Conversations with my neurodivergent child when someone has slept in his room:
Jonah: mom what happened in here?
Me: Anthony was playing with your toys but he put them all back
Jonah: * freaking out* no I can’t find ANYTHING!
*dumps toys out and and sorts them all out*
Me:
My 3 year old has decided he wants to be a tow truck with super powers..and like okay buddy dream big, but I don’t think we have the money for that type of surgery right now
Fb mom groups have the worst kind of people. You share your experience with moms looking for advice, and there’s that one “Karen” mom to come tell you everything you do is wrong and make you feel like a bad mom. Like I don’t already have enough mom guilt.
How do you wake up and automatically be productive? Like I’m a hot mess mom when I wake up at noon let alone 6am. I wanna be one of those moms who has breakfast made and lunches packed by 8am, but I’m a roll out bed at 8 kind of girl 🥴
And I did it so respectfully for the sake of the dr I worked for. I love him. But some of his staff are miserable people who take their personal problems on others. It really showed me their character when they made fun of a coworkers weight. I knew I had to get out of there.
So happy I quit my toxic job, unfriended those nasty girls who made my life horrible. My mental health even with PPD is 10x better now that I have no ties to them.
Yesterday I breastfed in front of the most people I ever have at Jonah’s party. I felt so empowered by being able to feed my baby and still enjoy my other child’s party. Even though I used a cover for my own comfort, it still felt so great not to be confined to a lonely corner.
This might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t get why we’ve normalized being so rude to people who hold us accountable for things. Like the whole “I don’t owe you anything” attitude is weird to me. Especially when people are calling you out for not being reliable...