Nunya

I ran to Target today to grab Aaron’s anniversary present and at one point, Dylan decided he’d rather be out of the cart and started to fuss and throw a bit of a two year old tantrum.  We were in the holiday aisles and I knew if I took him out a) he would touch stuff that is breakable and b) Ryan would want to get out as well and chaos would ensue.  I wasn’t willing to chase two toddlers through Target, so I just hurried on my way, trying to console Dylan and get what I needed and get out.

And then it happened.

An older woman came up to me and YELLED at me in the middle of Target because she and all the other shoppers were disturbed by Dylan’s crying.  She said I shouldn’t take them out if I can’t control them and if they don’t behave.   She went off for several minutes while I just stood there in shock.

I was speechless.  I mean, what if Aaron was deployed and I had no choice?  As it is, he works nights and wasn’t available to watch the kids while I ran to the store.  And for the most part, my kids are well behaved.  The random crying happens, but really they are normally happy shoppers.   I finally sputtered something to the extent of he’d get over it, it was just a tantrum, and that it was safer for him to be in the cart and upset for a minute or two than running around a store.

I hauled ass out of that aisle and went to check out. For what it’s worth, by the time I was about 2-3 aisles away, Dylan was over it and happy again.  Anyway, while at the check out, a man came up to me and said he was sorry that the woman felt the need to butt into my business, that he could tell I was doing my best and that kids are kids and not to let her get to me.  He said ‘That woman really chapped my hide!’  Then his wife came over and pretty much said the same thing, that the woman’s words really bothered her,  and she couldn’t imagine how I felt hearing that.

I was relieved that I wasn’t looked at by the entire store as some crappy mom with horrendous kids.  I’m glad some others thought that the woman was out of line.

I guess I just don’t understand the need to say things like that to people.  Sure, I am not above having snarky thoughts, but to say something to the person- I can’t imagine having the nerve.


Sigh.

So from what I’ve read, the military will only be getting paid until the 8th of the month- today.  So on the 15th, our paycheck will be cut in half.  We only get paid twice a month to begin with.

Several  of our big bills (like our mortgage) come directly out of our paycheck.  In fact, the total of what we pay out via auto payment plans are more than half of each pay check- so before we even buy food we will be in the red.

I’ve read that some banks affiliated with the military are offering advance pay loans to their members, to make up the difference.  But that’s got to be paid back, and I’m assuming that comes with interest.   However, our bank?  We get an article called “Seven Strategies for Getting by Without a Paycheck”.  Gee thanks.

I’ll be the first to admit we are not the best at keeping to a budget in our house.  We live paycheck to paycheck.  And I thought that we would always have that paycheck, with Aaron being active duty Marine Corps.

Anyway, I guess really need to go read more on this stuff.  I’m usually blissfully unaware when it comes to government and politics, and I like it that way.


Well at least I’ve got the title…

Earlier this evening, I’d started to write this great post.  One that was going to probably be epic in length, based on the five or six paragraphs I’d already completed.

I blog using a laptop, one that has no battery in it… and my leg was falling asleep so I shifted positions to continue on my long-winded entry… and accidentally unplugged my power cord in the process.

No biggie, right?  I mean, doesn’t WordPress auto save drafts?  I knew I might lose the last little bit, but I figured I’d have a good portion retained in my drafts folder.

But nope… when I booted back up, all that was there was the title and a big empty space.

So instead of starting over tonight, I’m going to leave you with this picture of the twins at Wendy’s laughing at each other and call it Wordless Wednesday.  Maybe someday I’ll attempt to recreate that blog entry…


When Good Memes Go Bad

Once upon a time, there was a nice little meme that started to grow and grow.  It reached TONS of bloggers.   Because of it’s amazing reach, when a fellow blogger’s daughter was diagnosed with cancer the hosts of said meme were contacted and asked to help spread the word.

They declined.  They would not help spread the word about Mission Monkey.  As a mother of a child with cancer I refuse to support those who don’t support us.

I don’t know what all went on behind the scenes, but I do know that one of the hosts chose to stop hosting, and she posted about Monkey.   I am proud of her for sticking to her beliefs and doing what she felt was right.  I’m sure it was so very difficult to step down, and she’s got my respect and support!

And speaking of support, go give Monkey’s Momma, Michelle, some love and hugs and comments and stuff.    And if you have a dollar to spare, click on the button below, and help them out.


Because of this situation, a new meme has been formed, and I am honored to participate.  Click the little expressive dude below if you want to read more about why this meme was created, and to check out the other participants.

BWS tips button

  • Fawk you, cancer.  Leave our babies alone!
  • Fawk you, bloggers who think they’re better or more important than other bloggers.
  • Fawk you, health insurance that doesn’t cover everything and makes parents of cancer babies have to struggle and worry about if they can afford treatments and the normal monthly bills.

Diaper Fail

We usually use cloth diapers when we’re home, and disposables when we are traveling for Ryan’s appointments.  I usually buy the Target generic brand diapers and have had great luck with them… but for some reason we grabbed a pack at Walmart last time.

Bad idea.  For some reason, the tabs would only stick to each other and not the waist band, and they were super stretchy, like you could practically wrap them all the way around the boys’ waists.  Unless we put a onesie on them to keep their diapers in place, they’d come undone.  Well not quite all the way- the tabs would still be attached around them like a belt but the diaper itself would be flapping in the breeze behind them.

Since, as I said, we used the disposables when we were in Philly, we never really had issues because we always had clothes on the boys, holding their diapers in place.  But I decided to use up the last of these diapers the other day, since they are quickly outgrowing that size.  It’s hot here, so if we’re staying home, I often just have the babies in diapers, no other clothes.

I totally took pictures of the diaper escapes, because it was funny- but what wasn’t so funny is when I put Dylan down for a nap without a onesie and he pooped.  And the diaper came off.  And then he must have kicked his legs for awhile, and propelled the contents of his diaper everywhere.   Let’s just say the clean up was NOT enjoyable.

I swore I’d try my hardest not to post about baby poop, but I am a mom and I can’t help it.  Sorry.  If there was ever a reason to stick with cloth diapers, this is it.  I have never had this happen with cloth.  I promise to keep my poop posting to a minimum.  Until potty training, anyway.