Ok, You're So F-in Smart...

These are the questions spinning through my head, making me dizzy and ready to toss my cookies into the next county: How do I contain a 14 month old's temper tantrums when all he does is scream/whine and flop backwards like a fainting goat? When am I going to understand before-mentioned 14 month old who still speaks in toddler babble? Can I get a babelfish for the 14 month old, PLEASE? Does anti-war equal anti-military (more on this when I have more time to post)? Do the WW gods think they could reward me by making my weigh-in really awesome? I did get up at 5 AM all week and ride the stationary bike for 25 minutes! Did I mention 5 AM EVERYDAY THIS WEEK?!

Leftovers

Wanna know a super quick way to rid the fridge of leftovers? Are you ready for it? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Have the fridge get stuck in defrost mode for the better portion of the day! Leftovers? HA! What leftovers?! Of course, times like these make me very grateful we live in an apartment. If WE had to pay for an after-hours call and replacement parts - well, the "Mint" household would be quite unhappy.

Farther & Farther Away From the Baby Aisle

JuniorMint and I were on our way to daycare this morning and as I looked back at him it seemed that he grew overnight. He looks more like a little boy and every day it seems the "infant" stage is quickly passing us by. Here he is, hanging out by the pool. My young boy instead of little infant: I'm excited for the next stage and all of the things that he will learn. At the same time, I know I'm going to miss buying little clothes and teddy bears.

HA! I did it again...

She's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous green day - she's a rebel I moved JuniorMint's highchair next to me in the Kitchen and cleaned sippy cups this morning while he finished eating!

Violet, You're Turning Violet!

There are times when it makes complete sense to run back to the mid 90's. I was THAT person this morning - jamming in my car, stereo cranked up high enough to make the sound distort (well, pretty damn close to that anyway), singing my heart out and not giving a goddamn! Courtney Love and Hole were putting me in the best "F-U" mood ever! Follow it up with Green Day and the "anti-establishment" roar has begun! So what spurred me into this? Yesterday morning I couldn't have told you, last week, 2 months ago...nope, I didn't have a damn clue. Just before oh my god it's only 9:30! bedtime I'd been thinking of why I haven't been able to stick to the Weight Watcher plan as well as I did the first time, why I second guess 75% of the things I do with JuniorMint and a handful of other things. The top two are WW and JuniorMint. I've come to determine that I've been too focused on achieving things because of what other people will think of me or what they expect of me. This got me in "trouble" in college and it seems to be leading me down the same path again. I'll save you all the gory details but suffice it to say that I realized the first time I did WW I was doing it to see if I could. There was a bit of competition between me and another person but hell, I don't see her at all anymore so that "edge" has died. I didn't do it for anyone else but me. That changed after JuniorMint was born because people are watching me to see if I loose the remaining weight. I feel judged by them and therefore have to prove something to them. THAT has been my problem. The second thing has been JuniorMint. Again, I feel judged by people when I do certain things and have been second guessing myself on most of the things I do with him. None of them are bad but just different. Mainly, the difference in age between me and my boss and how she raised her kids and versus how people raise them now (ie - how I raise my son, how C-Mint raises her daughter, how D-Mint raises her son). Here's an example: Boss is in her late 50's. That's just for a point of reference. She has 3 grandsons and this will reference the middle one, B. She believes that he doesn't eat well because mom needs to sit at the table and wait for him to finish. B eats just fine when Boss is over and sits at the table with him until he finishes. Boss doesn't approve of mom running around cleaning up or going through papers while waiting for B to finish eating. She thinks all parents need to sit down and wait. This is also the lady that gave B's mom a hard time for breastfeeding thier newest son for 8 weeks. She thought the mom should just get it over with. NICE! Up until this morning, I thought that made sense and waited it out with JuniorMint. It does make sense to keep them company if everyone else has finished, however if they see everyone else getting to play, etc and they're at the table alone then maybe it will urge them to finish eating. I can see it both ways however I am not going to be ruled by them. This morning, I ate breakfast with JuniorMint and waited about 5 minutes after I was done for him to finish. Then, I put the high chair with him in it in the Kitchen next to me and proceeded to clean some of the sippy cups, clear off the counter and put some stuff away. I talked to him as I did it all so he didn't feel "out of place". Oh The Humanity! The Scandal! OOOOOOOO... (see, I have a bit of rebellion left in me after all-LOL!)

Easing my uncertainty...................NOT!

JuniorMint is quickly outgrowing his sleepsack so we decided to give him one of his blankets. I am still uncertain of it, but he sleeps okay with one during naptime and with being 14 months old we thought it would be okay. So, to ease my concerns, he decides to sleep like this: Ummmmm, okay...

The eyes have it

JuniorMint's eye is much better! The dot is more of a thin line that is disappating. Hell, it's almost gone. TAKE THAT bitch receptionist at the eye doctor's office! PartTimer K showed up today and was very apologetic. We'll see how it goes. The track record for this position has been hit and miss. I like PartTimer K and I hope it works out. I'm looking at other "opportunities" however certain standards will have to be met. If I have to suck it up to maintain some stability for my family then so be it. That's been THE reason for me not jumping ship a long time ago. It stinks to take it in the a** but there are 2 other people who rely on me so... we'll see how it goes.

"The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care."

I hate 3/4 of people I know/meet. Seriously. I'm thisclose to hole-ing myself up in a small room and flipping the bird to anyone who passes by and dares to look in. The part-timer who had/has a brain and started last week...well... . . . . . . . . . she called in sick today. She may indeed be sick. I don't know her well enough to discern whether it's BS or not. At this point, I don't care. Good god, does anyone have a sedative?! I'd give just about anything to be like Peter from Office Space. If I had a cubicle, I'd undo the screws and push the whole muther-effing thing over, mostly to see what the reaction would be, but also as a physical example of how pissed off/stressed out I am. You know, since employers tend to frown on any other options out there.

Lion or Rock Star.....

You Decide. LOL JuniorMint growls pretty good but towards the end of the video he could rival the best 80's big hair band.

Excuse You?!

I'm nothing if not blunt and downright bitchy at times. If someone treats me poorly, acts all "high and mighty"/bitchy to me I will return with vengenance. Today I noticed that JuniorMint has a red "spot" on the white of his eye. I figure (as does PapaMint) that he rubbed his eye too hard or poked himself...something along those lines and it just got irratated. The rest of his eye is fine - not puffy, red (other than the spot) or watery. We decide to call the opthalmologist to see if they recommend we bring him in or wait it out a week and see how it goes. I call and get the damnedest-bitch EVER! She put me on hold 5 times, cut me off mid sentenance, wouldn't let me explain/ask my question about the appt. I should've just hung up but I didn't. When she did come back on the phone she proceeded to tell me that we had to bring JuniorMint in RIGHTFUCKINGNOW. I told her I didn't think it was a "the sky is falling" emergency and that I couldn't just leave work RIGHTFUCKINGNOW. She said that there was no other option. I told her I'd have to see what I could work out. She also had the audacity to say in the harshest voice that if we didn't go to the appointment that they (the office/DR) were (and I quote word for mother fucking word) "Not responsible for any medical care if something happens." PapaMint calls and listens to me vent about her and he calls her back. He explains the same situation and suggests setting up an appointment for next week. She says there are none available. He asks for the following week, "none available." He calls her out about why there are no appointments available for the next 2 weeks. She says because "it's an emergency. He needs to be seen." PapaMint (being so on top of it) says if it's an emergency now it'll be an emergency next week and that they should try and be more accomodating to parents and their work schedules. After a bit more back and forth the conversation ends. She then calls back not even 10 minutes later saying that we could have an appointment on Monday. This, after just telling PapaMint there were NO appointments available! So at this point I'm nice and pissed off, PapaMint is pissed off and we're no closer to determining if JuniorMint needs to go to the DR. Now, anyone who knows me understands that I'm "that" mom - the neurotic mom who questions everything and is overly cautious. The spot on his eye was concerning me, but good god I was calmer than the lady on the phone! If anyone has right to freak out, it should be me. This is my kid! Yet, I was worked up/pissed off not because of the spot but because of the bitch on the phone! After calling a couple different places to get opinions, it was decided that we'll wait it out for 2 weeks and see what happens. The consesus is that it's THIS Obviously if it gets worse we'll take him in to see a DR - DUH! So, still worked up, I called the bitch back and told her very bluntly that we will not be keeping the appointment on Monday and "thank you for your time." and hung up the receiver as fast and hard as I could. I couldn't do much more to express my displeasure. The bitch on the other line probably didn't give it a second thought. Needless to say, we will not be going there ever again. We live in a mid sized city, and there are other options. Also - why would bitch on the phone have to tell me they're not medically liable if we don't come in UNLESS they've had "concerns" with that in the past?! What DR's office says that? Isn't it commonfuckingsense that the DR isn't liable if you choose to not go in to see them?! Duhmotherfucking-DUH! And hmmmmmm, perhaps there is more going on at their office...

Ok, Ok...

I'll take a nap!

O Happ (ier) Day!

Finally, someone who has a brain! We've hired a part-time person to replace the other and she is awesome! She knows her way around a keyboard and PC, can type decently and has a good personality. I hope she stays. She seems really excited for the job and did an amazing job today. I'm so not blowing smoke! She picked up on things really well. I'm happier. I just hope she stays for a while! :-)

Ok, Seriously...

Does it get any better than THIS?! Who needs soap operas? LMAO!

Jammin'

Makes Me Wonder Lyrics

Take That!

So I've been working at a snail's pace and it's been a blessing and a curse. A curse because the men (one in particular) wants all his work to be done asap and since my asap = at least 40-60 minutes now, well he goes to my boss to have her come and ask if I'm done with fill-in-the-blank proposal. It doesn't make me look good, but... it's a blessing because she finally understands how many of the reps come to me with asap work and has called them out on it. Whether that will actually do any good, I doubt it, but at least now she "knows" a bit of what I'm up against. So....... Take That!

Pondering the World

Jump Around!

Being a Slacker is Hard Work

Ok, so I was raised with a pretty good work ethic. You show up on time, you do what's expected of you (and on occassion do more), try to "play nice" with others - you've heard it before. Fast forward to now and I still have that ethic. Problem is, I've now put myself in a position where everyone expects me to prepare their proposals "asap" and they treat me simply as a means to an end. Sure, every place is like that. Only now I feel backed into a corner. Everything with them is rush, rush, motherfucking rush! I would work hard to get the work done for them on time/right away, etc. I've told them that since "part time girl" quit 6 weeks ago it's been really busy and they need to cut me some slack. I've told my boss and she's told them. I've bit their heads off about it. I've been a downright bitch to them about it. Do you think I've made any progress? . . . So, damn the man/men! I'm not going to jump through their hoops any longer. I'll get the work done, etc, but their "rush" jobs are going to go from taking 10 minutes to 30. When they put down that they need a job by 10am. They're not going to get it until 5 or 10 after 10. I'm sick of being walked all over. It's my own fault for trying to make everyone happy. I backed myself into a corner and now I have to fight my way out. So, instead of making everyone happy, I'm going to make them un-happy. LOL Don't mis-understand, I'm still going to do the work, etc, right away. It's just going to sit in the "out" box on my desk until the very last minute that they need it. They want to give me work last minute, I'm going to return the "favor" and get it back to them last minute. Take that you fuckers! Aunt B(itch) is back!