Boys Will Be Boys

Another day of ramblings…

I’m surrounded by pregnant women and women that just had babies.  It’s like baby pictures are popping up on every blog and all my friends pages.  I’m not saying this is a bad thing instead bring on the cuteness!  One of my co-workers just hit her 2nd trimester, two of our good friends are pregnant with their 1st kiddos, SIL is pregnant with her 2nd and then a bunch of friends have newborns!    There’s something in the water and I’m SO not drinking it!

As much as I’d love a 3rd kiddo someday, I definitely know now is not the time.  I am determined to finish nursing school first and foremost before we even think of whether the 3rd is truly part of our future.  If you’d ask Patrick, I think he’d be perfectly fine with the house full of boys.  As much as I love my boys, I can’t get the thought of adding some more girly attitude to the mix.   Of course, everyone also tells us that we are just boy parents.   Regardless, it’s fun to see friends starting new adventures in parenting.  Nothing quite prepares you to be a parent, whether it be your first child or adding another to the mix.

One thing I do know is that I’m happy with what we have.  I look back at when we first decided to get pregnant and the emotional roller coaster from our miscarriage and then see how far we’ve come with 2 beautiful, healthy boys and am amazed at times.   Now for my rambling.  I know parts of this blog are going to sound a little harsh or as someone has called me in the past “caustic”, but it’s my blog and I can write what I want!  Today is my day for that type of post!

I haven’t lived a perfect life, who has?  I haven’t had a perfect childhood or family growing up, but again who has?  I have tried to live with the thought that “good things happen out of the bad” and “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”.   There’s been so many up’s and down’s growing up from a family of divorce and even throughout my young adulthood of struggling with my sense of self in some ways.  I think no matter how you grow up, you have struggles both inner and in real life but what you take from those experiences is what makes you.  Anyhow, lately I’ve been irritated by some things so I’m throwing these out there.

I have a real hard time with the “Pity Party” stories.  I am very sympathetic to a point sure but I get tired of hearing sad stories and the need for people to be sorry for them.   I have a hard time watching good people being taken advantage of.  I have a hard time with people that mooch and can’t be independent themselves.  I have a hard time with people that say or act all independent and yet have had things handed to them.  I have a hard time understanding how women that are in bad relationships would want to get pregnant again and bring a child into that mess.  I have a hard time hearing that a pregnancy was an oopsie more than once as if they don’t know what birth control is/how it works… or was it really an oopsie and maybe instead a “I want another, so we’ll have another.”  I have a hard time watching parents put kids in unsafe situations in the car whether it be carseats in the front seat, turning around a carseat so early etc.  Why risk it when your kids at that age have no clue what the front vs. back seat or what it’s like to be forward facing?  I have a hard time watching / hearing /seeing people go on crazy shopping binges or buying bags of all things but complain about putting groceries on their table.   I have a hard time with people assuming that because I’m going back to nursing school now that somewhere I failed along the way.  I have a hard time with always being compared to cousins or friends.  I am my own person and don’t need any comparisons because my life is nothing like theirs.  I have a hard time with friendships ending without even a talk about what was bothering them and wonder whether it truly was a friendship in the first place.  I have a hard time being looked negatively as a mom that does attachment parenting as if that’s a bad thing.  I have a hard time watching friends try to keep up with the Jones’s.

It’s not that I think bad of people or judge them, because I like to think I’m not a judgmental type.   Maybe my post is hypocritical in some ways in that sense.  Yes, I have a hard time with some of those actions but I do understand that each person is going through different things in their lives.  I don’t know the whole story / see the whole picture behind ones actions but it doesn’t mean that I can’t have an opinion on them, right?  I definitely have my faults and I’m sure lots can criticize various parts of my life but that’s OK.

In the end, it’s about what’s best for myself and my family.  I can care about what others think sometimes but it all comes back to doing what’s best for us.  I often have wondered what life would be like had I done things differently but you know, I would never have the family I do now and be blessed with other things like good friends, a good job, roof over our head, our health ..among other things.

So, there’s my rambling for the day.  More lighter posts in the future ~ I promise!