Blogust Day 5/Word Of The Day Is Accident

Hello Everyone!

Today I want to talk about an incident that recently happened in our state. I am so infuriated that I hope I can keep it together enough to sound grounded in my thoughts. Its about a mother who left her baby in a hot car on "accident" which led to its tragic death. If you want to read the news article first here it is. 

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/utah-baby-dies-forgotten-hot-car-article-1.1890957

Its things like this that make we wish I had the willpower not to read the news. The events in this world truly blow my mind... I just CAN NOT apply any form of logic or understanding to the situation. What this mother has done makes me sick and it is 110% murder. No one can convince me otherwise. 

I believe this because, seven months ago I was lucky enough to give birth to my sweet baby Aria. She is the most amazing thing that has ever happened in my life, and I will tell you there is no way in hell I could ever ever EVER forget about her. Seriously how the #@%$ do you forget you reproduced for a second? What did this woman do, just randomly tap out on life? I'm sorry everyone, but when I'm respondng to these kind of stories its hard for me to keep my language in check. 

There are so many things in this situation that are wrong. Lets just talk a little walk through of the chain of events.

1. Mother drops off older kids, and instead of dropping off the baby at day care took her home.- Ok that's normal, but unfortunately its where normal stops.

2. Mom cant drive up to her house because of construction, so she parks down the road. She has a bathroom emergency and runs home to take care of it. - Ok fine except that SHE LEFT HER BABY IN THE CAR AND DID'NT COME BACK!!! Apparently she "thought" she had dropped her off at daycare. Ummm WTF?! Did you actually go to the daycare? No. Do you have magical baby teleportation powers? No? Well then I think its safe to say you didn't drop her off, idiot. The mother goes on to claim this was all a horrible accident because she didn't stick to her usual schedule. Again I have to throw out a WTF? Are you robot? You're really trying to convince me that you're so dim you cant function if your days aren't exactly the same everyday. Lord help us if this is true. I cant do anything besides face palm to that excuse. 

I feel entitled to say these somewhat mean things because I too am a mother, I work, I'm busy, I'm tired, an average three hours of sleep a night kind of tired, my husband isn't home often, blah blah blah...but letting my kid die in a burning hot car isn't even a possibility in my life. I will admit all these things take a big tole one me. I am forgetful at times, but my idea of forgetting something important is when I lose my phone, or debit card. I'm so bad with my phone that I have a "find my phone" website saved as one of my favorites. However, I'm not so bad that I could forget the daughter I spent 22 hellacious hours giving birth to, and I sure as hell don't think I went places and did things I didn't. That is a level ten bat shit crazy. 

The whole situation is awful, but when we have the mothers sister advocating for her innocence and condemning people for criticizing her and hurting her feelings, it makes me outrageously angry. This woman deserves to receive criticism! She deserves to feel bad! She killed her kid! Everyone is focusing on this "poor" mothers feelings while I have yet to see anyone talking about the baby's feelings. How do you think that sweet helpless baby felt abandoned, dieing of heat exhaustion, crying/screaming out for help to no avail? Even typing that makes me sick to my stomach. 

Miss Aria had her six month shots today and that horrible face of betrayal she gave me while I was holding her down brought tears to my eyes. Even something I know is for her own good can make me feel guilty. She is so sweet, and innocent, and helpless. She relies on me to keep her alive. She trusts me above anyone else. I dread doing anything, even if necessary, that would damage that. 

If I feel bad for restraining my baby in order to get shots, this mother SHOULD feel bad for the death of her baby. I refuse to tiptoe around to save her feelings, and I refuse to live in a world where it is acceptable to leave your child in a hot car to die if it was an accident. Tough love my friends.

So my question of the day is: Do you think this situation truly falls into the category of accident? If so, why do you think she is innocent? 

Blogust Day 4/Im So Tired I Could Die

Hello Everyone!

Here's the deal. I physically can not blog tonight. Between working the past two days, moms group activities, single mom-ing it up for the next two weeks, and last nights no sleep, I am a real life version of the walking dead. The only reason I'm even typing this is because I committed to doing it and I have to lol. Ill write for real tomorrow. Good night :)

This is how I feel....

Blogust Day 3/Get Me Outta Here/Rants Of An OCD Mother

Hello Everyone!

Recently I have convinced Dylon that we need to move into town. We put our house on the market a couple weeks ago and are anxiously awaiting its sell. For those of you who don't know, we live approximately forty minutes out of real civilization in a small town of about four hundred people. Its beautiful here and when I stop to think about it, I understand why we chose to move in a couple years ago. However, with where we are in life right now, we *mostly I* NEED out.

Its nights like tonight that it becomes ever so evident how very badly I want to move. I worked today until 9:30 p.m., picked up Aria from my moms, had dinner there, and by 10:30 started my nightly track into the middle of nowhere. That in itself brings out the worry wart in me. Its so late, and there are so many animals and drunk drivers out during that time that I'm surprised I haven't had an incident yet. Tonight was even more nerve wracking than that. About halfway home we ran into some serious flash flood rain. With my windshield wipers going full speed and driving a maximum of 25 mph I was STILL swerving and couldn't see.

Oh and did I mention that my phone was dead and I had forgotten my charger at work??? Typical.

Agh! Let me tell you what, there is nothing more scary than treacherously driving alone with a little baby in the middle of the desert at eleven o'clock at night with no form of communication. It legitimately hurt my soul.

Once we got home I had to run through the darkness of doom *my porch light was off, go figure* as fast as humanly possible to get the doors propped open and prepared to bring Aria in the house. All the while having scary images of us getting hit by lightning running through my head. Seriously guys, the lighting was so close that every time it would strike I would see spots for a second because of the brightness. Anyway, after propping the doors I fly back out to the car, haphazardly throw a blanket over the car seat and take off running inside. By the time we make it in, the blanket has flown off into oblivion, we both look like we just jumped in a pool, and Aria is screaming bloody murder.

On the plus side, after a good change of clothes, and a solid half hour of rocking a traumatized baby back to sleep, life is back into its normal rhythm. Still, its nights like these that I KNOW our decision to move to town is the right one. The drive is just too far, and Miss Aria and I are so alone that it makes me sick with worry. We may be inside now, but there is still a flash flood going on outside, there is still lightning too close for comfort. If something bad were to happen any hosptals, cops, family, or friends are back in town. And with Dylon working in Nebraska for two weeks every month its just not good.

I swear really am a strong person. I know the answer to "what if something bad happened" would be I would handle it alone. Ill always handle it, but I don't particularly want to have to...

So my question of the day is: What tips would you give to someone getting their house ready to show/sell? I want to do this, and I want to do it right! Share your knowledge! Anyway, if the power goes out tonight I'm going to spontaneously combust. Wish me luck! Good night everyone!

Blogust Day 2/July Favorites

Hello everyone!

Day two of blogust is just going to be a July favorites post, which I had actually already planned to do regularly anyway. Soooo this is kind of a cop out post, but its already 12:42 a.m. I was too busy watching Divergent for the fourth time to think of anything exciting... Priorities. All that aside, here are my favorites from the month of July. :)

Favorite Purchase: Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE perfume. Like I legitimately own around fifty bottles, but I am sick to death of it wearing off in five seconds. I don't know if there is something weird about me, but good smelling things just don't seem to stick. So after some contemplating I decided I needed to layer the perfume products in order for it to stay, and I am happy to say it has worked! That's why my favorite purchase of the month is my French Lavender & Honey collection *body wash, lotion, perfume* from Bath and Body Works. Its soooo good! Check it out next time you're in one of their stores.

Favorite Book: This month I strayed away from my designated book club book and binge read the Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead. They rocked my world! I even loved the movie! Totally worth the two hours of sleep a night for a couple weeks.

Favorite Movie: Divergent. My God. So amazing. Its really the only movie I've watched this whole month.

Favorite TV Series: Oh man, I am about to be judged so hard for this. Ill admit my TV watching life was pretty much ruined when the first season of Reign ended. Now I'm left floundering around watching weird stuff. I might be one of the only reminiscing 90's kid still watching Girl Meets World, but it really is so sweet... so cheesy and so sweet. That's why it has eared my sport for favorite TV show. I record it and love it. Cory and Topanga fan for life y'alls!

Favorite Moment: Last month we made our first trip down to Fillmore Utah to visit some of Dylon's family for the 4th. The whole trip was awesome, but my most favorite part of that was going to his grandma and late grandpa's house. Dylon's grandfather used to make/sell art made out of rock and wood. I've heard stories about how talented he was, but I NEVER would have guessed how true that statement was. He did some beautiful and unique work. If anyone is ever in Fillmore stop by the house with a whole bunch of art in the yard. His grandma still shows and sells the stuff; it would be a really fun family pit stop!

Favorite Bloggers: I haven't been reading a lot of blogs in the past month, but I have been subscribing to a lot of vlogs on YouTube to replace my lack of TV watching options. The award for favorite blog/vlog this month goes tooooooo *drum roll* DFW Crunchy Dad!!! This guy posts a "day in the life" video of his family everyday. Joel and his wife Lucy seem like great parents and they have adorable kiddos. They are conservative folk who have a lot of "crunchy/hippie" ideals when it comes to child rearing like Dylon and I do. That's why I love watching them. I really thought I was a montage of weirdness when it came to my views on things, so I'm glad I'm not alone. Also I'm a snoop and I think watching what people do in their daily lives is interesting.

That's it for my favorites. My question of the day is: What show would you recommend for me to start watching on Hulu? It needs to be something I can start from the beginning, which is becoming harder to find these days. Thanks for reading! Also, instead of the song of the day, I've added the intro video to DFW Crunchy Dad's channel for those who are interested in taking a gander. Have a good night everyone!

Blogust Day 1/Class Reunions Are Fun?

Welcome to Blogust everyone! A day late, but better late than never right? I didn't spend any time thinking this through before committing to post every day, so I cant tell you much on what to expect. I do know that ill be doing a book review for a friend's book that just launched on Audible! YAY! And will pprrroooobbably be doing a giveaway for a hard copy of it, so stay tuned for that. Besides the scheduled review, I'm sure ill have other books and movies to review also. I think ill be doing a question of the day, since I actually have a surprising amount of readers lurking, but I don't know who any of you are. This is my plan to try to lure you out *muhaha*. Really though, I have no idea, if YOU have any ideas let me know, otherwise you're stuck with my ramblings 90% of the time :)

Onto todays ramblings!

This weekend was Dylon's 15 year class reunion. Can you believe it?! We're getting deep into adulthood now.

Of course, my socially awkward self had a ridiculous amount of anxiety over it, but in the same breath was quite curious to learn more about his "before me life".

When it came down to time to go, all social interactions were completely weird. I'm 100% sure I seemed more weird than most, even though Dylon will deny it all day long. We did however group up with a few very nice couples, and things seemed to be going ok. I was at least comfortable with my table mates, and there was free Café Rio. Cant complain too much. We listened to some good ol 1999 music *mostly dorky rap*, stuffed our faces, and I eavesdropped on people catching up. I even won this fantastic picture in the silent auction. Hooray!

Even though things were going well, I will be the first to tell you it is flat out uncomfortable being one of the only out of towners at your spouses class reunion. People are judging you hard. No one can deny it. That's half the reason people go to reunions right? To see what everyone's adult life is all about.

I will also be the first to tell you that with my luck, it can definitely get worse than uncomfortable. And that's when the awards ceremony began... They had all kinds of normal awards; most kids, biggest college degree, longest married, but could I get any of those? Ohhh no! Of course not! They just had to have the "sugar daddy award" for biggest age gap in a marriage.

People started shouting out numbers, while I frantically muttered to Dylon "Don't say anything! Don't say anything!". But he said something... We had to go up, accept our award and get our picture taken. All the while I can feel peoples judging eyes boring into me. I could have thrown up. I'm surprised I didn't actually. It was the definition of awful.

For those of you who don't know, or don't want to do the math, Dylon is nine years older than I am. After five years of being together I literally never think about it anymore, until things like this come up. So my question for the day IS, how do you feel about age gaps *in adults*? Is it really all the bad or uncommon? Remember I want your real life opinions on these questions. You're not going to hurt my feelings, so leave a comment and lets see what the consensus is. I'm excited to learn! :) I will talk *type* to you all tomorrow, and until then Happy Blogust!

P.S. I think ill do a song of the day since I added one to my last post. Fun fact *not* Friday I am IN LOVE with folk music! If you haven't listened to Gregory Alan Isakov yet, do it now! Its some amazing-ness!