Friday, August 27, 2010

People at WIC suck

So yea. I went to apply for WIC again. Was told they help with baby formula.

Well.... they do, but only the ones that made him sick. So thats out.  They can't supply us with anything that he can eat. Not even with a doctors note that he needs to eat that kind.

And of the stuff they would supply for an adult, I would really only use what would amount to fifteen dollars a month.

So its pretty pointless. Because to even GET the "help" you have to go in to some cooking class. Probably making things that I wouldn't make at home anyways, if I even had time to cook.

...and I hate to say it this way, but the dumb bitches who work there.... I wanted to slap that nasty cow in the face when she rolled her eyes at me when I said we tried to breastfeed and it didn't work.

And the mean one at the desk who was shaking her head and tsk tsk-ing at this woman who came in and needed the vouchers for her baby formula. They looked down on everyone who walked through that door with scorn. And it was ten times worse for those moms who walked in with they baby holding a bottle.

Damn those Nursing Nazis. For some moms, it just doesn't work. And it doesn't make that mom a bad mom!

It was a humiliating experience to be treated like crap because I needed help.

And then to find out that they really don't help anyways.

So screw that.

We will manage somehow.

Friday, August 20, 2010

I can't think of a title for this one...

Well I am another year older...

I was talking to Liam last night, telling him about the dreamcatcher in the corner of the bedroom that he seems to stare at all the time. I realized that it was made for me by a friend about this time last year, before we even knew Liam existed.

It is hard to think of a time when I didn't have Liam. Even though he is only 11 weeks old, it feels like he has been part of my life forever. The time before him feels like it was a million years ago.

I am so happy to have him.

I got lots of happy birthday wishes from people, and a few gifties that are just great. I need to remember to say thank you to my family for all of them. I am just so spacey lately. I am thinking about it now... but I am writing in here right now, by the time I am done, I will probably forget to send a thank you e-mail.

My aunt Judy called a little while ago, she and my Grandma wanted to come over this afternoon. I think that would be nice, but I am somewhat ashamed of my apartment. I have not been able to keep up on keeping it clean. I sweep, I mop, I try to clean but it really is that as soon as I finish cleaning its a mess again. Stuff from outside tracked in on feet, clutter all over the place. I just can never catch up. Stuff left behind here and there...

Ugh, and some rotting flowers that need to go out...

Not to mention the box of diapers, the trash bucket in the bathroom, and the never ending supply of CAT HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Its enough to make me want to shave them all bald! Oooh, plus then I might not have an allergic reaction to Tulip. Love her to bits but ONE HAIR gets on my face and its all over.

Well, I took a break from typing this to clean up a bit while I was thinking about it. I suppose now I should go send some thank you e-mails!

Oh, but before that... Have some Liam!

Friday, August 13, 2010

ZOMGWTF Neighbors!

Oh I know I know I know I have complained about these neighbors in the past, but really...

It has come down to Annabel SLAPPING Brianna.

Brianna and her were fighting and Annabel is screaming at her, telling her to go to hell and she slapped her. Twice that day.

No matter what a child has done, slapping them and screaming at them will NOT make them change their behavior.

So the girl wants to cling to men, well, her mom has HOW many kids? with HOW many different dads? Gee, lets think where she gets that behavior from.. or it might just be that she wants a male figure in her life who isn't being MEAN to her like the guys here are.

They see Annabel screaming at her and treating her like dirt, so they think its ok. The kids do it, the teenagers upstairs do it... Everyone treats this child like she is worthless.

My heart hurts for her.

So, someone called the cops. *whistles innocently*

And next thing you know Annabel is threatening that if she finds out who did that she will have them evicted. Riiiiiigh. Sure thing CrAZy LAdY!!! You just try it. I dare ya!

Then she is coming around and practically smooshing my screen in screaming at me and Dan, "Did you call the cops? If you did I wish you would mind your own business." We just asked "wait, WHAT happened? Oh wow, someone called the cops? Who would do that?" *innocent face*

Well... You scream at Brianna, you slap her, your screaming wakes me up almost every day, your screaming wakes my son from his nap, your screaming makes me feel like I am going to puke, or maybe just go outside and beat the shit out of you. So you know what BITCH, you MADE IT MY BUSINESS!

Besides, if anyone saw that kind of abuse and DIDN'T think it was wrong and want to do something about it, THEY would be in the wrong just as much as Annabel is.

Angie treats the girl like crap too... yea, the pregnant one who smokes. She sprayed the girl in the face with a hose for crying because she had an injury to her foot. An 11 year old crying, GOD FORBID! we better stop that, NO ONE should CRY! I mean really.. what is this world coming too, a child crying because they hurt...

I wish I could just kidnap that girl and take her away from this. Sure, she might have issues. She lies a lot. But you know, if you got slapped for anything you did wrong, you would try to lie and say you didn't do anything wrong as well. She is clingy, well, that is understandable, I think she just wants a scrap of love, some attention that isn't negative...

But as sad as this all is, Brianna, Angie's unborn child (one month to go... oh god that poor baby...) all the kids who get yelled at... well, I can't fix it. I can't stop this... and to save my own little heart from breaking, I really hope our plans to move soon keep going forward. Or I might just have to call child services a few HUNDRED times. Or I might move, THEN call child services. A LOT.

Our children deserve better than this. EVERY child deserves better. You can't just ignore things like this when they are shoved in your face. When they wake you up every morning and make you sad...

So send some kind thoughts to a little girl named Brianna, and pray for Annabel... I am currently praying that she gets run over by a truck carrying a load of manure, but thats just me.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Trying to get my feet under me...

As I am learning more about how to be a good mommy I am finding that I have a few moments each day to try and get other things done.

While Liam grows a bit more and sleeps a bit longer for naps I have the time to try and work on things around the house. I managed to vacuum the rug, sweep and mop most of the floor, fold all my laundry, scrub the tub, do a load of dishes, scoop cat poop every other day... in between making bottles, washing bottles, changing diapers, bathing the baby, comforting the baby, dressing the baby, trying to get some sleep at night before he wakes up to demand to be fed again.

But I know it will get even better, I will have more time.

I am hoping to start picking up some freelance design work in the fall. I need to start DOING something again. I love being a stay at home mom, but once Liam is napping for a few hours each afternoon I will need something to do with that time that will help bring in some income.

We are looking into getting a house soon, with a LOT of help from my mommy. It will be nice to have a yard and a place to make a real garden. The one we are looking at even has a BBQ outside and a pond that would be easy to clean out and refill. Ohhh, I can put some goldfishies in it!!! And plant some pretty stuff around it. It will be nice.

Liam is growing well. He weighed in at 12lbs 12oz at 9 weeks old! Wheee!

He is smiling more and being awful cute all the time. He is eating more as well. Hopeful this will soon lead to him sleeping a bit longer at night.

But he is an endless joy, all the time. Even when he is spitting up right down the front of my shirt. Gotta love it!

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