If you don't have anything nice to say....

This is more of the straw that broke the camel's back, than the full source of my frustration, but the next person who brings up that fucking study telling me how bad television is for my child's vocabulary is going to send me into a screaming hissy fit.

Defensive much? Yes! Next time someone feels compelled to offer me unsolicited advice on parenting, most especially if they do not themselves have any children, I hope they keep it in mind, and keep their damned mouth shut. I feel guilty enough about what time I don't get to spend with my baby as it is. But unless you're offering to come out and babysit him so I can take more than a 5 minute shower, and oh, I don't know, actually put on some fucking makeup and brush my hair afterwards, I don't want to hear how bad TV is for my child. He's going to watch it, if only so I don't stink. I am doing the best I can for my son, and until Russ and I can move down to a single-income family, it's not going to get any better.

I love my little boy with an intensity that makes the Arizona desert sun seem like a balmy day in Hawaii by comparison. But I work a full-time job, and I cannot spend every waking second interacting with him. I'm up by 5am at the latest, every damn day. I get up that early, just so I can have a cup of coffee and an hour of time where I am not at someone's beckon call. From 7am until 930pm at night, I am on duty full-time, either working, or watching Roy, or cooking, or doing housework - normally some combination of any three at once. Since April 9th, 2006, I have not had more than 4 hours in a row to myself (that 4 hours on my own was my Mother's day present). You know what? It's fucking exhausting. I have to schedule time to brush my teeth or wash my hair. Most nights, even if I wanted to stay up late and actually take some time to relax, I'm so tired I just fall asleep on the couch anyway. If I thought it wasn't worth it, I'd put him in daycare. But I think it's important that he spends time with me at this age, and for that reason, I keep doing it.

But it means that I'm really worn out. I'm tired in a way that I am positive none of the rest of you have experienced before. Try working 15 hour days for a year and a half straight without a single day off in a double-job (staying at home with the kiddos and not working does NOT count). I am hanging onto my sunny disposition, and not losing it in front of the kiddo through sheer willpower. So your mouth might be saying "the experts™ say this is bad for your child" but my exhausted ears are hearing "I think you're a bad parent" and that isn't helping.

So the next time you see a study in the news that shows what a bad job I'm doing, refer to the title of this post, and keep it to yourself.

UPDATE: Yes, in case it isn't obvious, it's that time of the month too. I considered deleting this after I wrote it, but I really feel the need to get it off my chest... so I'm going to let it stand.

Leave My Damn Posts Alone

Some people who seem to think of themselves as the Big Sister even though they're not the oldest, are getting just a wee bit full of themselves. If you don't like the way I categorize a blog, bitch in person. Don't go in and edit my posts to suit yourself. And if you're going to be rigid about labeling, then you'd also better put up a post explaining your arcane rules for how to decide what belongs to what.

UPDATE: this seems a little out of context when the post it references, along with every other post by the author suddenly disappears from the blog. Guess Alicia decided to take her toys and go home. Well, I'd say I'm sorry, but considering the vast majoriy of her posts were just bitching about how the rest of us posts, I'm really not. Way to show your remarkable powers of maturity, Alicia, and good-bye.

UPDATE 2: since it also seems that everyone's admin privileges have also been removed (except I never had any) I fear that the next step will be the blog being deleted. Just in case, I've gone ahead and created Bilby Sisters and issued invites. You're welcome to post whatever the hell you want, using whatever labels you want, however often you want on it. Cheers!