Shoes.
Comments (13) First: You should watch this video while reading this post because it’s hilarious. Ohhhhhh Kelly! This is an oldie but goodie for sure. Continue reading 'Shoes.'»
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Sometimes, you need to complain.
By Emmie Bee, July 12, 2010 12:10 AM
So, I’m going to interrupt your regularly scheduled happiness & tell you I sometimes kinda HATE the difference in the amount of parenting I do compared to Scott. I mean don’t get me wrong. I appreciate all the help he gives me. But yeah. I especially get offended because the twins go down around 9PM and must be woken around 11-12 to eat & be changed. Then they sleep through the rest of the night. On a regular day to day basis, I don’t mind this being my job. Because, I am an insomniac and I am usually up. But recently, I have been sooooo super tired. And at 9 PM I will be tired enough to fall asleep. But, I stay up. & CONVENIENTLY Scott always comes in the bedroom after playing video games till he’s blue in the face and passes out 5 seconds before bottle time. EVERY NIGHT. I get that he’s tired. I get that he has to get up in the morning and do manual labor. But, I have to get up early too. I could have fallen asleep easily at 9 PM tonight, but now that I have woken up, fed & changed & gotten them back down? I’m wide awake.
Basically- I wake up at 8 AM with the kids. I am going until midnight most days. While the kids sleep- I clean. It’s not like I get time to do much else.
I would just love one night for my husband to be like: ‘Babe, I’ve got the late feeding tonight!’ or even better? ‘Babe, I’ve got the night feeding & the 8:30AM feeding. And don’t worry. I’ll feed Hudson too.’
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By Emmie Bee, July 7, 2010 12:45 AM
Seriously one of the best days of my life even though it was about 8 months BEFORE I was born. Because HELLLLLLLO It’s Krust’s birthday today!!
…And I happen to think this is about the cutest picture EVER.
Krust, for those of you who don’t know- is my husband’s younger sister. But, aside from that, she is my best friend. I love this girl so fucking much.We joke that I married the wrong sibling. Truth be told? It may be true.
Happy Birthday Krustul my Nustul, Padustul. I hope your day is amazing and wonderful and awesome and radical & a bunch of other cool descriptive words. You deserve it. You, my friend, are one in a million.
Review & Giveaway: Franklin Goose *CLOSED*
By Emmie Bee, July 2, 2010 12:32 PM
Congrats to Alena! I hope you have fun shopping!! I’ll forward your info to the company & you should hear from them soon! Thanks everyone for entering!
I recycle.
I compost.
I cloth/compost diaper.
I use reusable wipes.
I make my own organic baby food when needed.
I rarely drive a car and only fill up once a month usually. Continue reading 'Review & Giveaway: Franklin Goose *CLOSED*'»
A list.
By Emmie Bee, June 24, 2010 2:43 PM
Of things I want to do in the next five years:
-Eat Healthy.
-Get a spin certification.
-Reduce our carbon footprint.
-Karaoke. By myself.
-Visit Boston.
-Meet my best blogging buddies in person.
-Weigh 140 pounds.
-Go on vacation alone with my husband for the first time EVER.
-Take the kids to Disneyland.
-See someone else give birth.
-Have a baby.
-Watch my children play on the beach together.
-Spend more time with my great grandmother and grandparents.
-Find a go-to drink.
-Stop smoking for good.
-Have zero debt.
-Win a contest where the prize is money.
-Be there for a friend when they really need it most.
-Go inside my dream home.
Sometimes I wonder.
By Emmie Bee, June 9, 2010 10:41 PM
Sometimes as a “writer” -if that’s what I can be called- I wonder. I wonder what I look like from the outside to the people I love.
When I write the things I write, I don’t expect that everyone will agree with me. I don’t expect people will even always like me. Sometimes? I KNOW they shake their fists at the computer screen and yell obscenities at me from afar.
But, I hope that the people I love-who love me-are proud of me & of my voice.
I hope that if my husband ever stops by to read he is proud to call me his wife.
I hope my parents and stepparents are proud to call me their daughter.
I hope that one day my children will be able to read what I have written and know that I am real person. That I am more than just their mother- that I have made mistakes and will make mistakes but that they are all with love & that I will always be there no matter what to guide them.
I got to thinking today after this crazy ass day of being involved in blogging.
I wonder what my grandmothers who read this blog think of me & my decisions. If they feel that knowing me on this level is amazing or terrifying.
I wonder what people who aren’t here with me anymore would think. I thought about my dear Mother-in-law- who never actually WAS my mother-in-law- because she was gone too soon. What would she think of the life I have now. Would she be proud of Scott & I?
Or my grandfather- What would he think of the person I am now?
Do you ever think things like that?
I wonder if my great grandmother-who is 90- had a computer- would she read what I have to say and be proud that I have the balls to put it out there? Or would she think I am crazy?
I guess what I am saying is, I hope I never disappoint those whom I love.
I love having my thoughts read by so many. I do. I love that maybe sometimes I can help people and it kills me to think sometimes I hurt people. But, I am me. And in the end- I can only be myself.
So, if I love you or you love me and you are reading this: I hope I am everything you thought I was. I hope you are proud of me.
Hi.
By Emmie Bee, June 9, 2010 10:57 AM
So, I want to say a few things about my last post because clearly it was taken ALL SORTS of wrong. Maybe I am not the great communicator I thought I was?
First off: I have a very small blog. I am no big fish and yesterday this shit storm I invited was the biggest day I’ve ever had. And while it is cool to see people caring to read something you have written- I also don’t want my claim to fame to be hurting other people. I don’t want to be this weeks rabbi whats-his-name claiming boobs belong to husbands.
What I do want to be is honest with my feelings. I do want to have a dialogue. I do want Mothers IN GENERAL to know that I love them and support them unless they are intentionally neglectful or abusive to their children. So, basically I am supportive of (hopefully) every mother who happens to land in my corner of the internet.
PPD is a real thing. As I said in my previous post- IT IS REAL. I understand that, regardless of what people are taking from what I have written. People whom I love more than life itself have been diagnosed with mental illnesses, disorders etc. They have taken medication. They have been hospitalized. Some? May be suffering and I don’t EVEN KNOW. Which is horrible. Because I would be here for them as I am here for anyone who needs me. I even talked about this post last night with one of my best friends who initially said she WAS offended by what I wrote. That right there shows me I must not have worded it correctly.
A few commenters on my post hit the nail on the head with what I was trying to say. Some? read it and read something mean and liked it anyways. Some women with PPD agreed with me because they understand my point. Some women emailed me privately to share what they thought and I appreciate that so much- because while some women wrote to express that they understood what I was saying- several of those women have diagnosed PPD.
ALL MOTHERS DESERVE to have my experience. But, ALL MOTHERS have bad horrible no-good shitty days when you want to throw in the towel. The difference, in my eyes, between PPD and regular ol’ “I’m hating life today.” is the fact that they can’t “man-up” or what I really meant to say- psyche themselves out of their feelings. When demons cannot be fought off by wills alone- there is a real issue.
But, many new mothers out there ARE surprised at what motherhood really entails. Hello? Do you watch 16 & Pregnant!? And when I saw the sentiment that I was perpetuating a LIE by painting my very real, very happy picture over here in my corner of the internet- it made me feel like I needed to tell ALL women- that I am not lying about anything. My children bring me copious joy everyday. And I feel so freaking sad that there are other mothers out there that cannot have that immediately.
So, my point- because I do have one- I APOLOGIZE for being hurtful because that wasn’t the intention. My intention was to tell women that it can and will be wonderful being a mother. That you cheapen the experiences of women who are legitimately suffering by leaving 47 million comments saying “me too, girl! I totally get it!” because you don’t. I don’t. Having a hard day, or week doesn’t MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND.
Depression is ugly. It has taken lives I love. Lives of family members that I miss so dearly. NO ONE deserves to suffer like that.
I encourage this dialoge and hope that people can eventually see what it was I was trying to say.
I hope all of you reading who may have or had any form of mental illness to not only get the help you need but look forward to knowing that there is this other side full of sunshine and rainbows and an occasional horrible day. But that you bounce back. At some point it will be OK and you will find that motherhood is just as you had wanted all along. It just took some bravery and work to get there. And luckily for you- you may just appreciate it THAT MUCH MORE.
VLOG: Incoherent rambling during naptime
By Emmie Bee, May 27, 2010 1:40 PM
Playing in the sunshine
By Emmie Bee, April 26, 2010 10:50 AM
Last weekend we bought Hudson a water table for our side patio. Although that is the smaller deck, it isn’t infested with bees. Anyways: this weekend it was FINALLY nice enough to go play outside with my family. It was SO. MUCH. FUN. Continue reading 'Playing in the sunshine'»
Hudson is a lover.
By Emmie Bee, March 22, 2010 9:40 PM
No, he really is. He wouldn’t stop hugging Truman this evening. We were DYING. I suppose he’s finally getting into this whole big brother thing!
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