavior immediately came out.-Clue #3
This is the result of undiagnosed post-partum depression. Where is Brooke Shields, well known author and expert on the subject, when you need her?

I have a blog. I really really enjoy blogging. I won’t use the L word with blogging because that implies a committed relationship and I am not quite there yet. For awhile now I have been trying to think of a way to be creative with my writing and now I think I’ve found it. I want to write an advice column. Now with blog number two I will have a way to do that. I am not a credible source nor do I have a degree. What I am is right…mostly and never when it comes to my own life. Send me an email (coming soon on this page) or leave me a comment. I’ll do the rest. I also get to jump on my soap box from time to time and make comments about life.