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The Irony is Mind Boggling

This last week started what was my first week back to work after having Jasper in December and also started the last of two weeks at a job that I adore.  That’s it.  I’m going to be a SAHM.  For those that aren’t familiar with this particular acronym, “Stay At Home Mom”.  It’s a thankless job but, someone has to do it.  That’s not the point of this musing though.

I have caught shit from the other half of the matrimonial union since the day that Jasper was brought into this world via c-section.  I hold him too much.  I don’t let him cry.  He sleeps in our bed.  He has more clothes than the rest of the family combined.  Yada, yada, yada.  Apparently, in Jasper’s short, almost four months on this planet, I have ruined him to a point that there is no way anyone will want him as an adult.

In order for me to go back to work and finish out my last two weeks, the other half of the matrimonial took his “baby leave” and is doing the SAHD thing.  This means, not only is he responsible for un-doing the damage that I have caused to this small child but, to also be responsible for getting his older brothers ready, fed and off to school.  I have to say, he’s been doing somewhat of an “okay” job.  Until this morning.   When it was MY turn to stir his shit in the Jasper department.  As he was sitting here, drinking his coffee, Jasper on his play mat and I on my laptop, there began some fussing from the kid’s general direction.  Before I knew what was happening, the following conversation ensues…

Me:  Okay, Jas.  I’m coming.

Watson: No, I got him.  We’re going to rock.

Me:  And you talk about me spoiling him.  You’re going to ROCK him to sleep?

Watson:  Well, it’s his nap time.  It’s our routine.

Me:  Your “routine”?  You mean the routine that is going to fuck us up when I begin staying at home again?  I told you that I don’t hold him all day and I don’t hold him to put him to sleep.

Watson:  Well, it’s what he wants.

Me:  “WHAT HE WANTS?”  Are you fucking kidding me?  I don’t want to hear another word about me spoiling him and working on his schedule.

Watson:  You started it.

Me:  Whatever, man.  You’re a pussy.  (laughing)

Watson:  No I’m not.  Fuck you!

And this is how we make the parenting thing look easy.

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About melodyswatson

Thanks for giving this blog a chance. Well, it would have been cool if you would have tried it when I started it like, FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO! But, water under the bridge and lets go from here… ;) I am a soon to be, 40 year old mother of three boys, proud wife to one sexy ass Navy Chief, fur-mom to two dogs, five cats, two rats and a black corn snake. I thrive on chaos and therefore I also bottle feed and foster underage kittens for my girlfriend's rescue. I am THE Crazy Cat Lady. I live in Southern California (yes, you can be jealous now) and own my home so… I won't ever be leaving! I am not close to my family mainly because… well, I don't really relate to them. But, I love the fuck out of my friends and will do anything for them. I hope that you will follow this blog. Mainly because it would nice to hear your own experiences or times you relate to something you read on here. But, also be aware that I am NOT an everyday, on schedule blogger. I blog when I have something to share. Always remember that forced words on paper are just as fake as that 'comeback' you have towards someone ten minutes too late. Let it go and wait for the next victim. I am also a staunch supporter of swearing. If I didn't swear, you would know that I was dead. So, take a stroll down memory lane on this blog and follow my thoughts and adventures.

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