mommy brain moment of the week, month, year?

Was chatting with a good friend earlier in the week and, because everyone knows all the stupid things I've done over the years (I used to keep track and share them but now I can't even remember...), she felt the need to share her most recent mommy brain moment with me. Dare I say this may be one of the better ones I've heard since starting MOmMy bRaIn and since experiencing it myself. Enjoy!

Back story: What you need to know is that my friend, Alyson,  is third-trimester-pregnant and has a two-year-old, therefore, there could be no bigger excuse for mommy brain (unless, she was pregnant with two-two-year-olds :p). AND, her hubby, Steve, is a cop... so that makes this story that much more believable. Brenda is their daycare owner. Claire is their sweet two-yr-old daughter.

BBM CONVO BTW STEVE AND ALYSON

Steve: Going to daycare to get Claire

Alyson: Cool, see you soon then! Give her a little kiss from me!

Steve: Riiiiiight

(I'm thinking "typical Steve", no need for emotion when she'll be home to kiss in person in no time! Dads just don't get it.)

Steve: I'm at daycare and Brenda isn't coming to open the door.

(Moderate "alarm")

Alyson: Ok, are you knocking loud enough?

Steve: She's not answering the door.

(Slightly elevated "alarm")

Alyson: Well, how long have you been there? Did you call her?

Steve: 45 minutes

(Legit alarm bells now going off)

Alyson: What??? CALL HER! What is going on?

Steve: I hear screaming inside

(Full panic has now been induced)

Alyson: WTF is going on? CALL HER STEVE!! My heart is literally not beating anymore!!

(No response from Steve for a minute so I furiously dial Brenda's cell number, then as its ringing I see...)

Steve: I'm kicking in the door

TRANSITION TO PHONE CONVO BETWEEN BRENDA AND ALYSON

Brenda: Hello?

Alyson: Brenda? It's Alyson...

(I'm confused, why does she sound so normal?)

Brenda: Hi Alyson!

Alyson: Umm, Steve's at the daycare door trying to get in and its locked...

(Dead. Silence.)

Brenda: Alyson...daycare is closed today.

(Holy fuck. What is going on? Is she being held hostage or something? Why is she acting all normal and like I'm crazy or something?)

Alyson: Well, where's Claire?

(More silence.)

Brenda: Ummmm...

(WHAT IS SHE NOT TELLING ME? Wait...it hits me… Claire's in bed for a nap... right down the hall. How the fuck did I forget that Claire's in bed for a nap? WTF is wrong with me?)

Alyson: OMG! Brenda...she's in bed here for a nap... I'm sorry, she's been at daycare all week so I'm used to being here alone in the afternoon. She's napping, so when Steve said he was going there I forgot that she was already here!! OMG, I'm soooo sorry, he obviously forgot too about daycare being closed today when he went to work.

Brenda (laughing): Haha, you really scared me there for a second, I didn't know where the heck Claire was today!! Its totally ok, you guys aren't the first parents to try to come pick up a child that isn't there, hahaha!

Alyson: Well, sorry to bother you! Wow, I feel like an idiot, haha!

(It hits me again, SHIT Steve said he was kicking down the door, FUCK!)

TRANSITION BACK TO BBM CONVO BTW STEVE AND ALYSON

I see the messages I missed while I was on the phone with Brenda...

Steve: I'm in, I got the door down

Steve: There's nobody here 

(SHIT!!!)

TRANSITION TO PHONE CONVO BTW STEVE AND ALYSON

Steve: Hello?

Alyson: STEVE! DAYCARE IS CLOSED TODAY!! CLAIRE'S AT HOME!! DID YOU REALLY KICK THE DOOR DOWN??

(Dead. Silence.)

Steve: Alyson...I hope you're not being serious right now? Of course Claire is at home, I know daycare is closed today...

Alyson: What? What are you talking about? You said you were at daycare!

Steve: I was kidding...aren't you kidding too? When I told you I was going to daycare you obviously would have known there was no need, she's at home today! So I thought you were being "witty" and joking back pretending she really was at daycare!

Alyson: SO THIS WAS A BIG FUCKING JOKE??? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? 

(Slamming down of phone. Praying to GOD I didn't just permanently FUCK my blood pressure.)

When I could formulate sentences again I called him back, and after more screaming I saw a smidge of humour in my HUGE FUCKING MOMMY BRAIN MOMENT where I forgot that the child that I PERSONALLY put down for a nap, was still napping, and not stuck inside a daycare that my husband had to kick down the door to get her out of. 

HOWEVER, he has since learned not to ever, EVER, E.V.E.R. make a "joke" like that ever again!!! Even if he thinks I'm "in on it" and just being sarcastic, he will NEVER pull that shit again. I'm laughing now, but still mad that he really didn't know I was serious about the whole thing. 

I think I may have peed my pants when I read this story. Not only could I totally see it happening to me, but I am just THAT crazy that I probably would have called every possible emergency service to get to daycare ASAP. 

Hope this gave you a chuckle and THANKS to Alyson for letting me share her "special" moment with the world. :) xoxo


Took a second to do a belly photo tonight - comparing 31 weeks to 31 weeks from last pregnancy, looks about the same... Aside from being paler and, apparently, caring less about my appearance as "helmet head" (as my hubby calls my slicked back pony tail due to the amounts of gel/spray I use to keep it out of my face) is a go-to these days! :p 

3 years ago today...

Out of curiosity, after looking at the date, I realized that three years ago I was much fatter and, perhaps, much grumpier than I am today. Perhaps.

Then, I realized, HEY, I have a blog... did I write about how I was feeling three years ago today. YUP! Gosh, I used to be so much more reliable as a blogger. Maybe it's because (1) I had no job (and now I have two) (2) I had no three year old (and now I have a three year old and a 5 year old - husband).

Here's my post from May 23, 2009... my 39 Weeks Pregnant Update with baby number one.

I have my docs appointment tomorrow and I CANNOT WAIT. I have three things on my list of things to complain about:

(1) I'm tired. All the time. I get 8 hours sleep - mostly solid, most nights - and I wake up, have energy for 2-3 hours and then am SERIOUSLY ready for full sleep again. I find this particularly hard as I'm typically an energetic person and I burn it around town, smiling and working happily. Now, I'm draggin' ass.

(2) My face. OH MY GOD. My face. It's like having chicken pocks on my face that won't go away and won't be relieved by anything. I put the cream on the doc Rx'd and it itches. I put benadryl cream on when I can't tolerate it anymore and it stings. It burns. It stings. It itches so bad. ARGH! At this point, I just want them to peel my skin off. I'm ok with that.

(3) Crap. I forget the last one. ha. See. This is why I need a list. Oh yeah. My platelets. Last appt, my doc was off because of a family thing so she wasn't there when they told me my platelets are low. I want to mention this because OH MY GOD, I finally just took the time to look it up and, it's no big deal it seems, but it did say, if my platelets continue to drop, I might not be able to get an epidural. Dear Lord, I can't handle an itchy face do you think I can handle natural child birth. Me thinks not!

OH FYI. My husbands finally home. You're probably thinking WHAT is she talking about. Well, because I'm a freak and y'all know this, I neglected to mention that my husband's basically been MIA for the past 6-8 weeks. He was out of town during the week, home on the weekends only and usually working one, if not both days. Single mommas. Dear Lord single mommas. How do you survive? I have to say, if I wasn't exhausted and pregnant, it would have been much easier. But when combined with those two patience-reducing factors, it was - no other more clear word for it - HARD. The hardest part was supporting my hubby and being proud of him, while hating him at the same time. The second hardest part was that, at points, I wasn't being the mom I like to be. I was tired and either not being as present as I like to be OR not having the patience I like to have. And that just made it harder.

Anyways, he's home now and that's great as the last thing I wanted, before baby number two arrived, was to further the mommy's girl I already have. Do I love that she's a mommy's girl. Yup. Is it going to be hard when baby number two arrives. Who knows? But I know that the fact that, right now, she wants ME to do everything, is not sustainable. So, it's transition time. I hate transition times. ARGH. I don't have the energy or patience for transition time.

Help. :p

not quite the distraction i was hoping for...

Ah, the good ol' days... the days of 15 weeks pregnant, when I thought I was HUGE and was worried everyone was just thinking I had chubby-mummy syndrome vs. thinking I was pregnant. I remember trying on these beautiful fushia wedges from Aldo, thinking, these would be the perfect way to distract everyone away from my growing belly over the summer - bright, beautiful shoes!

Flash forward to 31 weeks pregnant. Here's the good news...

(1) NO ONE is going to think I'm just a chubby-mummy anymore. I am definitely, full-fledged, pregnant. So, my husband, who is KNOWN for saying stupid things stupidly (which means, he's not a dick he just is THAT dumb), says to me this morning "and you know you're gonna get like way bigger than this too right"... translation = your huge and it's shocking to everyone around you that you are going to somehow, manage, to get even bigger. Thanks idiot. :p I love him despite this generally lack of common sense with how to talk to pregnant women.
(2) I have a distraction! It's my face! WOOT WOOT! No one's looking at my belly and saying "ah, such a cute belly" or "look how big you're getting" because they are all looking at my face saying "ohhhhh...." after I explain to them why I look like a cross between a battered woman and someone suffering from a skin-eating condition. I actually had someone say to me today, "let me see your face", as if it were some freaky science experiment that everyone wants to see up close! :p

My skin "condition" - apparently a fungal infection but all around mess and pain in the a** - was doing fantastically all weekend. I even thought I was starting to look "normal" again yesterday. THEN, I am woken up this morning by this stinging, itchy sensation in the right corner of my eye. I knew before checking the mirror that it wasn't good. Well, it ain't as bad as it was last week, but it ain't "normal"! And, lord does it itch. And, oh my good Lord, am I the worst person for having flaking skin because I just love to pick at crap so I'm picking at myself all day long. ARGH!

Boo hoo eh? Poor me... healthy pregnancy, no life-threatening issues, great job, happy family, and all I do is whine about my face. But, seriously. C'MON! As if we pregnant fatties don't have it bad enough - fat bellies, stretch marks, gigantic boobs with hideous nipples, dare I say it out loud - gas,  hair that grows a bazillion times faster than normal - great for the head, not for the legs which we cannot shave without doing horrifying yoga poses that no one should witness. I am not one of those "I love being pregnant and feel so beautiful and sexy" crazy people (no, really?), like Beyonce who I dislike as much as humanly possible. I feel crappy and grumpy and everything my husband says translates into "you are huge and hideous" even when he says " you look gorgeous". And, so, the fact that my face has also failed me is just icing on the cake.

Here are my two, completely vain and egotistical fears that I would only share with you:
(1) This rash, infection, whatever is spreading (as I now have some sort of spot on my cheek that I'm hoping is just coincidental) and will, one day, cover the entirety of my face so that when the baby arrives, he/she will take one look at "mommy" and run back up my vagina.
(2) That it will not disappear after the baby arrives... and I'll be itchy, oozy, red face for the remainder of my days. I mean, c'mon! As if post-baby isn't beat-yourself-up time enough! Gimme and break that would suck!

In the meantime, I know all of this CRAP will be worth it in the end... Look at the first "in the end" I got out of pregnancy number one... a video of my beautiful "baby" who, through it all, makes me happier than I've ever ever been every day by just waking up in the morning and smiling at me... how did she get so big, so quick!



Wishing you a distraction-free pregnancy on all accounts! :)

on sick leave...

In an effort to FORCE myself to take it easy - something that admittedly, I'm horrible at - I'm taking the rest of the week off from the blog.

For a quick update on the eye situation - went from swollen, oozing, bleeding, crusty, red eyes and surrounding skin, to red, crusty, only slightly swollen eyes as of today. I was actually willing to go out in public to drop Jane off at daycare today WITHOUT my sunglasses. I've been pulling a posh spice routine lately and wearing my "sunglasses at night". Seriously. Like wearing them into daycare to drop Jane off - to the point the kids are asking me why I'm wearing my sunglasses still and I'm telling them I'm a super hero and hiding my identity. :p It's cooler than "my face is rotting and I look like I'm dying". I'm not sure how that would go over with a group of near three year olds.

I've been relaxing mostly during the day but sleeping horribly at night... which is so frustrating for me. I'm not good at tossing and turning. My mind starts going and then I start thinking about some nonsense, and for some reason at 2am, said nonsense becomes the most important topic in my life and I obsess over it for three hours before I realize that it's not really THAT essential that I remember to buy granola bars the next day because Jane likes to eat them in the car before school and, sometimes, when she doesn't eat breakfast, it's how I make sure I'm not sending her to school hungry. This is the insanity of insomnia thoughts... mind controlling. ARGH!

I love you all so much for sticking with me through my randomness, uselessness and, sometimes, infrequency - of quality and quantity.

Wishing you a fantastic long weekend, if it applies to you - xoxo

re-reading my own blog

Aside from the fact that the blog is my way to vent and get support from the mommy-hood community... it's also a good resource. For me. :p I'm currently reading about what to pack in my labour bag - I would not have remembered half this crap! How great is it that instead of scouring the internet again, I can just re-read everything I learned three years ago! WOOT WOOT. It's like a how-to-book written just for me, because it was written by me! :p

Speaking of books. That's just what I did. I turned the first phase of MOmMy bRaIn - my first year with Jane - into a book for Jane, using Blurb. Originally, I thought it was a great way to put all of my favourite posts into one place, to showcase on the shelf. A memory. A lot of work. Then, I realized, I would LOVE right now to be able to go back and read about who my mom was when I was born. You change so much throughout your life. I mean, ultimately, your values probably remain the same, but you change, you grow up! I love that Jane will be able to go back, maybe before she becomes a mom herself, and read about my fears, concerns, challenges and successes. If nothing else, she'll read about how much I love her and that's something.

OK, I'm cracking up - I actually took time last pregnancy to make meals ahead of time for the freezer so that when I came home with baby, I wouldn't have to cook. I was a genius and such a keener. See. I've already changed! I'll need to do another book for baby number 2 and he/she and Jane can compare notes. :p Baby number 2 will think I'm a lazy complainer!

Will not be bothering with a birth plan this time. If you're a first time mom-to-be, fill your boots. But, from my one experience, no one read my birth plan anyways, so... waste. of. time. I was actually made to feel embarrassed about it at the hospital which just pissed me off. Maybe I'll make a birth plan this time and just fill it with ridiculous crap like "if a c-section is necessary, I would like my husband to go to McDonald's during the surgery and to feed me french fries while you slice and dice me". Just to see if they actually read it this time. Unlikely.

Ew. Prenatal classes. Spare yourself. Dan and I skipped out halfway through the first day. I'm more of a self-directed learner. I don't have the patience to learn at other people's pace. So I read and research myself. Save yourself the time and pick up this book: The Mother of All Pregnancy Books. Loved it. I'm not much for books but this is not a "how-to" book. It's a resource. I also bought the Baby and Toddler versions because I was such a fan.

Funny reliving all the keen-ess and naivety of pre-first-time-mommyhood.

K, I'm off to relax... hopefully. And, pray for me that my little angel sleeps tonight as no-sleep is not helping my recovery at all!

are you mom enough?

So, here's the thing... I generally avoid "controversial" topics on the blog because (1) I'm pretty sure at this point I don't have the brain power to have an intellectual conversation where I could make sense or be happy with my arguments and (2) I hate the drama. OMG. I hate the drama. Do you know how I posted about my nursery and how I saved money doing this, and that, and I said something about the total cost being $x which I thought was pretty good. Well, sure enough, someone took the time to comment and pretty much tell me I was a snooty beotch for not recognizing that some people can't afford anything for their nursery... well. obviously. Here's the thing. This is a blog. It happens to be my blog. Which means I write about my life. Are there people out there less fortunate than I am, of course. Are there people out there more fortunate than I am, hell yes. So, are those richy-rich people commenting saying that I'm disgusting for buying used furniture and that I should have just gone to pottery barn and saved my time... nope. ARGH. Sorry. Random pregnancy-related outburst there.

Anyways. This article was written in TIME magazine titled "Are You Mom Enough?" I haven't read it. I probably should to comment on it legitimately. But here's the thing... I was listening to them discuss it today on the radio - how it's all about this new "fad" (fad isn't the right word but it's getting a lot of press right now, we'll say) of attachment parenting... which, as far as I understood seems to be things we've all done or tried to do or tried not to do, just taken to the extreme - par exemple, the cover of the mag with a young mother nursing a 3 (ok, jane is three, he's not three) year old boy. Aside from the fact that I feel for this child for the embarrassment he will suffer through the mocking of his school age years for this INTERNATIONAL HEADLINE COVER, I have no problems with it.

Want to nurse your kid until they're 14... fill you boots. Y'all know my motto and it's - DO WHAT WORKS FOR YOU!

I was the most perfect mother before I had children. I judged everyone for everything. I said "I will never do that" a thousand times. I have probably broken that promise on every account at least once.

Want to have your kids sleep with you until they're 8... again, fill you boots. Personally, I don't want Jane in the bed with me. I never did. Initially because I was so freakin' scared I'd end up killing her in the middle of the night but, now, because I know I sleep better and so does she, when we have our own beds.

Want to carry your kids around in a sling instead of using a stroller... reach for the stars! I used a sling, I used a snuggly, until my back and shoulder felt like they might fall off then it was stroller time baby.

Here's my thing... if I ain't gonna judge you, you better follow the golden rule.

There's nothing I hate more that judgmental moms. Gimme. a. break. Once you become a mom, you know the primary goals include two things only: survival and happiness. I strive to keep myself and my baby (and sometimes my husband) alive, healthy and happy. That's it. Simple as that. We all have our ways of achieving these things for ourselves and for our children... and what works for you, may make my life hell and vice versa.

My only issue with this article is the title... at all implying that because you're not following certain "rules" or "guidelines" means you aren't "mom enough"... don't. get. this. pregnant. woman. going. The best moms I know use instincts, common sense and, when all else fails, wine (or chocolate!) as a rule book and it appears they kids are turning out just fine and isn't that the goal?

I had an amazing mom. Fun. Flexible. Spontaneous. Stern. Scary. Hilarious. Ridiculous. Fantastic. When I was born, she had to leave me with her mom when I was 6 weeks old for quite a while, due to life's journey, while she got herself and my 18 mth old sister settled enough that she could handle two kids alone. So, for say, the first 6 months of my life, I probably had the opposite of "attachment parenting" with my mom. And, TOOT TOOT, cause I think I turned into a pretty fantastic (1) mom and (2) human being. So, where's the rule book on that one? Someone going to come out saying now that the best way to raise kids is to ship 'um to grammy and grampy's house for 6 months and then pick 'um up, ready to go?

Parenting books should almost be banned because, no matter what, the ultimate result is that you end up convincing yourself you're not doing the right things... could everyone benefit from a little help every now and again? Sure. But guidelines, recommendations and suggestions that make you feel like anything less is "not enough". Blow me.

Here's some pics of my mother's day... you tell me if the fact that I only breastfed for 11 months has had a negative impact on the happiness of my child or the attachment between us.

one of those days...

It's been one of those days...

So after a week of freakin out (a little - as much as I freak out - which is pretty much like a 4-5/10 on a freak scale) because my GPs office called me last week post-diabetes blood work and made me think I was dying of cancer, I finally had my docs appt today. It was rescheduled from yesterday which, in my freak brain, convinced me more that I was doomed and that the world was just putting off the inevitable. Here's the thing though, I did some googling (I know, blessing + curse = google) and turns out gestational diabetes isn't the death sentence some docs would have you believe. Does it suck? I'm sure. Does it have risks? I'm sure. But, seems like management is pretty successful. Although, I have to admit, if someone sat me down and gave me a diet plan, I'd probably slap the bitch and say get out of my face, can't you see I'm pregnant... diet plans are for three months from now.

Anyways. I found it weird that, although my GPs office called, I never heard from my ob/gyns office - so when I finally (my appt was at 9:50am, I sat down in the exam room at 10:50am) got to see a doc (tech. med student) they didn't even have my blood work results in my file. SO, here in true I'm-pregnant-and-therefore-read-way-too-much-into-teeny-little-things, I've now convinced myself that the only reason my ob/gyns office hadn't called me to rush me into an emergency c-section is because they never even got the freakin' report!!! When the actual ob/gyn arrived 20 minutes later, apparently my test results were "completely normal". W.T.F. You get re-tested if your "AIC" levels are above 7.8 (if you're above 10, you're screwed and you just have diabetes period). My levels were low 4's. So, conclusion - I spent the last week googling, stressing and worrying for NO REASON. FANTASTIC. I will say I was relieved, and obviously, in the end, that's a good thing. Apparently my platelet count is a little low... still "normal" but low-normal which could be not good but they will monitor it to make sure it doesn't go low-low. The doc threw out some weird term for it like "thromobomboplacentalitiscondymorton" to which I smiled and nodded like I had heard this term many times in my 29 years, and went on with my day. Of course, this was after I had starved myself all morning because I thought I was going to have to re-take the diabetes test which means I would have had to fast... so. yeah. that extra hour I waited in the waiting room, while the fatty pregger girls around me scarfed their timmies bagels and coffees, did not make me the happiest camper in the woods.

That was my morning. Really not the worst day you ever had, but not the TGIF you look forward to.

For some reason (to which my husband explains "um, here's a reason - you're pregnant") I'm EXHAUSTED today... like falling asleep in the waiting room exhausted. And, thus, my pregnancy glow has hit an all time peak to the point that other people are noticing now. Before, it was apparently "just me". Feel free to hate me for the next comment... but typically, my skin is pretty good. I take care of it, so I'm allowed to say that. So, when I get a pimple or skin issues, to me, it's like I'm wearing tattoos all over my face that say "LOOK HERE" and "EWWWW, what's that". Literally. I go out in public and worry about running into x-boyfriends or people I hate because their "friends" but their those pretty friends that you love but you hate because they always look pretty and their hair is always done and you hate them because you run into them when you're in your sweats and not "just leaving the gym". Anyways, point being, someone told me today that it looked like I was having an allergic reaction because of my eye redness, swelling, etc. WOOT WOOT. And there's nothing I can do. I've tried everything. I think it's eczema? I have no idea. I've tried hydrocortisone. I've made my own concoction of taking the Aveeno oatmeal bath, adding a teeny bit of warm water and making it a facial masque. I've been using Aveeno Baby Eczema Lotion on it. I've tried diaper cream. I've tried vaseline. I've tried leaving it with nothing. And it won't go away. And the fact that my face is constantly itchy is, literally, driving me insane. I can see now, how people with chronic pain, get depression. Because the fact that I itch and itch and cream and cream and it never goes away, is so frustrating it makes me grumpy (there's a mom term for you). Here's a pic of me today - I know it's hard to see the spots (so I've pointed them out, including cindy crawford in case you are really so interested - dan just caught me and said "what the hell are you doing?" so I'm thinking this is a bad idea but it's too late, it's done). You can feel really bad for me now (that's sarcasm). I also tried something new... ice. It felt really good. But, I don't think it did anything. And, yes, that's a teether... it's the only ice I had in my fridge.

Ok. So hungry, tired, itchy and relieved but grouchy because of previous stress for no reason.

Then, my dog gets attacked. If you've followed the blog for a while, you know that I love my dog but she drives me insane. Regardless, I kind of like her alive and without vet bills. Mostly due to the vet bills. :p joking, joking (not really).

So, I let her out to pee for the 400th time this afternoon... second, but it felt like 400 when I had to put my laptop down and get up off the couch. This is strange for my pees-twice-a-day dog, so I let her out the back patio and, because I stayed out to see what she was up to out there, I didn't hook her on her leash. Well, before I knew it this stupid german sheppard from the neighbours yard has chased Molly up onto the patio and missus comes running across the backyards, barely speaks a word of english, and is saying "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry". So, I'm laughing because, I see the dog's waging it's tail and being friendly... that second. Next thing I know, the dog's got Molly (mini-poodle who weighs maybe half as much as my cat) pinned to the patio and the only reason it's not taking off Molly's head is because Molly's so small she's actually hidden underneath the dog... So, stupid dog owner, grabs her dog - which, I don't care if your dog is about to kill my dog, you don't get in the middle of a dog fight. Ever. And, Molly makes her escape. So I pick Molly up because the stupid dog owner has her dog by the scruff and then the stupid dog gets lose again. So I throw Molly. Ha. I was like, um, it's me or you dog, and NEWS UPDATE, it's YOU!

Finally, I scurried Molly inside the house and proceeded to give it to missus. I'm sorry. I know sometimes things happen between dogs but I've seen this dog before and made comments to Dan that these people have no control over it... you know, it pulls them down the street, etc. And, so, my mamma-bear kicks in and I start thinking, what if Jane had been outside? What if the dog had come at Jane? Jane! And, I lost it. Not crying. I don't cry, I have a temper. I was civil, but I was pissed. I am an animal lover but I will never fully trust any animal with my kids. And there's one thing that makes me really angry - people who buy big dogs and don't know how to properly handle and train them. It makes me furious. To me, it's like someone buying a gun and walking around with it but they don't know exactly how to pull the trigger, it's really not THAT dangerous... right?

Anyways. Molly was fine... she's probably (definitely) in need of some serious anti-anxiety meds now being that she needed them before and she lives the life of riley but no blood, no harm.

Here's the other thing that pissed me off... I called animal services. Just to see. I'm not trying to be a "rat" or over-react, but I thought, if there's a way to file a report on the dog so there's a record... that way, if the dog attacks again or, worse, bites someone, then there's a history and action can be taken. Well, as I'm on the phone stupid dog owner comes walking up the street. So, stupid city missus on the phone says "well I hope you and your neighbour can work it out"... um. Did she not here me. I don't care about my neighbour. The dog. Or my dog. I want to make sure that if this happens again, there's a record of previous aggression with this dog and it's noted. So, stupid dog owner starts apologizing and says to me "I just don't want you to be mad"... ah. OK. Would you like me to say "it's ok your dog just tried to eat mine, happens all the time, no worries!". Sorry missus. I'm from Newfoundland, we're nice, but don't eff with us. I wasn't rude, but I told her, if I see her dog off-leash again, I'm calling animal control and I'll report them (translation, I'm going to scream my face off at you and then call the cops or something ridiculously dramatic... I. am. pregnant.)... and I told her that if the dog had come running towards my child like that, it would not have been good (translation: if I had a gun, I'd shoot it).

Again. Not the worse day ever. But exhausting, frustrating, frazzling, annoying, non-I'm pregnant and taking it easy, type of day.

On a brighter note, it's MOTHER'S DAY WEEKEND! ENJOY IT. MILK IT. YOU DESERVE IT. Try to do everything against your nature and put yourself first for once! TRY! xoxoxo. Loves you all!