Monday, September 29, 2014

Ouch... my ankle!


This post is in direct response to Jessica's husband's pain level. Here are the officially recognized levels of pain (source: American Academy of Doctors and Shit)


Level 1: Ouch, I sprained my ankle
Level 2: Oh shit I'm pushing a baby out of my vag
Level 3: Hot damn you need to use lube for that hole
Level 4: A man on bath salts ate my face




And now we return to our regularly scheduled work day.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Jesus with the win







Well, it's been some time now. One of us is medicated twice and the other is not but should be. I think Jess is medicated enough for the both of use so let's just go ahead and keep the title of this blog... Mom's on Meds.

In today's installment, we're going to talk about the power of the one... the only... Jesus.

That's right, Jesus came in with the win. Let me start by explaining... First, if you don't own a home, take my advice and never ever buy one. Rent. Live with your Parents. Squat. But don't you dare buy a house.

I'm happy to report that after a long, drama-filled few months, that tomorrow (supposedly) the deed for my house will be filed and I will no longer be the owner. Now, a quick disclaimer... everyone I have spoken to ASSURES me that this is the end... nothing else can go wrong... we are closing the final chapter... etc, etc. But I know better. I'm not counting my eggs before they hatch.


The reason I believe this is going to happen is because Jesus, sweet Jesus, is going to guide me through. In exchange, I am going to be a better person. I'm not going to make fun of people or instigate negative comments. I'm going to do better. Be better.

Now, this may come as a shock for all of those who know me but I'm really going to try... In Jesus's name, Amen. So while I was going to post all kinds of nasty things to make fun of people, I've turned a corner. I'll leave you with this instead:






Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Men!


Seriously. If you're heading into fatherhood for the first time let's not just assume that it's super easy. Being a parent is hard. Like, really hard. Like, the hardest thing you will ever do. Now, just because I am a generous person I will NOT mention that it is the woman who has to carry the child nine months, push the baby out of her vagina, and then bleed for several weeks afterwards while her hormones run cray-cray as the baby uses her boobs like a 7/11.

Newborns poop. A lot. They cough, they poop. They cry, they poop. They fart, they poop. They poop, you go to change them, and then they poop on the changing table and carpet and then start to pee. It's what they do.

Newborns cry. A lot! It's not like they can just say, "hey, you, get off your lazy ass and feed me." They don't develop proper communication skills until they are at least graduated from College. So get used to the sound of crying. Also, just when you are about to close your eyes and settle in for a few moments of restful slumber, assume that baby is just going to start crying again.

Newborns like to be held. A lot. They never want to be put down. It's hard to vacuum the house in high heels while cooking a roast for dinner. And now it's even harder with a baby that won't let you have two free hands for just five minutes. Seriously, sometimes all you want to do is go pee without having to figure out how to take down your pants, wipe, and then pull your pants back up with one hand all while trying not to jostle the waking baby. Because if you wake that baby up, he or she will cry, and then they will poop. And then you are back to square one.

So, for the sake of a Mom on Meds, please let's not assume that parenthood is one trip down easy street. Part of being human means having human reactions. Laughing, crying, loving, and putting your clothes on inside out and backwards to hide the stains is part of the experience. Don't be perfect. Be a parent!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Hilarious photos to get you through the work day.

Let's face it, we all need a little break from work once every five minutes. So here is a few of our personal favorite distractions from around the web.

Without further ado... I give you... Baby Prince:

I call this one Starved for Attention. Someone didn't love him as a child.


And finally... for the first time in a very long time... I have no words for this picture. 




Friday, June 15, 2012

Baby Center Theatre

Because we are high class, Betsy and I started Baby Center Theatre (notice the "tre") this morning. What is Baby Center Theatre you ask? Why, it's the most awesome video you'll ever see....until our next edition, that is.