Okay, let’s just bring this up, and it’ll probably be my week-long blogging.
Why do moms shame each other? If you think about it, there’s not one thing moms will all agree on. Think about it. Earrings? Breast or bottle? Cover or not?
Do you think you and someone else had the same answers? Probably not. Why can’t we, as humans and as mothers, work together, pull each other up, and help each other? Yes, informing is good, but calling people names, saying they don’t deserve to be parents, or anything of this sort is just uncalled for. Why do we think this is okay?
I don’t understand mommy-shaming, much like a lot of other things. It’s our job to change how we treat each other.
If I haven’t said it enough, Blogmas has started, indeed. I have a couple decent ideas, but they are subjected to change.
My goal is of course blogging every day (given) but I am also starting to be able to open up, so you might be seeing more personal things from me. Not that I can say anyone would or wouldn’t be interested in that, but it’s worth a try.
The winter season is upon us, and it has finally become unbearable.
Yesterday I went to help my aunt with her shed, we also blessed some moms that needed help. Two with a tree, one with a bed, and one for something else I couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, it meant something to all of the moms, and I am so glad we were able to help.
However, yesterday ALL DAY it did nothing but pour. It wasn’t too bad, but it was bad enough where I was soaked from head to toe, but the end of the 6 hours we spent going through this pod, I was basically a sloshing puddle of water and mud.
Today I wore a dress because I was interviewing and observing in a class, and it feels much, much worse than yesterday. I feel like it’s colder, more dreary. Thank God I don’t have to wake up and go out this morning. Baby Chewy can just come cuddle me and that will be our morning. Only two more weeks until his schools out, exactly a week until mine is out. Just gotta take it day by day.
Did I mention I am from Florida? Floridians don’t do winter. Sometimes I wonder why I moved to what seems like one of the coldest, rainiest places in the U.S.