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Random Ramblings

After watching Tanis Miller’s latest Momversation Video on school uniforms, it really got me thinking.

But, before we get to my thoughts, take a moment and go watch Tanis’ video HERE.

Okay, now that you’ve watched the video and have heard Tanis’ thoughts, here are mine.

I agree 100% with Tanis!

When I was growing up, I always hated being picked on by the other kids in my school because I didn’t have the brand name clothing that they did. To be honest, I didn’t care about the labels and was more worried that my crack wasn’t hanging out of my pants or that you could see my days of the week underwear through my clothing.

I grew up in what is considered a “wealthy” and “stuck up” school district. Other schools said bad things about us because there were some kids who were fortunate enough to have all of the things they wanted, the brand names and when the time rolled around, the nice car, (I was NOT one of these lucky kids – can we say hello I drove an 86 Chevette that the drivers side door didn’t stay closed!)

Anywho- when it came to the brand names and all of the labels the other kids had I really didn’t care. I wasn’t the type of person who judged a person by what they were wearing and in all honesty, I got along with just about everyone I went to school with.

Now, fast forward to today.
Since I’ve been out of school almost 15 years.

I have 2 children who attend public school at the middle school level. One of them is in 6th and the other in 7th.

Neither of my children ask for the name brand items. They are both perfectly happy with what they have and know that if there is something that they are just dying to have, I will do my best to provide them with it. However, when it comes to school clothes, they know mommy is cheap and to be ready for the clearance racks.

As a family of 5, soon to be 6, we are thrifty. I hate to buy things unless they are on sale and I prefer the clearance rack over anything. My children, bless their hearts, have always understood this.

As a mom, I would prefer that my kids wear uniforms to school and not because it would save our family money because seriously, they still need to have clothes to wear when not attending school. I would prefer uniforms because I hate the thought of some kid picking on one of my kids because their shoes are knock offs of the current in-style name brand or because my kid prefers to dress a certain way and another kid doesn’t like it.

As parents, we hate when others judge our children in a negative way and fear that others will hurt them. To me, making school uniforms mandatory in all schools is one way to help make all children view each other as equals and not by whose family has more money or who has the coolest outfit that day.

And that, that is my two cents!

A friend of mine asked me today, “When do the hormones stop?”
She has a daughter who is just over 1 month old.

As moms, I’m sure we’ve all hit that point when not only handling motherhood for the first time but with subsequent childbirths as well.
When I had my first child, 11.5 years ago at the age of 20, I can honestly say that I didn’t have any real hormonal issues.
Yes, I worried that I wouldn’t be a good mom at the age of 20, let alone a single mom at the age of 20.
But somehow, I managed to get through it and I know I owe a huge part of that to my parents for having been there for me when I needed them most.

17 months after my son was born, I became a single mom to 2 at 21.
It was this pregnancy when my emotions took over.
I was 21, pregnant, a single mom and facing the impending birth of another child while my friends were all out celebrating being 21 and having the time of their lives.

During this pregnancy, I became depressed.
And worried.
And scared.
I resented not only myself, but my unborn child as well, yet, I was excited.
(If that even makes sense.)

When she was born, I was elated, yet I was overcome with emotions.
How was I going to raise two kids?
Again, I have to give props to my parents for stepping up and helping out and always being there for us.

I can admit that I hit some really, really low points after my daughter was born.
And, I did quite a few things I am not proud of.
And, I said a lot of things to a lot of people that I wish I could take back.
And, I lost a lot of friends because I let my anger and depression get the best of me.
And, I miss those friends.
I wish I could make things right between us again, and who knows, I might be able to sometime in the future.

With my 3rd pregnancy, things were both better and worse.
They were better in the aspect that I wasn’t scared and I knew that I wouldn’t have to do things alone this time.
I was (and am still) lucky to have a wonderful man by my side to support me throughout my pregnancy and knowing he would be there after the baby was born helped to lighten the load.

They were worse because I struggled with the idea of starting over with another baby and going through all the steps again.

After I delivered baby #3, things were fine.
For a little bit.
I think it was when he hit 3 weeks old that I started to notice changes in myself.
Changes like crying for no reason, or while watching TV, or reading a book, even when I was just sitting by myself in the quiet, I would cry.
Then came the anger.
Everything made me angry.
Not to mention I was exhausted.
It didn’t take much for me to get angry and bite heads off.
I would get so mad.
And then, then I got depressed.
And I ate.
And ate.
And ate.
I was exhausted, overwhelmed, lonely and about a million other words.
That’s when I realized something was definitely wrong.
I did what any mom addicted to the Internet would do.
I turned to Dr. Google.
There it was, staring back at me on the screen:

  • depressed mood
  • tearfulness
  • inability to enjoy pleasurable activities
  • trouble sleeping
  • fatigue
  • appetite problems
  • suicidal thoughts
  • feelings of inadequacy as a parent
  • impaired concentration
  • Decreased interest in sex
  • Feelings of rejection

I had most of the symptoms of PPD.
Postpartum depression.
So, I talked to my husband about it.
Then, I called my doctor.
And was prescribed an anti-depressant.
It did help curb the mood swings and I am glad to say I no longer need it.
In addition to the meds, I did some reading.
One of the books that really helped me out landed in my hands shortly after my youngest turned one.
I had stumbled across a blog about a woman who had suffered from PPD and learned she had written a book about it.
It wasn’t a book written by an actress or a doctor.
It was written by mom.
A mom like me.
So, I read it.
And it amazed me.
To hear her story and know that I wasn’t the only one who had gone through or was going through this.
This book made me laugh.
Yes, I said laugh.
There was humor in a book about PPD.
Who knew it could be done?
I learned things from this book.
Like how to open up and talk to people about what’s going on with me.
And I recommend this book for any other women who are going through the same thing.
I still look back at that book as a reference when I’m facing a new struggle such as a mood I haven’t encountered before or just as help to get me over a bad hump.

Next week Thursday, the DramaQueen will be turning the big 1-0!
10!
Can you believe it?
Where did the time go?
In light of her impending 10th birthday, I asked her to write me a list of things she wanted for her birthday.
Ergo, The Birthday Wish List.
It went a little something like this:

1. Justin Bieber CD
2. MP3 Player
3. A blue dress
4. Blue Sandals size 4
5. A water bottle (nice one)
6. A book
7. A diary
8. A picture of a Great Dane

Now this list is just fine a dandy.
But I do have a few comments and questions.

1. First things first, the DramaQueen has claimed for MONTHS that she does not like Justin Bieber. Secondly, the only CD players we own are in our cars and computers and I WILL NOT be listening to Baby, baby, baby oh…. while working at my desk or while driving a car for fear I may run myself off the road.

2-5. These are all items that make me happy. Not one of them brings a question to mind since I know what sizes and styles of clothes and shoes to buy. I love that you want a reusable water bottle because your almost 10 and have decided you need to reduce your carbon footprint.

6. A book. Could you be a little more specific here? Do you want a notebook, a fiction book, children’s book, or the Bible? These are things a mother needs to know or you will get whatever is on the discount cart on the sidewalk outside of Barnes & Noble that is 60% off and chances are you’ll probably hate it.

7. A diary. What do you need a diary for? Did I not just give you your own space on the Internet so you can write down your innermost thoughts, fears and ambitions so I can read them and not have to snoop through your room to find your diary to read so I know who the latest boy you are crushin’ on is?

8. A picture of a Great Dane. Now, most little girls would ask for the dog. Not my kid. Just a picture of a Great Dane. Now, my question is will a picture I download illegally off of Google Images, print and frame suffice for you? And I’ll also I’m really beginning to wonder when this great obsession with Great Danes came about.

All of a sudden, I’m really happy that she has NEVER asked me for a pony!

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