Working from home and MIB help

This weekend I had to do a few hours of work from home.  I hated to do it but it had to be done.  MIB hates it when I have to work but I've figured out how to get her involved. 

Hair time...

Today is hair wash day...I should've done it yesterday, but it got late, I got tired, and this is a process.

To be or not to be

Yesterday I had to stay home because my mother had a doctor's appointment and I didn't have a sitter.  While playing with MIB and her Buzz Lightyear computer, I realized that I wanted to be a stay at home mom (SAHM).

You're too young for that music

Well, fool, maybe you aren't old enough.

What would you do?

So SD got in contact with me the other day.  And was beyond...civil.  He asked about MIB in the first text I'd gotten from him since the "slandering tirade" he went on last month. 

Happy New Year...Now what?

Happy 2011! 

A mother's unconditional love

I seriously thought that my love for her was unconditional until I looked at her in her hospital room bed the other day.

YMM

Your Mother's Mother...

Mommy Monday

So last week I did Family Friday, this week it's Mommy Monday.

Family Friday

OK...so I decided to start this new weekly post called "Family Friday."

Well...that time sure did fly...

Hey all...

It's been another extended break between blogs but I have been busy beyond belief in the last month and a half or so.

Happy Cake!!

Last month was MIB's 2nd birthday and let me tell you I am glad there are 365 days that separate birthdays...real.talk.*

Changes...

I've been MIA...I know this and I apologize (to the few who actually follow me lol). 

Life interrupted...

Bread and Bars

One day I will understand why folks do stupid stuff...

Ice water was served in hell earlier today...

I was finishing up dinner with my mom and MIB when I got a call from SD at about 9 pm. He said that he wanted my address because he was coming over to see her.

I'll be damned if he didn't show up about an hour later.

I understand..

Last week I called SD and told him about MIB's medical problems and what I had decided to do about it. But since I hadn't heard from him in ages and I was frustrated and irritated with him and his behavior; I told him that I wasn't going to call him anymore.

Baby Momma of the Year...For real?

This is why I write this blog...because of BS like this.

I was listening to the radio this afternoon at work while eating my lunch when I heard this come across the airwaves.

I damn near choked.

Donations

MCF is now SD (sperm donor).

I had to give him a new name for several reasons. The first being I HATE the term baby's daddy" as much as I hate "baby's momma."

Yeah I said it...

I need my child's father in our lives.

I was over at MsL's spot reading her latest post (if you ain't been you need to be here) and her topic was about feminism and sort of led into how the roles of men and women are created. In my comment to her post, I talked about how men and women information and conversations were restricted to that sex. My parents never dipped their noses in the opposite sexes powwow with their peers and that is something that I've honored, even into adulthood.

But, after I had my child and started to see how her father wasn't going to be in her life, I made it up in my mind that I didn't need him in our lives and I didn't need him to help me in any way. My mother even cosigned that statement by saying we'd be the father in her life. Several months after those revelations, I remembered that fat meat is greasy and realized that I do need him in our lives.

Silver Dollars

When I was a little girl, my Momma made me silver dollars.

When I was around 7 or 8 years old, my mother would babysit my cousin when his parents would go out for dinner or needed a night off. While my cousin was at the house, my mother would make us dinner. But we didn't get the normal hot dogs and macaroni and cheese that some kids would have for dinner. Momma made us a special dinner, a grown up dinner.