#stayathomemom

As a #spoonie I’m in pain a lot of the time, or just too tired from #insomnia to play all day with the kids, so I have to come up with ways to keep them entertained. In an ideal world we’d be rich enough to afford a nanny but for now these sensory activities help give me a few minutes to recharge!
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We put salt and cat treats in various bowls that wouldn’t break and I gave the kids a couple of spoons, and an ice cream scoop. They loved it and were entertained for over a half hour!
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#playtime #kids #toddler #sensoryplay #stayathomemom #motherhoodunplugged #mama #momblog #spooniemama #fun #play #messy

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Went for a walk with the kiddos today. We were slower than molasses with sippys being thrown everywhere, and stopping to pick flowers but we did it!! I can’t believe how lucky I am to have these two kiddos in my life. #walk #kiddos #2miles #summertime #flowers #sunshine #fitmom #lucky #proudmomma #enjoyingnature #walking #fitfam #kids #stayathomemom #thefitlife #instafamily #love

try it and then let me know how it went lol

If you find anything perverted about breastfeeding, you have a problem.
If you believe women should cover up to feed their child, you have a problem.
If you do not see the beauty in the woman’s ability to birth and feed her child from one vessel…
Then you do not know life.
Here’s to the women to breastfeed with courage, here’s to the mothers who strive to do their best to breastfeed, here’s to encouraged breast, sagging breast, growth spurts, long nights, long days, hungry babies, and so much more…

I have never been more insecure about my body until I became a mother. 

BUT here I am reminding myself that this is the temple that housed my children…

This is the body that holds that womb in which my children were co-created. My skin stretched, my tattoos faded, my body shape changed. During both of my pregnancies I rounded out and with my sun I went into labor weighing 209pds. Before motherhood, I wanted to gain weight so bad. At some point I was so skinny I looked sick. However, I sometimes miss the way my body was shaped then because my breast did not sag nor were they so big and heavy, my thighs did not have stretch marks and my limbs did not feel so weak. A part of maturing into the woman I am becoming, into my higher self, I have to embrace the physical changes that have occurred. 

My body is the same body that survived sexual trauma. My womb has been abused, misused, and tainted long before I became a mother. At some point I believed I was incapable of carrying such beautiful children like I have, that is now the beauty of my imperfections. My large breast have nursed both of my children, my stretched belly is where they grew, my thick thighs carried the weight of us all, and my strength pushed through my backbone. There is a bright side in these changes and even though there are insecurities, my love and appreciation for my temple has grown.  

About a month before giving birth to my sun, my second child, life through my husband and I a major curve ball. Our new landlord had decided to raise our rent tremendously which led us to take a risk and move out of our apartment. I was comfortable in our space, being a stay at home mom to our daughter. Perhaps I was a little too comfortable. I ended up in the hospital the night we got unpacked in my husbands mother living room. Our living situation was not ideal, I had never imagined my family sleeping on the living room floor of someone else’s home. But we had a plan and we were willing to make the sacrifices we needed to begin making our dreams come true. When I left the hospital with my newborn sun, tragedy struck. It started to feel like the whole world was against us and our plan to succeed. We moved about two more times before our cousin told us he had a full furnished room for us to lay. Not everyone we crossed on this journey was against us and I learned this when my sister opened her home to my family as well. I was on the verge of breaking, I questioned myself as a woman and most importantly I questioned myself as mother. I was devastated. The tables turned when my tribe began to come together full circle. I began seeing the bigger picture and how our tragedy was becoming a spiritual journey. We traveled to the houses of those who loved us. We had food cooked for us, encouraging conversations, and welcoming arms everywhere we went. My doubt about what type of mother I am had me push through my insecurity and I became stronger in motherhood. No matter if we were sleeping on the floor in someone’s living room I managed to make sure my children were bathed, fed, and most importantly loved. I seen my strength in being a mother, especially a new mother of two. I defeated post par-tum, I conquered my fears, and I fell in love with my husband over and over and over again. I find it amazing that our biggest struggles can humble us if we allow it. My purpose, in part of our new journey, is to share with mothers, wives, and sisters on how we can become stronger even in our demise. Through writing and expression I will share my story. 

This is honest mothermood. 

This is ME, mothering through the wilderness. 

Being a stay-at-home-mom is the hardest job in the world

So I came across this blog post: http://foreverloyal.wordpress.com/2007/08/21/stay-at-home-moms-are-parasites/

Where some woman is upset at the feminists who say that stay at home mothers are parasites.

In this post she sarcastically says:

Because if you’re not “earning profit,” as the Ferengei would say, then clearly you’re not worth much of anything and only serve to drain some of the life from your husband.

And then proceeds to go on and on about how hard it is to be a stay at home mom, and how much they really contribute to the house/family.

Listen, cunt, why can’t you find a stay-at-home husband for your kids while you go be the bread winner? Oh that’s right, because you’re too good for that shit, but men aren’t. How come you value your husband working like a slave and making money like a Ferengei, all the while in your article rolling your eyes about how much over-importance society places on being a wage earner. You act like society’s praise of wage earner is so superficial, yet you yourself went and sought out a wage earner to live off of. Hypocrisy thy name is you.

This leach ends by saying

I also implore you to disregard the emotional support you give to your husband when he loses a family member or faces a tough situation at work.  Assign no value to those intellectual discussions about the state of our society or various ways children learn.  Pish on those late-night heart-to-heart talks after the kids are asleep.  If you don’t bring home a paycheck, you ain’t ish.

Bitch, you act like these are things you do for him, that he, while earning wages, isn’t doing for you too.

Your selfish parasitic entitled attitude probably has you convinced, that after he pops his Viagra, and fucks you till you cum, that sex was a thing you did for him, not a thing he did for you or a thing you two did together for each other.

Ladies, pull your own damn weight, us men are tired of carrying you.

Men, realize your financial value will go up with age, her value as a sex partner will only go down. Marriage is a trap, you don’t have children; your wife does (ask any divorce court judge) and stop paying for sex (supporting a stay-at-home-wife.)

Again ladies and gentlemen, if being a stay-at-home-mom was anywhere near as hard as they make it out to be, women wouldn’t seek bread winners to marry.