Thanksgiving

Of course Thanksgiving makes me think of the things I am thankful for like my health, my son, my Mother for bringing me into this world…ya know the usual stuff.
It also makes me remember Thanksgivings past..

As a small child it was being dragged unwillingly to my family in Pennsylvania. While there my Uncle proceeded to drink himself into a stupor and yell at everyone for breathing and getting into knock down drag out fist fights with my cousin.
When my Dad decided he wanted to see me I was brought to the country in upstate New York where I could hardly breathe due to allergy induce asthma.

In my teen years it was arguing with my Uncle asking him to speak kindly to people instead of yelling. Thanksgiving with my Dad consisted of more asthma attacks, sneaking dying relatives out of the nursing home and being berated by my father for the decisions I have made and even some I haven’t made yet.

As an adult the Thanksgivings got better because I no longer had to be submitted to the various forms of verbal abuse that came from both sides of my family. They became times for those of us who didn’t have family close by to get together and break bread with no familial drama to destroy the holiday.

Until the Thanksgiving of 2003….my son was 3 months old and his Father was still a raging alcoholic and drug user. We spent Thanksgiving day at his parents house with the baby, he and his dad polished off a whole bottle of Crown Royal before it was time to go home leaving me, of course, to drive, tired with my terribly infected breasts about to burst and a screaming baby in the back seat. All the way home I was hounded by my drunken husband to take him to the bar….Where he really needed to be was home with his wife and son sleeping it off. Arriving home after my final denial to his continued debauchery I proceeded to bring the baby upstairs to relieve my self with a hot compress and feeding. When I came back downstairs my husband was no where to be found. I went into the garage and there was no car, no stroller, no car seat….no way to transport my child should something happen.

After panicking, trying to call him and getting angry I finally fell asleep only to wake up at 8 AM to still no husband. That is when I had had enough…it was time to get his parents involved…. I called them and told them everything…how he spent most of my pregnancy drunk, coked up or hung over; how hung over and useless he was during my labor to the point of falling asleep in my room while I labored to deliver our son; how even after the baby was born he still thought it was ok to go out on a Friday night and not come home until Sunday; how he left me stranded the night before to go out to the bar and drink some more. It wasn’t very long after that when I consulted a divorce attorney and by July of 2004 I was done.

Now three years after my divorce I am back to spending Thanksgiving with my friends, collaborating on delicious turkey, stuffing and cranberry relish.

Even still it is hard for me to forget the Thanksgivings past.

Out of the mouth of a Raisin Boy

The other day while driving home from school out of the blue
The Boy says: "Tia is my girlfriend."
Mom: "I thought Gigi was your girl friend"
The Boy: "Yea, Tia and Gigi and Lauren are all my girlfriends"
Mom: "Oh really???"
The Boy: "Yea...and when I am done with them there will be more girls."

I cracked up so hard...

School bus rant

Some one is always ranting about the state of our environment and here in California it is all about the automobile emissions. You have to have your car smog tested ever other year before you can register the damn thing. You look at local news reports or newspapers and there are people dedicated to determining the healthfulness of the air on that day. We spend alot of money on trying to reduce the amount of pollution that we put into the atmosphere via out collective exhaust pipes.

As Raisin Boy gets older by the day and I have to start thinking about kindergarten and school districts I have been focusing mainly on, API test scores, parent involvement numbers and weather the school is accredited by one organization or another.

What I have neglected to research is how long my child is going to be on the school bus. Not only will he have to deal with the typical jitters of riding the bus alone, fear of harassment by his peers and the ever scary bus driver who yells at you to sit down. He will also have to be exposed to the incredible amount of crap that comes out of the rear end of the bus.

I only bring this up because it never fails that I am sitting behind a school bus at a light to have it take off and smog me and my car to the point that I cant see if the light is still green.

It gets me to thinking about how fucking hypocritical our state is. You berate us for being "gross polluters" and make us spend an extraordinary amount of dough on our vehicles to bring them up to code yet there are schools being built next to some of the nastiest freeways in LA and our kids are being sent to said school in some of the worst polluting vehicles on the streets.

It just pisses me the fuck off!!!! So much for the preservation of our youth.

Bad Words

over the last few days Raisin Boy has been testing the limits of language.
Sunday while at a friends house my friend came in from the garden after fertilizing his berry bushes with Chicken Manure and blurted out "I'm covered in Chicken Shit"
Next thing I know Raisin Boy is squawking "Chicken Shit!! Chicken Shit"
Great!!!!
Then this morning I get up to take a shower leaving the Boy to sleep in my bed. When I return he has turned on the TV in my room and is watching a movie on HBO about basketball which must have had some not so appropriate language in it. When I sat down on the bed he asked me "Mom...Can I say Crap?"
OH LORD

It’s my body!!!

I think most kids Raisin Boy’s age are obsessed with their bodies. Boys in particular are obsessed with their bodily functions and those of any living breathing creature. That coupled with the fact that both his Dad and my Boyfriend have both taught him to play “The Fart Game” (I guess it’s a guy thing) have brought about a number of questions in regards to how his body works.
So, when I was at Costco last week I bought a series of books about the body that included Scabs, The Holes in Our Nose, The Gas We Pass, The Story of Farts, and Everyone Poops.
I figured it would be a good way to explain things in a manner that he can understand since I, obviously, have not been doing a very good job.
Well a week later and what feels like a few hundred readings later he is even more obsessed with his poop and farts than ever.
“Where do the kitties poop?” “Why?”
“Do duckies poop?...Why?”
“No!!! Duckie. Don’t. Poop. In. The. Poooooool.”
“My tummy hurts.. I think I have to poop”
“That man just farted in the store…”
You farted Mommy…you stink!!!”

The funny part about the whole thing is that my Mother was mortified by the fact that I even bought these books for him.
“Great….like he needs to focus more on his own farts!!!” she exclaims.
To which my response was “He’s a boy Ma….Boys are gross…Boys are obsessed with their bodily functions…What do you know you’ve only raised a girl!!!! (Gasp… Silence...waiting for the wrath)
Then she says…Wait for it… “I know you’re right…I guess he is just curious.”
(Yessssssssssssss…..Woo hooo hooo hooo hoooo …She actually said I‘m right…Mark this day in history!!!!)>
I guess even kids are right...sometimes ;)

I hated being pregnant!!!!

This post is inspired by the post over on Strollerderby about Antepartum Depression http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2007/08/10/antepartum-depression-not-every-pregnant-woman-glows.aspx (Sorry I still don't know how to embed links...I'm still new at this blogging thing)

Let me just say this
“I HATED BEING PREGNANT”

There were two factors I believe responsible for this terrible pregnancy experience. First my own body and second my husband at the time.

Before I got prego, I was on a bunch of drugs, antidepressants and stimulants for ADD. All of which I just stopped taking when I found out I was in a family way. To top it off I was a smoker so I quit that cold turkey too!!
You can just imagine all that plus the raging pregnancy hormones!!!! Talk about a nightmare.
My OB was pissed when I told him I had stopped taking all the meds.
I had one thing to say to that
“Can you show me the studies that have been done that prove with no doubt that continuing to take those meds would do absolutely NO HARM to my baby?”
My OB responded “There have never been studies done on pregnant women about the dangers of taking antidepressants or stimulants…that would be highly unethical.”
“OK so problem solved…no proof…no meds….sorry Doctor D you’re gonna have to deal with a raving, withdrawing lunatic for the next 10 months.”

Just as a side note: I am a doctors worst patient because I don’t take what they say as gospel and I believe in, and work very hard at, being my own advocate…They don’t particularly like that…but that is just me…I am educated, I work in health care and if doesn’t sit right with me I am not going to do it!!!

In addition to these things, I was uncomfortably huge, pregnant in the summer time, couldn’t get cool no matter what I tried. Three months into the whole ordeal I was over it, I wanted my body back, I wanted to sit on the beach with a cigarette and a beer and not have to worry about anything. I wasn’t high risk, I never got sick. In fact, the first and only time I threw up was when the anesthesiologist gave me the heavy epidural to do my c-section. Kinda funny I puked grape Popsicle and ice chips all over him LOL.
I hated being pregnant so much that I was begging my doctor to tie my tubes while he was in there just so it wouldn’t happen again. He said NO

The other factor… my husband at the time: HE WAS A DICK!!! This is why we are not married anymore. He drank too much…when he did come home he stank… Used drugs…in fact when I was bout 7 months pregnant I came down stairs to find my idiot husband and his retarded friends cutting lines of coke on my dining room table at 4 AM. Everyone including my husband felt the wrath of a 200 pound whale flipping their coked out asses out the door. This behavior continued after the baby was born…he would go out on a Friday night and not come home until Sunday…binge drinking and druggin his life away…WITH A F*&%$#G NEWBORN AT HOME. He was just generally unsupportive through out the pregnancy and afterwards. In fact I can safely say that most of the reason why I wasn’t as successful with breastfeeding was mainly his fault….he would pick fights with me while I was trying to breastfeed in those first few weeks….yeah I know…a dick right!!!

All of the stress during pregnancy, I have been told have some adverse effects on the babies. Effects such as hearing loss and speech delays. Raisin Boy was speech delayed but is fine now, very smart, clever and as headstrong as his parents.

Now would I have enjoyed pregnancy a little bit more had all these things been different? Maybe, but doubtful. Do I want to do it again…not really. Would I do it again with the right person…wouldn’t be my first choice of ways to have more kids…But I guess so.

Hunger Strike

There come times in a Mamma's life when she is truly sure she has made the wrong decision...This is one of them
After school I told Raisin Boy we were going to go to the grocery store to get stuff for diner. He really wanted to go to the park, I said "No Park tonight" we have to go get food for diner.
While in the store he proceeded to battle with me about pushing the cart then hit some one with it. He then decided he wasn't going to "be my friend" and walked away from me, in the middle of the busy store. I chased, leaving my cart and my purse in the middle of another aisle. Now if this had been me 35 years ago my mother would have left me there and kept shopping...very tempting but not something I am willing to do in this age of freaks.
Here is where I made the mistake....
I said: "you have until I count to three to get up off the floor and come be with me by the cart otherwise we are leaving the cart, the food and your treats and going straight home (then, it came out of my mouth) and you can go to bed with out diner."(uggggggg...as soon as I said i could have kicked my self). "1-"(please get up) "2-" (oh god, please don't do this...please get up) "3-" (shit. shit. shit. shit). "That's it get up we are leaving!!!!" (Oh great no I have to follow through on this fuck!!!)
We then walked out of the grocery story with no groceries, hence no food for diner.
Therefore, you got it, NO DINER!!!
I have actually sent my son to bed with no diner. I have always felt this method of punishment was old-fashioned and unacceptable but what was I supposed to do??? I threatened it so there fore I had to follow through. RIGHT? Ug