Friday, March 30, 2012

I'm not Superwoman

If you've never been in the position, you couldn't imagine what it entails. I know because I'm new to this situation and before I became a single mom, I had NO idea what it was all about. Before i really get in to the meat of this post, let me offer my regrets for last night's post. I meant to write it, i just meant to write it a lot better and with much more detail and many more points. Why didn't I, you ask?  I'll explain.

My day begins around 5:30AM;I get myself ready for work while hoping my now 7month old son stays asleep until I'm ready to wake him up. Sometimes he does, a lot of times he wakes up while I'm rushing around and DEMANDS my attention. This slows me down, but what kind of mother would I be to ignore him? Once I'm dressed and the car is loaded up, I change and feed Sevryn (my son), then rush out to drop him off at my mom's (or other respective sitter for the day). I drive about 70 miles to work, work a 9 hour day, drive 70 miles home,pick up my son,and try to spend a little quality time with him before its time to get ready for the next day. 

Yesterday I had a particularly busy day at work and when I got home, I was exhausted. Despite being ready for bed when i got home at 6:30 PM, I grabbed Sevryn, parked my car downtown and took my son for an hour long walk. When that was over, we jumped back in the car and headed to Wal-Mart on a baby food and formula run. All the time, I knew I had a blog post to write and had every intention of giving it my all. I thought when we got home Sevryn would be asleep or at least ready to go. WRONG; he was a live wire. So we went through our nightly routine...bath, playtime,bottle, quiet time. Problem is, when that was over, he was still awake. So, I attempted to write my post while he sat beside me on the couch. However, he planned to entertain himself by constantly kicking my right arm. Annoyed, frustrated, exhausted, and up hours past my bed time, I rushed through my blog post so the boy and I could call it a day. I was less than satisfied with what i published, mainly because i had been thinking about it all day and had so many points to make; bottom line, I let myself down. That's the life of a single mom.

I'm guessing that all responsible parents are on call 24/7/365, even when your child(ren) is in someone else's care. At least when you have a partner or a responsible co-parent, you get some type of relief. When you don't have that, you become overwhelmed and engulfed in responsibilities. If I'm not at work, I have my son.  He's always close. I really don't mind most of the time, but I'm human. Don't get me wrong, I have an awesome support system, but what I don't have is help from his father. I don't have a custody agreement. I don't have every other weekend free, because Sevryn is with his other family. I don't have a child support order. I have a full time job, a ridiculous commute (which i will explain later), a seven month old, and a lot of dreams that I don't have the time or money to make a reality. 

I wouldn't give my son back if i could. He's my reason for keeping on. he's my heart in human form. He's my handsome little everything. Would i appreciate some help from the other person responsible for producing him? OF COURSE, but I can't teach a grown man to handle his responsibilities; that was his mom's job. In my opinion, she failed terribly. Her son doesn't work, nor does he sit still long enough to keep our son while I work.When I found out that i make too much money to receive child care assistance in Kentucky, I spoke with my son's father about splitting the $500/month child care bill. He was unresponsive. So, I did what any responsible woman would do. I put in a notice at the apartment I was living in(which was 8 minutes from my job) and I moved back to my hometown, so that my family could help me. Now, I'm 70 miles away from the job I love, with a monstrous commute to make 10x a week. 

People ask all the time why I don't find a job closer to home. I always want to reply "the same reason you don't mind your damn business.", but maturity, respect, and common sense stop me. Honestly, I haven't given up my job for several reasons. 1) because it's not just a job. Its my career. Its what i went to college for. 2)I like my job, I don't want a new one 3)I'm strong enough to do this 4) I've already given up my late nights, free weekends, single living, freedom, travel time, extra money, and plenty more. Where does it say that I have to give up every part of the life I've known and grew accustomed to and fond of just because I had  a baby? 

I love motherhood, I know I'm making it seem like a nightmare, but there really is nothing like it. I can't imagine my life without my son now. I often wonder what my purpose was before him, because now 95% of what i do now is about or for him.I live to make sure that little boy is happy and healthy.If I could change some things about my situation, I most definitely would, but Sevryn wouldn't be one of them. 

Financially, being a single mom is inexplicable. I couldn't imagine having more than one child in this situation. I know a great deal of women who do and my hat goes off to them. I know i made this post about me, but that's because I can only speak on what i know; and i know my situation. I live it every day. But this is about so much more. It's about men and women who create life and walk away from it. It's about the deterioration of marriage in our country. It's about wearing oneself too thin, just to get by. It's a problem that will unfortunately, never have a solution.



~XOXO,
LyfeBytes

TOMATO / tO-Mo-TO

Recently,i received some compliments that made me think. I was told I was beautiful by one person and sexy by another. These words have different impacts on everyone. I personally, would rather be called beautiful;although i appreciate all compliments. When think of a beautiful person, i think of an [highly] attractive person with a nice personality and a good heart. If a person is attractive but has a terrible personality or a nasty attitude, I don't think that person is beautiful person.Its sort of like a package deal, i guess. Don't get me wrong, though,being sexy isn't just about looks either. Its how you carry yourself. Its having "something about you". Its that mystery, that edge that my friend Carl mentioned in his blog post tonight "What's in word". {Insert long time friend's blog link>>>>>(hahaha) (http://carlscornerstl.blogspot.com). Being sexy is having an air about yourself. So,  this morning i sent a mass text to a handful of friends, because I was anxious to know their thoughts. 
        
  To the ladies: "Would you rather be referred to as beautiful or sexy? Which do you get more?"
  To the fellas: "Would you rather be referred to as handsome or sexy? Which do you get more?


It came as no surprise that women want to be called beautiful; yet we are called "sexy" more often. I wonder why that is? It could be because the guys preferred "sexy" over "handsome" or "fine"; so maybe they believe that's what we like to hear too. Maybe they're afraid of the implications of calling a woman beautiful? Maybe she's  not beautiful? I'm reaching, huh? hahaha 


Anyway, two out of about 20 people that i asked, said it didn't matter, either was fine. They were both women; i was shocked.  Two of about eight men would prefer to be referred to as handsome, but they're called sexy more. The others all prefer sexy; some get their wish, some wish things were different. ;-) 


so, which do you prefer and which do you hear more? 


~XOXO, 
LyfeBytes                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Keeping up with the Jones'

When did life become about things? About how much we can make, spend, save, buy, go, etc? When did it become the norm to live above your means... to rack up credit card bills you can't afford... apply for payday advance after payday advance just to have a few dollars in your pocket? Why do we as a society think its necessary for children who cant walk or talk and can barely hold their heads up on their own to have name brand clothes and shoes? They don't stay in them for more than a month, yet WE (because i do this too) shell out $40- $50 for one pair of sneakers; $60-$75 for one outfit, and then spend $250 to have their pictures made in the clothes. I'm not pointing fingers at anyone here, I'm merely trying to find an answer because i do some of the aforementioned things.

I understand credit cards and payday advances in emergencies; but when did a vacation or new shoes become an emergency? I'm going to put myself on blast for just a second, here. I have a SERIOUS addiction to online shopping. I have and still will buy something online before i take care of my bills. Now, don't judge me because i still handle my business and i very rarely ask for help on anything. If i don't have it i go w/out {now}. Maybe because i'm a mother now and i have rearranged my priorities. Maybe because I've grown up some. Two years ago, I would overdraw my bank account to pay a bill because i had shopped my paycheck away... and not give two thoughts about it. Why? Why do i need more shoes than i can wear in a month? Clothes hanging in my closet season after season with price tags on them? it doesn't make sense; yet soooo many of us do it.

I have a friend with perfect credit and when she talks about how she spends and saves, I'm always in awe. Its almost unreal. In my mind, during these conversations, i wonder things like "who taught her how to save?" "is she balling or just good at budgeting?" "is she cheap/frugal/ thrifty?", etc.  i look up to her, but i'm nothing like her. I buy what i want and worry about the rest later.... BUT WHY? I've never been the type to keep up with the latest fashion trends, I wear what i like. so i don't think that's reason. I'm not really into electronics, so its not that. i don't compare myself to other people. I'm not jealous of what other people have. I don't make purchases based on what other people have or are purchasing. So the question remains, why dont I/ we just live with in our means? is it that difficult to simplify your life? Can you live w/out plastic? Is it our own weakness or are we victims of a messy economy?

Talk to me! i'm interested in your views!

~XOXO,
LyfeBytes

Same Pain

Don't you hate it when people say "I never meant to hurt you"? Seriously, whether or not you meant to hurt me is irrelevant after the hurt has been caused. Regardless if you hurt me on accident or on purpose, it hurts the same. and who ever really hurts people on purpose? OK. OK... there are a few evil people on Earth that hurt people for fun, but for the most part, it just happens.

Now that i think about it, unintentional hurt might be even worse. That usually comes from the people you think will never hurt you; which is why it hurts so bad. Its unexpected and unexplainable and unfortunately a lot of time irreversible.

that's all i have on this subject.... pain is pain, no matter how you slice it!
-XOXO,
LyfeBytes