Eventually I will be back. Lila starts Kindergarten next week.
I hope you will still be there.
-Selena
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Someday I will post again...
The last several months have NOT entirely sucked, and I know you don't want to hear happy shit. Happy shit is boring.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
No matter what you say, it's a shitty job.
When you become a mother, there are hundreds of things that no one warned you about. The bleeding nipples, the constant worrying, how you can both love and want to strangle your child at the same time. For me, ALL OF MOTHERHOOD was a shock because I never really paid attention when people with kids talked before.
But the thing that I am finding the most surprising, or perhaps the most difficult to deal with is that it has made very clear exactly what my mother did right. Lately though, it is becoming more and more obvious what she did wrong. Not that I didn't already go through therapy for a hundred years and deal with all my Mommy blame issues. Up until recently, I really thought I had forgiven her. I had decided that I was going to just use what I knew to not make the same mistakes with my child. And I do a really good job of providing Lila with structure where I had none.
There are plenty of things that I already knew about my mother. My mother (just like I do) suffered from a debilitating depression through most of my childhood. Because of this, she had little patience for my greedy desire for attention and would disappear at night to see her friends to be someone else for a few hours and forget her problems. The depression also made it hard for her to commit me to anything. No instrument lessons or dance or extra-curricular activities because committing me meant a commitment for her. I also know that she never pushed me, never gave me chores, never taught me to sat goals, never gave me boundaries. I always just slid by. I was smart. I was pretty. I was a kid and didn't know that I was lacking life skills because I was always able to talk myself out of any setback.
As a mother suffering from depression, I often find that I am too overwhelmed or exhausted to hear another whiny plea for a toy. I desperately want to just give in and let Lila watch TV all day and eat whatever the hell she wants because it is REALLY FUCKING HARD to sit there any listen to her cry when I ask her to do the things she needs to do. But I don't. Because my job as a parent doesn't allow me to. And as much as I want to take a handful of Xanax and walk away sometimes, I CAN'T. I understand the avoidance and withdrawal that my mother needed in order to preserve what little energy her illness left her with each day. I understand how much easier it would be to just decide I don't really care and just give in. It is easier to see your child happy than unhappy. I forgive her for feeling that way. Because I feel that way every day.
My mother is long recovered from her depression. She found medication that keeps the worst of it away and has worked out some of her own demons with a therapist. But here's the thing. As my child's daycare provider, the person who Lila spends several hours each day, my mother STILL does all these things. And it fucking infuriates me.
All the things that I demand of my child, all the ways that I try to mould her into a well-behaved, appreciative, cooperative kid is undone every single day. It seems that each time I pick her up, there is some argument with my mother because she has again disregarded my wishes and given something or allowed Lila to do something I have told her not to.
For example, (and believe me, this is just one) Lila was getting stomach aches. It occurred to me that she ate grilled cheese sandwiches a lot and those give ME stomach aches. So I told my mother not to give her any for the entire week to see if she still has stomach aches. And what did Lila have for lunch THE DAY AFTER I told my mother this? A MOTHERFUCKING GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. And when I asked my mother why the hell she gave Lila a grilled cheese sandwich, she shrugged and said, "that's what she wanted for lunch." I often have to remind my mother that Lila is 4. She wants an elevator in her bedroom closet and wants to get a pet Lion. Four year olds are not allowed to make every decision in their lives. That's why they need babysitters.
Of course, my mother maintains that she does these kinds of things because she is a GRANDMOTHER and that grandmothers are supposed to spoil their grand kids, which would be fine if Lila went over there once a month. But that's not even the point. Little things like this only remind me of why as an adult, I have such a hard time with moderation and why I am (illogically) crushed if I cannot get people to give me the things I want.
I have posted a few blogs about my mother spoiling Lila, and you will find plenty of examples here,
here, and also here of how my mother refuses to listen to me with regard to how I choose to raise my child. In her mind, I turned out just fine and so she must have done things right. BUT I DID NOT TURN OUT FINE!!! I am selfish (I was given whatever I asked for), I am lazy and unmotivated (there was never an incentive for doing anything or a punishment for not doing it) , I am very smart but cannot finish anything (no one ever made sure I did) and I have always been an underachiever (how do you push yourself if no one ever pushed you to do ANYTHING you said you didn't want to do?). Additionally, it never clicked that other people actually SET GOALS for the things they wanted to do and worked toward them until I was 26. I always just had things "happen" to me. Don't even get me started about money problems (my parents' view of money and credit are seriously fucking ridiculous - my mother believes in signing up for every credit card that she possibly can, and then maxing them out and making the minimum payments because "I won't be around that long anyway. I might as well get the things I want now before I'm dead. NO I AM NOT JOKING).
(I have already posted about how shitty I am as an adult HERE)
I KNOW that she gave these things to me. I blame her because my father just went along with whatever my mother said. And at some point in my mid-twenties, I realized that it was no longer her responsibility and it was up to me to try to change these deficiencies. And I really thought I had forgiven her because when I became a mother (and subsequently a mother with depression), I UNDERSTOOD why she did the things she did.
But I look at myself with Lila and I can't help but to be angry at my mother. Because I don't want to have to instill those things in her. I don't have any idea how to, because I suck at them myself. In fact, I want to be left the hell alone most of the time. But I know what I have to do. This isn't some transcendental knowledge or wisdom that I have. This is what fucking parenting is. It is all about responsibility. It is about loving someone enough to do what they NEED even of they fucking hate you for it. It is filled with difficulty and discomfort and headaches and insanity. But that's all just the basic part of the job.
Why did she do what was easy with me? And why does she refuse to listen when I try to tell her that love is not just buying Lila toys and letting her throw several blobs of raw cookie dough at the ceiling so she can laugh when it sticks (nope, not kidding about that either). It is about setting limits so that she knows what to expect. It is about making sure she is getting the foods she needs to grow and learn and feel good. It is about telling her that you will not tolerate bad behavior because you don't want her to grow up to be a total asshole. She does not understand this. She says she does, but she reverts to the things that I described the next day.
This makes me feel disappointed in her. I am disappointed that she didn't do better with me. I am disappointed that she never bothered. I am disappointed that she thinks love is about temporary happiness, even if it destroys the future potential. I am just so fucking sad about it.
But the thing that I am finding the most surprising, or perhaps the most difficult to deal with is that it has made very clear exactly what my mother did right. Lately though, it is becoming more and more obvious what she did wrong. Not that I didn't already go through therapy for a hundred years and deal with all my Mommy blame issues. Up until recently, I really thought I had forgiven her. I had decided that I was going to just use what I knew to not make the same mistakes with my child. And I do a really good job of providing Lila with structure where I had none.
There are plenty of things that I already knew about my mother. My mother (just like I do) suffered from a debilitating depression through most of my childhood. Because of this, she had little patience for my greedy desire for attention and would disappear at night to see her friends to be someone else for a few hours and forget her problems. The depression also made it hard for her to commit me to anything. No instrument lessons or dance or extra-curricular activities because committing me meant a commitment for her. I also know that she never pushed me, never gave me chores, never taught me to sat goals, never gave me boundaries. I always just slid by. I was smart. I was pretty. I was a kid and didn't know that I was lacking life skills because I was always able to talk myself out of any setback.
As a mother suffering from depression, I often find that I am too overwhelmed or exhausted to hear another whiny plea for a toy. I desperately want to just give in and let Lila watch TV all day and eat whatever the hell she wants because it is REALLY FUCKING HARD to sit there any listen to her cry when I ask her to do the things she needs to do. But I don't. Because my job as a parent doesn't allow me to. And as much as I want to take a handful of Xanax and walk away sometimes, I CAN'T. I understand the avoidance and withdrawal that my mother needed in order to preserve what little energy her illness left her with each day. I understand how much easier it would be to just decide I don't really care and just give in. It is easier to see your child happy than unhappy. I forgive her for feeling that way. Because I feel that way every day.
My mother is long recovered from her depression. She found medication that keeps the worst of it away and has worked out some of her own demons with a therapist. But here's the thing. As my child's daycare provider, the person who Lila spends several hours each day, my mother STILL does all these things. And it fucking infuriates me.
All the things that I demand of my child, all the ways that I try to mould her into a well-behaved, appreciative, cooperative kid is undone every single day. It seems that each time I pick her up, there is some argument with my mother because she has again disregarded my wishes and given something or allowed Lila to do something I have told her not to.
For example, (and believe me, this is just one) Lila was getting stomach aches. It occurred to me that she ate grilled cheese sandwiches a lot and those give ME stomach aches. So I told my mother not to give her any for the entire week to see if she still has stomach aches. And what did Lila have for lunch THE DAY AFTER I told my mother this? A MOTHERFUCKING GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. And when I asked my mother why the hell she gave Lila a grilled cheese sandwich, she shrugged and said, "that's what she wanted for lunch." I often have to remind my mother that Lila is 4. She wants an elevator in her bedroom closet and wants to get a pet Lion. Four year olds are not allowed to make every decision in their lives. That's why they need babysitters.
Of course, my mother maintains that she does these kinds of things because she is a GRANDMOTHER and that grandmothers are supposed to spoil their grand kids, which would be fine if Lila went over there once a month. But that's not even the point. Little things like this only remind me of why as an adult, I have such a hard time with moderation and why I am (illogically) crushed if I cannot get people to give me the things I want.
I have posted a few blogs about my mother spoiling Lila, and you will find plenty of examples here,
here, and also here of how my mother refuses to listen to me with regard to how I choose to raise my child. In her mind, I turned out just fine and so she must have done things right. BUT I DID NOT TURN OUT FINE!!! I am selfish (I was given whatever I asked for), I am lazy and unmotivated (there was never an incentive for doing anything or a punishment for not doing it) , I am very smart but cannot finish anything (no one ever made sure I did) and I have always been an underachiever (how do you push yourself if no one ever pushed you to do ANYTHING you said you didn't want to do?). Additionally, it never clicked that other people actually SET GOALS for the things they wanted to do and worked toward them until I was 26. I always just had things "happen" to me. Don't even get me started about money problems (my parents' view of money and credit are seriously fucking ridiculous - my mother believes in signing up for every credit card that she possibly can, and then maxing them out and making the minimum payments because "I won't be around that long anyway. I might as well get the things I want now before I'm dead. NO I AM NOT JOKING).
(I have already posted about how shitty I am as an adult HERE)
I KNOW that she gave these things to me. I blame her because my father just went along with whatever my mother said. And at some point in my mid-twenties, I realized that it was no longer her responsibility and it was up to me to try to change these deficiencies. And I really thought I had forgiven her because when I became a mother (and subsequently a mother with depression), I UNDERSTOOD why she did the things she did.
But I look at myself with Lila and I can't help but to be angry at my mother. Because I don't want to have to instill those things in her. I don't have any idea how to, because I suck at them myself. In fact, I want to be left the hell alone most of the time. But I know what I have to do. This isn't some transcendental knowledge or wisdom that I have. This is what fucking parenting is. It is all about responsibility. It is about loving someone enough to do what they NEED even of they fucking hate you for it. It is filled with difficulty and discomfort and headaches and insanity. But that's all just the basic part of the job.
Why did she do what was easy with me? And why does she refuse to listen when I try to tell her that love is not just buying Lila toys and letting her throw several blobs of raw cookie dough at the ceiling so she can laugh when it sticks (nope, not kidding about that either). It is about setting limits so that she knows what to expect. It is about making sure she is getting the foods she needs to grow and learn and feel good. It is about telling her that you will not tolerate bad behavior because you don't want her to grow up to be a total asshole. She does not understand this. She says she does, but she reverts to the things that I described the next day.
This makes me feel disappointed in her. I am disappointed that she didn't do better with me. I am disappointed that she never bothered. I am disappointed that she thinks love is about temporary happiness, even if it destroys the future potential. I am just so fucking sad about it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Why? on Wednesday - Celebrity Edition
I was really stressing out because I haven't really been inspired to write anything lately. But I was determined that today I was going to post SOMETHING so I opened up the interwebs and I was blessed when THIS shit graced my home page...
"Actress and vegan diet enthusiast Alicia Silverstone has a strange way of feeding her 11-month-old son Bear Blu. In a video posted on her healthy living website thekindlife.com, Silverstone chews a bite of food and then passes it straight into her little boy's mouth mama-bird style."
When I saw the headline, I had a moment of thinking "Wow, that kid is NEVER going to live that down. Elementary school is going to be difficult for him."
Then I saw his fucking name.
BEAR BLU? BEAR MOTHERFUCKING BLU, ALICIA SILVERSTONE!!!
Clearly she hates her kid.
As if it isn't bad enough that she named him BEAR fucking BLU, she POSTS A FUCKING VIDEO of her feeding him like a fucking bird.
I am not offended that feeding her kid her chewed up food is kind of bizarre and gross (because CLEARLY it is). I mean, I let my kid eat chicken nuggets and hot dogs and really, when you know where that shit comes from it's kind of just as gross.
And before you go yelling at me for my ignorance, YES! I do realize that before blenders and baby food, mothers did this shit all the time. And that tribal mothers and mothers in less "western" parts of the world do this all the time. But seriously, Alicia. SERIOUSLY...Does he have to fish it out of your mouth with his tongue? Couldn't you use your fingers or a pair of tongs or something?
What really bothers me is that celebrity parents have no concept that when they make their personal random proclivities public (and SERIOUSLY, what IS it with the ridiculous names) they give their kids just ONE MORE THING that their mean classmates will be able to dig up and torture them with.
I just don't understand what the fuck is it with celebrity parents who purposely set their kids up for a disastrous life of mental illness. I mean, seriously. Children of celebrity parents tend to have the deck stacked against them sanity-wise WITHOUT making out with their mothers in a video posted on the internet.
Please, Alicia Silversone. Think about your son's future. It's fine if you want to practice "alternative parenting techniques" and emulate some !Kung bush mother. FINE. Keep it to yourself and your (future serial killer) son. But for the love of GOD, change his fucking name and stop posting your freaky hippie parenting techniques all over the interwebs for his friends to usen someday as ammunition to bully him into snorting a brick of crack and killing a hooker.
Unless, of course you are purposely trying to create a superhero (because they all haven horrible traumatic events in their childhoods), and in that case, YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sick Kid, Broken Mirrors and Sparkles
Lila is sick again. Last night we ended up taking her to Urgent Care because she had a fever of 103.5 that wouldn't go down with Tylenol. Turns out she has Strep Throat. And because I love my kid (don't tell anyone) and wanted to make sure she got her Motrin and antibiotics every 6 hours, I brought her to bed with me.
There is a very simple reason why I NEVER let Lila sleep in bed with me. Because although I LOVE the idea of her cuddled up next to me with her little head nestled in the crook of my arm, in reality she wakes me up every time she moves, talks in her sleep and physically assaults me throughout the night. She literally slapped me in the face THREE TIMES. IN THE FACE!
So I am waiting for her to wake up and get the hell out of bed so that her father can watch her all day and I can go BACK to bed and get some sleep. Which is a shame because it's damn near 70 degrees outside already and it's only 10 am.
So to amuse you this morning, here is the Sunday Stealing you have all been waiting for.
Sunday Stealing: The Her Head Is Part Missing Meme
4. What is the most outrageous thing you have done in the back row of the movies?Fell asleep. I saved all my outrageousness for basements and back seats.
5. When have you lied to get a job?Never. The Jedi mind trick has never failed me.
6. What one thing is on your list to do before you hit 30, 40, 50 or whatever significant birthday is next?Convince everyone that I am their savior. Then sit back and laugh as they formulate a world-dominating religion around me.
7. Classic or modern films and why?Both because I am not a pretentious "film" asshole.
8. If you were a vampire who would be the first person you would bite?Myself if I sparkled. And I would spend the rest of eternity apologizing for being one of the douchy Twilight vampires.
9. If you had the power to make one thing better, what would it be?My poor sick kid.
10. What makes a great blog?Honesty. And pictures stolen from the Internet with witty captions. Especially if someone is offended.
12. What easily ticks you off (puts you in a bad mood quickly)?Stupidity, people who can't spit out what they're trying to say, people who ask me what the hell I'm talking about.
13. How many children do you have?One. And seriously. That's more than enough.
15. What’s your favorite blog post you have written this year so far?It's been a pretty rough year for writer's block. I haven't written much. Maybe this one. Or this one about the non-genderized kid. Notice they're both angry rants...
17. If you could be anyone else for the day, who would you choose and why?Lila. That kid lives in the lap of luxury.
18. If you could time travel to any period of history what era would you visit?25 A.D. I want to see what Jesus was really all about.
19. If you had to be genetically modified, would you rather have a third arm, a third leg, a second head or some other modification???I would want a third penis.
20. Which Disney character can you most relate to?Any of these guys:
There is a very simple reason why I NEVER let Lila sleep in bed with me. Because although I LOVE the idea of her cuddled up next to me with her little head nestled in the crook of my arm, in reality she wakes me up every time she moves, talks in her sleep and physically assaults me throughout the night. She literally slapped me in the face THREE TIMES. IN THE FACE!
So I am waiting for her to wake up and get the hell out of bed so that her father can watch her all day and I can go BACK to bed and get some sleep. Which is a shame because it's damn near 70 degrees outside already and it's only 10 am.
So to amuse you this morning, here is the Sunday Stealing you have all been waiting for.
Sunday Stealing: The Her Head Is Part Missing Meme
1. What is your most annoying habit?
Going online to check my bank balance (or some other really quick little thing) and coming away 4 hours later not knowing what the hell happened.2. What habit would you change of your partner's?
(I added the apostrophe and it made MUCH more sense...) All of them?
3. Horrors or Chick Flicks?
Porn?4. What is the most outrageous thing you have done in the back row of the movies?
5. When have you lied to get a job?
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| As you can imagine, that line works like a charm. |
6. What one thing is on your list to do before you hit 30, 40, 50 or whatever significant birthday is next?
7. Classic or modern films and why?
8. If you were a vampire who would be the first person you would bite?
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| I couldn't pick which one I liked better. |
9. If you had the power to make one thing better, what would it be?
10. What makes a great blog?
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| (This is what REALLY makes a great blog) |
11. What was the inspiration that brought your blog to the blogosphere?
All you need to know is the name of my blog. No one wanted to admit it and I was like "yeah, well it fucking sucks. So there."12. What easily ticks you off (puts you in a bad mood quickly)?
13. How many children do you have?
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| It's only a matter of time... |
14. Is there anything you have ever regretted writing on your blog?
No. Except for some of these answers.15. What’s your favorite blog post you have written this year so far?
16. Do you ever enter other bloggers competitions, and have you ever been lucky?
I don't because I am literally the unluckiest person alive. Want to hit the lottery? Ask me to pick 45 numbers and play the ones I don't pick. Seriously.  |
| This is how I start my day. |
17. If you could be anyone else for the day, who would you choose and why?
18. If you could time travel to any period of history what era would you visit?
19. If you had to be genetically modified, would you rather have a third arm, a third leg, a second head or some other modification???
20. Which Disney character can you most relate to?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
WHY? on Wednesday
With all the wars that we, as a culture seem to be waging, I feel that there is one serious and criminal offense that no one is talking about. Sure, you've all heard about the war on terror, the war on poverty, the war on childhood obesity, and the war on drugs (how's that been working out?). But I am here to declare war on something else.
Those terrifying couple's pregnancy portraits.
There is nothing cute about them. Even the more tasteful ones (and I use that term loosely) are fucking awful.
Before you attack me and tell me that I am a horrible, unfeeling human being, I want you to know that I GET it. I understand that this is a special time and that you want to have an artistic representation of this most glorious time in your lives together. But seriously. Do you have to do THIS:
or THIS:
or even THIS:
Seriously. How about if you pull out the digital camera and just take some nice photos with your clothes on and no props and then keep them to yourselves? Because once you cross that line of putting your most intimate moments on a Christmas card, the law should step in and confiscate the photos forever.
Don't think anyone would do it?
And it isn't really just the couple's portraits. There are some serious mishaps with the pregnant ladies alone too:
I am not alone in my distaste for these awful photos. There are entire websites devoted to this stuff. And if there are enough people out there who want this insanity to stop, then perhaps you should think twice before you pull out the mop and broom and pose for with your significant other with your gigantic belly sticking out.
Just to further prove my point, I present the following:
I'm just saying....
Those terrifying couple's pregnancy portraits.
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Here's how I imagine the conversation went: Photographer: Let's do something that really represents your personalities. Pregnant Lady: Well, he's a huge baby and I am a huge drunk so...... |
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| There is a fine line between THIS one, and having this next one hanging on your mantle to make everyone uncomfortable at Christmas dinner:  okay to LOOOOVE your dog. |
Before you attack me and tell me that I am a horrible, unfeeling human being, I want you to know that I GET it. I understand that this is a special time and that you want to have an artistic representation of this most glorious time in your lives together. But seriously. Do you have to do THIS:
or THIS:
or even THIS:
Don't think anyone would do it?
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| I am sure 2nd cousin Danny was thrilled when this came in the mail. |
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| Someone should rescue her! She must have opened a meteor like Stephen King did in Creepshow! |
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| Children of the Corn? |
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| Seriously. A MOP? |
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| Who are we showcasing here? |
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| Whose idea do you think this was? |
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| They clearly have been training for the zombie apocalypse. |
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