There is nothing that bothers me more than boring people. People that find there soul mate and then only spend every second with only them. Or people that have kids and focus on them and nothing else. But please understand that my child and child to be are the center of my universe. They are number one in my life and I love being with my son more than anything. I am talking about people that never leave their kids side and have no outlets other than their husband, wife, child, girlfriend or boyfriend.
Over the past month I ran into a couple old friends. One that was in a serious relationship for a few years. The other that had been married for about 4 years with no kids and an old friend from high school that’s been married for a couple years and has a baby.
All three of these people basically gave me the same song and dance when I asked what they had been up to. All three couples had the same answer and that was NOTHING. Listen I understand there are times in everyone’s life when you go out more or go out less. People have different priorities and that’s fine, but come on people go out and have some fun. Being pregnant with a baby limits me BIGTIME on things I can do, but if my hubby didn’t knock me up again so quickly we’d be going out a lot more.
I wanted to sit down and tell these people that they are so boring and what happened to enjoying life. You’ve been dating forever that’s fine, but go out and have some fun. My opinion is if you can’t be with someone that wants to go out and get loose with you then boo to them. And I’m not always talking about hitting a party or bar. You could do this at home. Put the kids to bed put some food on the grill, turn up the music, and enjoy your drink of choice. There is nothing like a good buzz and good laughs with your other half.
I also have a real big problem with parents not getting a babysitter. Personally I don’t think it’s healthy for a child to only be with their parents and never a sitter. Kids need to see their parents being social. It shows them how important it is and how much fun it can be. What’s worse is parents that bring their kids everywhere. Saturday night parties are NOT for kids. I remember my wedding when people would RSVP and add their child to the reply card. Are they crazy I though. There is a time and a place for kids. An adult party is a no, but a Sunday BBQ is a yes.
If I ever end up like one of the couples above or start bringing my kids to Saturday night parties please someone stop me!!!!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Daddy Did It!!!
Men and women really are different. If I had to babysit a child before I even had my own I could do it. I may not have known everything, but being a women motherly instincts come much more naturally. If you had asked my husband to do it he wouldn’t have a clue.
My hubby recently had his first night alone with our baby when I went out of town for a night. And of course the night before I left our son got sick. Why would it be any other way?? On top of that my mom was going away with me, both my sisters were busy, and my nanny was unavailable. All the women were gone leaving hubby to survive.
The morning I left was extremely hectic. I had to get myself together and at the same time guide husband through everything so he would know exactly what to do. And of course he had to jump in the shower right when it was time for me to leave for the airport. I thought I was gonna kill him. Not to mention that as he was lying on the couch. I told him he needed to get up and take our son to the doctor. He looked at me in shock!!! You would have thought I was sending him to jail. I thought about leaving the house a mess from breakfast and bottles and letting him see what it’s like all day with a baby. But of course I didn’t and by the time he was out of the shower the place was spick and span.
Husband left for the doctor while I went onto the airport for a night of room service and luxury. Roles were really reversed. It’s usually me taking our son to the doctor while he is at the office or on a business trip.
When I got on the plane I was nervous as hell, but then hubby called to say everything was fine and he just had a cold. I took a deep a breath and felt much more relaxed.
Over the next 36 hours I checked on my boys and everything went well. I came home to a house that was pretty clean and organized. Just how I had left it. And when I saw my little sons runny nose and red eyes you better believe it was mama to the rescue!!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
My hubby recently had his first night alone with our baby when I went out of town for a night. And of course the night before I left our son got sick. Why would it be any other way?? On top of that my mom was going away with me, both my sisters were busy, and my nanny was unavailable. All the women were gone leaving hubby to survive.
The morning I left was extremely hectic. I had to get myself together and at the same time guide husband through everything so he would know exactly what to do. And of course he had to jump in the shower right when it was time for me to leave for the airport. I thought I was gonna kill him. Not to mention that as he was lying on the couch. I told him he needed to get up and take our son to the doctor. He looked at me in shock!!! You would have thought I was sending him to jail. I thought about leaving the house a mess from breakfast and bottles and letting him see what it’s like all day with a baby. But of course I didn’t and by the time he was out of the shower the place was spick and span.
Husband left for the doctor while I went onto the airport for a night of room service and luxury. Roles were really reversed. It’s usually me taking our son to the doctor while he is at the office or on a business trip.
When I got on the plane I was nervous as hell, but then hubby called to say everything was fine and he just had a cold. I took a deep a breath and felt much more relaxed.
Over the next 36 hours I checked on my boys and everything went well. I came home to a house that was pretty clean and organized. Just how I had left it. And when I saw my little sons runny nose and red eyes you better believe it was mama to the rescue!!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Happy 35th hubby!!!
I’m not a bragger. Never have been and never will be. But there is one thing that I have to brag about and it’s my husband. He turned 35 this week and to me he is the most wonderful man in the world.
Of course I’m normal and want to kill him sometimes. And we can absolutely fight like cats and dogs. Whoever says they don’t is full of shit. We are also not exactly alike. But he is the best. He is the cutest, sweetest, most fun, loving, hard working man. He always sees the good in people which sometimes drives me crazy and he is the only man I know who would smile at 6:00 in the morning while on the elliptical.
I threw him and my sister their annual birthday party this past weekend and as usual it was great. I had it at my favorite bar in Atlanta, which I used to frequent when I was not pregnant. I left at 10:30 when the party was starting to get crowded. As much as I wanted to be drinking with everyone it made me so happy to see my hubby drinking, dancing, and socializing just as a he should.
So I thank my lucky stars everyday that I have him in my life. His smile is contagious and his optimism makes me look at life the way I should. He never says no to a party or a night on the town. To me no man could ever compare to my dad, but my husband’s zest for life, generosity to people, and loving nature makes me see some of my dad in him.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Friday, August 28, 2009
Birthday Cake or Beer?
I love birthday parties or really any celebration. Just like my dad was I’m always the first one to arrive, last one to leave, and I have a drink in my hand at all times.
Last Saturday was my friends 30th birthday at her family farm. She had booze, bbq, music, and even babysitters. It was an all day all night event that from what I was told got real rowdy late night. As soon as we arrived I took my son over to the babysitters. It was really cute seeing him play with his little buddies. My husband ran off to socialize and grab a drink and I went straight for the food and water.
The afternoon was beautiful with perfect weather and lots of excitement. But being pregnant at these things sure is hard. The cold beer people were drinking looked amazing and the shots of tequila looked like so much fun. It wasn’t that I was miserable. I had my best friends there and my adorable son too. It’s just that I wanted to join in the debauchery. As the afternoon went on I continued to fill up my plate with cake and my husband continued to fill up his cup with more whiskey.
When it was time to leave later that night it was bedtime for my son and by the looks of my husband it was bed time for him too. We loaded up that car and I took the wheel. About five minutes into the drive my son started crying so my husband jumped in the back to give him a bottle. Five minutes after that I looked in my rearview mirror and they were both passed out.
I wasn’t sure how I felt as I drove home. Was I sad that it was 7:30 on Saturday night and I was on my way home instead of on my way out? Or was I irritated that my husband was passed out in the car? Who knows, but I will tell you one thing. When we got home and I looked at my little boy sleeping in the car I could have melted. He really is the MOST precious thing in the world and I absolutely love every second I get to be with him!!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Last Saturday was my friends 30th birthday at her family farm. She had booze, bbq, music, and even babysitters. It was an all day all night event that from what I was told got real rowdy late night. As soon as we arrived I took my son over to the babysitters. It was really cute seeing him play with his little buddies. My husband ran off to socialize and grab a drink and I went straight for the food and water.
The afternoon was beautiful with perfect weather and lots of excitement. But being pregnant at these things sure is hard. The cold beer people were drinking looked amazing and the shots of tequila looked like so much fun. It wasn’t that I was miserable. I had my best friends there and my adorable son too. It’s just that I wanted to join in the debauchery. As the afternoon went on I continued to fill up my plate with cake and my husband continued to fill up his cup with more whiskey.
When it was time to leave later that night it was bedtime for my son and by the looks of my husband it was bed time for him too. We loaded up that car and I took the wheel. About five minutes into the drive my son started crying so my husband jumped in the back to give him a bottle. Five minutes after that I looked in my rearview mirror and they were both passed out.
I wasn’t sure how I felt as I drove home. Was I sad that it was 7:30 on Saturday night and I was on my way home instead of on my way out? Or was I irritated that my husband was passed out in the car? Who knows, but I will tell you one thing. When we got home and I looked at my little boy sleeping in the car I could have melted. He really is the MOST precious thing in the world and I absolutely love every second I get to be with him!!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Widespread Weekends
Rock n roll, live music, and particularly Widespread Panic are some of the best ways to describe a lot of my lifestyle. I’d fly or drive anywhere to see Widespread Panic play. It was pretty simple. We book flights, hotel rooms, buy enough beer and whiskey to serve an army, as well as many party favors. You name it and we had it. I did this a lot from my high school days until recently…when I got pregnant…the first time.
My favorite place to see Widespread was at Oak Mountain in Birmingham. It was always a blast. We’d party all day in the hotel, become best friends with our neighbors and get extremely rowdy all night long. I remember giving away free tickets to a guy we met in the hotel just to check out ALL of his pretty balloons. I remember taking pictures off the walls to do whatever we felt on them. From the moment we arrived, our hotel room was stocked with everything. Budweiser all day and Jim Beam all night. It was a straight up party. We never left unless it was the few hours to go to the show or if we ran out of booze. I had hundreds of trips like this and everytime was better than the next.
Having children you think a lot about what they will be like as they grow up. Will they be like you? Will they do this? Will they do that? I’m a lot like my parents so I wonder if mine will be the same. When I think about my children and if they’ll follow in my steps, I get knots in my stomach. How can they do what I did? I can’t even think about my son running in and out of hotel room ‘til the wee hours of the morning. The thought of it scares the living hell out of me, but I wouldn’t be who I am without a lot of these experiences. My life never fell apart. My friends all went to good colleges and continue to succeed. I also think about all the successful people I know my parents age. They all had their crazy days and many continue too be big partiers; at the same time, they have wonderful families and continue to give back to the community.
My husband and I saw two awesome shows right before I got pregnant again and it was so much fun. We went to the concert and continued out to a bar both times. The baby stayed with my parents and we had so much fun! Being married and having a child you must continue to do the things you enjoy. I’m a true believer of boring nerdy parents equals boring nerdy children. This isn’t true in all cases, just most.
While my days of running around hotel rooms, checking out balloons, and ripping pictures off walls are over. I can promise you that my Budweiser and whiskey is not!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
My favorite place to see Widespread was at Oak Mountain in Birmingham. It was always a blast. We’d party all day in the hotel, become best friends with our neighbors and get extremely rowdy all night long. I remember giving away free tickets to a guy we met in the hotel just to check out ALL of his pretty balloons. I remember taking pictures off the walls to do whatever we felt on them. From the moment we arrived, our hotel room was stocked with everything. Budweiser all day and Jim Beam all night. It was a straight up party. We never left unless it was the few hours to go to the show or if we ran out of booze. I had hundreds of trips like this and everytime was better than the next.
Having children you think a lot about what they will be like as they grow up. Will they be like you? Will they do this? Will they do that? I’m a lot like my parents so I wonder if mine will be the same. When I think about my children and if they’ll follow in my steps, I get knots in my stomach. How can they do what I did? I can’t even think about my son running in and out of hotel room ‘til the wee hours of the morning. The thought of it scares the living hell out of me, but I wouldn’t be who I am without a lot of these experiences. My life never fell apart. My friends all went to good colleges and continue to succeed. I also think about all the successful people I know my parents age. They all had their crazy days and many continue too be big partiers; at the same time, they have wonderful families and continue to give back to the community.
My husband and I saw two awesome shows right before I got pregnant again and it was so much fun. We went to the concert and continued out to a bar both times. The baby stayed with my parents and we had so much fun! Being married and having a child you must continue to do the things you enjoy. I’m a true believer of boring nerdy parents equals boring nerdy children. This isn’t true in all cases, just most.
While my days of running around hotel rooms, checking out balloons, and ripping pictures off walls are over. I can promise you that my Budweiser and whiskey is not!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
What happened to my weekend???
Going out for drinks used to be no problem and not to mention my friends and I would do it up no matter where we were. Just tell me when and l’ll be there. If it happened to be during the week then so be it. I’d just deal with having a hangover at the office. Then I had a child and things changed, but I manage to work around it. We’d either hire a sitter or enjoy a nice Friday night having drinks and pizza at home when the baby went down. I can’t stand parents that stop the fun after having a child. GET A LIFE!!!
Now I’m pregnant again and can’t really do either of the situations above. Recently I called my husband on the way home from a play date to ask if he wanted to meet for some Mexican. When the words not really came out of his mouth I almost lost it. I thought to myself its Friday night , I can’t drink, I can’t eat sushi, I can’t get dressed up in my party clothes, and I can’t even meet my husband for some shitty Mexican??? Nothing stopped me and I went. As I sat there sipping on my ice water waiting for my sons quesadilla I couldn’t help but stare at the people across from us. They had food, kids, and margaritas. I wanted to join them so badly. I don’t mind being with my son. In fact I love it more than anything, but the fact is when you can’t drink or socialize with another adult it just feels like prison. After getting home and seeing my loving husband (in his boxers) passed out on the couch I put my son to bed and tried to decide what to do next. My options were few to none because by the looks of my freezer all I had was chocolate chip. Maybe I’ll make Saturday night crazy with a little rocky road??
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Now I’m pregnant again and can’t really do either of the situations above. Recently I called my husband on the way home from a play date to ask if he wanted to meet for some Mexican. When the words not really came out of his mouth I almost lost it. I thought to myself its Friday night , I can’t drink, I can’t eat sushi, I can’t get dressed up in my party clothes, and I can’t even meet my husband for some shitty Mexican??? Nothing stopped me and I went. As I sat there sipping on my ice water waiting for my sons quesadilla I couldn’t help but stare at the people across from us. They had food, kids, and margaritas. I wanted to join them so badly. I don’t mind being with my son. In fact I love it more than anything, but the fact is when you can’t drink or socialize with another adult it just feels like prison. After getting home and seeing my loving husband (in his boxers) passed out on the couch I put my son to bed and tried to decide what to do next. My options were few to none because by the looks of my freezer all I had was chocolate chip. Maybe I’ll make Saturday night crazy with a little rocky road??
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Friday, August 7, 2009
Oops I did it again!!!!
As I introduced myself to the world there was one important thing I forgot to mention. I’m pregnant again!!!!! Yep, you know the expression don’t play with fire? Well I’m living proof. About five months after having my son the girls were in town from Chicago. As usual we did it up. Binge drinking 3 nights in a row, sushi, eating, and tons more crap. We had a blast!! The Sunday they were leaving I woke up and something felt a strange. It was suppose to be that time of the month and I had NO symptoms. I got pregnant in one month of trying with my son and before I took that pee test I just knew I was pregnant. I could just look at my face and tell. So this dreadful morning I knew something was different.
After running to Walgreens in a panic I took that terrible scary test and there was the word- PREGNANT!!! I did it again and there it was- PREGNANT!!! I broke down crying as my friends started laughing. How can this be???? I called my mom crying and thought she was going to ground me by the sound of her tone.
There was one person I really wanted to kill and that was my husband. I picked up the phone to call him next. He was at a bachelor party out of town. As I cried and screamed to him all I could think was it’s his fault. Why would it be mine????
As I cried, cried, called my friends, and cried some more my dad showed up with a bottle of champagne. There I had my sober shocker and here I go again.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
After running to Walgreens in a panic I took that terrible scary test and there was the word- PREGNANT!!! I did it again and there it was- PREGNANT!!! I broke down crying as my friends started laughing. How can this be???? I called my mom crying and thought she was going to ground me by the sound of her tone.
There was one person I really wanted to kill and that was my husband. I picked up the phone to call him next. He was at a bachelor party out of town. As I cried and screamed to him all I could think was it’s his fault. Why would it be mine????
As I cried, cried, called my friends, and cried some more my dad showed up with a bottle of champagne. There I had my sober shocker and here I go again.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
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