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So Mommies lets talk.</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 16:42:09 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/xqay" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>My Blog has been about me me me and the people around me which are my beautiful kids &amp;amp; sexy wife so I&amp;#39;m blogging for everything that gets on my nerves to everything that makes me tingle to my toes like sex...partners...husbands....girlfriends..WHA</itunes:subtitle><item><title>Enough Is Enough He Is Going To Get It!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/iS6g17aYG7s/enough-is-enough-he-is-going-to-get-it.html</link><category>sleep deprivation</category><category>sleep training for baby</category><category>baby sleeping</category><category>letting go</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 07:27:33 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-7099691462913747468</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXH21W7T3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dteMrMTRwA8/s1600-h/baby+crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292282433684889298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXH21W7T3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dteMrMTRwA8/s200/baby+crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know its been a while since I lasted posted but hell....I'm a busy woman lol.. Ok I know you all remember why I started posting in the first place because of my little one who is now 1 years old but at the time I started posting he was 9 months old and he has never slept more than 3 hours at a time. This is how this all started when he was born he was been breast feed and bottle feed in the hospital until my milk fully came in then he left the hospital and I came back due to complications, so he was at home with my wife Michelle being bottle feed because of all the med's I was on I couldn't give him pumped breast milk. But he was sleeping 4 &amp;amp; 5 hours which was good but as soon as I got home I stated breast feeding him every hour &amp;amp; 45 minutest no that's not what I wanted that's how he stated eating and instead of my dum ass stopping him I continued to due so because I thought breast feed babies eat that much for the first weeks but that created a need for me all the time so he relied on me to always comfort him down to sleep he never really learned how to fall asleep on his own because I was always there patting him down or rocking him or what ever. BUT KNOW THAT SHIT IS OVER... I'm taking off the gloves and I started letting him learn to put his self down at night and this is hard ladies I feel like I'm letting him down or abandoning him. My wife keeps saying that its time and we are the ones suffering which is true I have memory lost because of my sleep deprivation on a average of sleep I would only get 4hours in the whole time he has been born excluding my wife off days then I would sleep but no more than 5 hours because my body had adjusted to this sleep time and the worst part is the four hours wasn't always consecutive. But no more I have to do this because me and my wife had started arguing over every little thing in the world like if she sneezed I would say you are sneezing to dam loud &amp;amp; u are going to wake Dylan yes it got that serious because we were both tried from this baby not sleeping. But ladies I'm doing it because I'm exhausted with this shit I'm snapping at everyone because of my lack of ability to think, comprehend anything you name it I didn't know all this could happen with no sleep. So that little boy has some days ahead of him but a girl got to do what a girl got to do right? Besides I need me back...I need to get myself right to properly take care of everyone else. And he is very stubborn so I don't think this will go over easy at all, this kid is spoiled rotten so its all my fault and I'm going to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to you soon on him! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-7099691462913747468?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-17T10:27:33.544-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXH21W7T3tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dteMrMTRwA8/s72-c/baby+crying.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2009/01/enough-is-enough-he-is-going-to-get-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Do I Fit In Any More?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/8PlMGX1_CoY/do-i-fit-in-any-more.html</link><category>being left out</category><category>family events</category><category>family functions</category><category>feelings</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 20:04:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-7668000711099063960</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SV7ZjJLoTOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gyHJvKu0Vm4/s1600-h/sneetches.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286902210362887394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SV7ZjJLoTOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gyHJvKu0Vm4/s400/sneetches.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I realized that I'm no longer in the "Link" with my family, as I'm sitting at the restaurant table with some of my family members I realize that everyone is talking but me. Their talking about the last couple of nights when they went out to a couple of bars &amp;amp; what happened at the last couple of family get togethers and I'm sitting there with absolutely nothing to say but this dum ass look on my face. So at this point I'm starting to wonder at what point did they forget about me &amp;amp; my family, I know I don't go to bars anymore but it would be nice if they was just ask me sometimes. I feel like since I have had my boys my family just don't consider me in anything anymore and now I feel like the only place I need to be is with my kids &amp;amp; wife. See the thing is I really don't go to all the family functions anymore because its sometimes not worth the hassle, like I have to do a lot to get me and the boys out of the house not to mention all the stuff I have to bring to accommodate the little one who is walking and is terror on wheels he don't stop for nothing. So anyway I have to weigh the options of if its beneficial for us to go or just a hassle. You see my wife works crazy hours not no more than 40 but the start time is odd times of the day which makes it hard for her to join us all the time and just about everything my family plans is times &amp;amp; days she can't come so that means I have to take our children. Sometimes I feel like maybe I cause this myself by not attending the family functions or is my family just not sensitive or understanding to my family situation. They look at it as been just two boys but picture this..... Ok we wake up to get dress for the event my 5 year old will get dress like he suppose to but my 1 year old he hates clothes and shoes and etc. So he FIGHTS, that's all done now its gathering his diaper bag for all the things he needs and carrying that heavy ass bag around, then once we finally get there I unload the kids out of our big ass truck carrying everything including my kids because the little one still walks real slow &amp;amp; can't do steps yet. No one helps to unload the kids of course we get in the house and they have glass everywhere like glass tables, figuring's everything glass &amp;amp; us moms knows that's just stuff waiting for a new beginner to knock over and pull down then there's steps and as you can see where this is going its like a marathon for me &amp;amp; I didn't even say what the oldest do so as you can see that's why I don't show up to a lot of family gatherings. So do you think that my family is inconsiderate and leaving me out of things or am I ostracizing myself? I feel like it is directed towards my boys as well and don't get me wrong my boys are'nt bad kids my oldest listen to other people better than he listen to us so thats not it just in case you were wondering, When I was with my mom &amp;amp; sister I was feeling like I'm sitting at a table of people whom don't know me &amp;amp; I don't know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-7668000711099063960?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T23:04:57.203-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SV7ZjJLoTOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gyHJvKu0Vm4/s72-c/sneetches.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-fit-in-any-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Am I Hating or Jealous?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/n3A3sqO5KVo/am-i-hating-or-jealous.html</link><category>hard life</category><category>hating</category><category>jealousy</category><category>luck</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 07:46:41 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-4120735352369038480</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXnmGLaYVnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d262lNQrF48/s1600-h/323099997_a75a3b91.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515830767769202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXnmGLaYVnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d262lNQrF48/s200/323099997_a75a3b91.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel like my luck is so non in void that if I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. Why I don't know because I'm as sweet as pie, addictive as candy, and giving of my time as the clock on the wall. Yeah I'm not perfect and I have my set back issues like being a mean ass at times not often but hey we all have those's days. So I don't understand why people around me who are shity people, user, poser, and leeches around your neck get so much praise and glory and LUCK. Me and my wife have been down a long journey together it seems like more than 11 years this year because we have fought for everything we have, our life has ben a very bumpy road for sure. On an average day we sometimes look at each other and ask that question why???? Why is everything we do is done the hard way, don't get me wrong I would spend my life traveling on a bumping road with someone who is honest,giving, caring very loving than someone whom today I know &amp;amp; Tomorrow I thought I knew. Like for instance a family member of ours is always getting free shit or close to nothing for items.... big shit like cars, homes, money you name just being thrown at them and here their attitude is so messed up. I mean such an ass whole to people lazy and for some reason they have luck, me and my girlfriend have a beautiful home we live in a suburban condo community we drive nice trucks our kids have everything that they need and on the outside looking in we look like we have it all and have no trouble getting it. But that's far from it we have worked really hard for everything we have it wasn't easy by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like our home I had to do some extensive research and ass smooching with the rental company for this I have a close friend who just wake up one morning got a call from a friend of a friend who needed someone to rent his beautiful 1200 square foot condo who rent is nothing. She just woke up and had a place she didn't even have to go looking filling out this an that she really wasn't even ready to move yet. HATE IT! Ok what about are nice truck ok we have a high as car note even thou we live in a really upscale community but that old thing called credit score got us...but that's ok right. A very close family member has a bankruptcy on their credit and got a brand new car with a car note that make mine look like a house note that's not their fault I'm just saying. HATE IT! Ok our children our always nice an clean well mannered and people love their polite disposition and we keep them in the nice clothes... we know someone who kids are always dirty the lazy ass mother who is to dam busy getting high and eating herself away instead of taking care of her kids but people give her kids all kind of shit her kids are bad very disrespectful and she never tell people thank you she just act like someone else should take care of them and people do and they seem to think she is a good mother and you have to just feel sorry for her so lets help the kids they say. BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I may sound like a haten ass bitch but dam! This is my way of saying what I feel without hurting someone feelings or getting into a unnecessary brawl. I know someone out there is going to say I'm jealous or what ever but I also know someone who has this same shit going on around them. I shouldn't even call it luck I don't really know what to call this kind of thing but it is driving us crazy...I'm not tying to get an award for being a good mother wife or good person nor am doing it for some payback but when your doing your all and u look across the way an see people absolutely doing nothing for themselves or their environment and still seems to prosper it is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLASTING OFF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-4120735352369038480?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-23T10:46:41.432-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SXnmGLaYVnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d262lNQrF48/s72-c/323099997_a75a3b91.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-hating-or-jealous.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Am I still Sexy? Or have my kids sucked it all out of me:)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/UA89nGugBz0/am-i-still-sexy-or-have-my-kids-sucked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 20:07:23 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-554384294295498502</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SVsE8tHwbUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wQ6s1MnuuKw/s1600-h/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824028600200514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SVsE8tHwbUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wQ6s1MnuuKw/s320/g.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK now I'm just plain old tried.... I mean do our kids make us fat? Do they make us less attractive, less energetic, what about isolation from everyone else in the family? "You know the we didn't call you because we new you had the kids &amp;amp; no one to watch then spill"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me explain everyone knows who read my blog I have 2 little boys one who just celebrated his birthday today he is now 1 year old the other still 5 so anyway I always said that I wanted to be one of those sexy moms who always look like a left the salon not like the mothers I see waiting at the school door with pony tails in their hair sweat pants and flip flops on even in the fucking winter time (just add socks) that I just woke up out of bed look. Also please other moms don't get mad at me but the percentage of moms who are still skinny after 1 or 2 kids are 44% well actual studies shows a few things why but this is not really my topic but I will come back to this later. My beef here is my little boys adding so much to do or mommy stress or what ever they want to call on me is it making me less attractive? I started looking at myself and I hate what I see most of the time for instance when I look in my kids closet I see all new clothes nice stuff OK then I go look in my closet and I see absolute &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; I mean sometimes it takes me 3 hours to get dress to go somewhere and when I come out I'm not looking like it took 3 hours more like 30 minutes. And I never buy myself anything that's dinner or dancing material I mean I have resorted to blues jeans and cute t-shirts which was never me. I feel like I have lost myself into my little boys by the way the five year old is really working my nerves by being so smart at one point it was cute how intelligent he is but now he has something to say about everything no matter what. So I don't know why they say terrible 2 because I seen 2 3 and now 5's the only time he wasn't terrible was 1 &amp;amp; 4 lol, back to the topic I want to b sexy and now since child birth I have gained.......... nope I'm not telling but I have gain weight that I really cant just get ride of like the good old 22 year old days. Is it the way we love our kids so hard till we forget about old &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;numeral uno&lt;/span&gt; and can kids really cause weight gain from stress, the lack of effort to be sexy I really just don't know or is it just us, is it just me. My mom asked me if you had 2 girls do you think anything would have been different? How can I answer that... when I don't know if its just me who is eating a little more than I should or eating all the wrong things, or is it me stressing out over little issues of a five year old. Is it me, Is it me, Is it me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SVsICX8VbwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GranPLI2QqU/s1600-h/dylan+n+cyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be continued:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-554384294295498502?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T23:07:23.871-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SVsE8tHwbUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wQ6s1MnuuKw/s72-c/g.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-still-sexy-or-have-my-kids-sucked.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>How Far Would You GoTo Make Sure Its Right?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/J90b9UpCdnI/how-far-would-you-goto-make-sure-its.html</link><category>unhappy</category><category>relationship questions</category><category>women cheating</category><category>thinking of cheating</category><category>relationships</category><category>cheating</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:44:01 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-4337659021757937684</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SU2vGKr9FqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-EVHbeAp6Os/s1600-h/0018-0408-2705-0732_woman_with_a_questioning_worried_expression_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282070458458248866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SU2vGKr9FqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-EVHbeAp6Os/s320/0018-0408-2705-0732_woman_with_a_questioning_worried_expression_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the thing, I know each and every women out there have asked themselves am I with the right person, I know I have several times and its usually when she has mad me mad. So do that even makes the question valid? And just how far do we take that question how far do we go to answer that age old question? I'm in a relationship because I cant call it much more than that legally well I believe we are committed in the same way as married heterosexual couples but please...don't start writing me about the word marriage I'm certainly not trying to take anything from anyone or their constitution I just want my love to be equal. But that's not the topic today....today we are going in 11 years in being together and by far that's a long time to be with anyone but especially in a lesbian relationship because as women we are so hormonal about everything so imagine that doubled. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow! What a ride we have had since we met at 23 years of age well she was 22 going on 23 and totally the opposite of what I was use to dating, she was really slim OK kind of skinny for my taste...... I dated all women all races but sexually I was only with black women. She was my first Caucasian women that I sexual hooked up with. And I must say we went off like the 4Th of July fireworks with a Hugh bang******** we couldn't stand being apart we threw everyone away we put everything down to be with each other it was like some kind of magic. After 11 years almost your probably saying well I know its not like that now, of course not but I can honestly say I still cant wait for her off days to spend all my time with her and she still gets excited like the first time when I touch her:) But then there's those times when we just get on each other nerves and with the kids I feel things piling up on me. And that's when that question pops in mind... "Am I with the person I should be with"? There's a few friends of mines who sat down and gave me there reasons to the question but I still don't know how far other women are really welling to answer that question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just at what point is that question the meaning of everything when I say that I mean for instant my wife as I call her can really get under my skin there's time when I feel like the work I have to put in for this relationship is to much. But is that when you start to think of the things or reason or ways to answer that question.... like do you or do I believe that maybe some where else the grass is greener on the other side. And once you start to think that how far am I or you welling to go to see.... like do you start to look at other men/women with a different look a look of I'm available. Or how about when you should be on the Internet paying bills or what ever your kinda looking at chat rooms or profile websites... Just to see whats out there. So now that you've stuck your feet in the water do you now start to secretly call him/her secretly plan dates * meetings with each other. How far is to far for you!!!! Well if you want me to answer this question this is what I do when it pops into my head, I start to think about what would happen if she found out, if I hurt her like I have been hurt before you know where its so deep in your stomach your back bone kinda hurt... what about the effect on our children, family &amp;amp; friends. I start to way all the good with the ugly and I ask myself is it worth losing all that Ive worked for... and yes ladies you have to work on anything in life that's worth keeping. I look at her and say after I way everything in and say YES. If you listen to your mind it well always tell you the right thing first because truly in our hearts we know when its time to call it quits, some of us stick around a little to long but the signs are there. So don't be shy tell me how far is to far for you tell me when you believe its Really time to stop asking that question and start finding the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-4337659021757937684?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:44:01.846-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SU2vGKr9FqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-EVHbeAp6Os/s72-c/0018-0408-2705-0732_woman_with_a_questioning_worried_expression_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-far-would-you-goto-make-sure-its.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>How Did We Let Christmas Go This Far?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/6oCzXDWT4x0/how-did-we-let-christmas-go-this-far.html</link><category>debt</category><category>christmas</category><category>holidays</category><category>toys</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:44:35 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-5374684563151377230</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUxZLULogAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JEb5zik_LRs/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281694513929682946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUxZLULogAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JEb5zik_LRs/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want everyone to really think about this, why do the holidays bring so much dram? I'm really starting to not like the holidays, more so Christmas I have 2 small children so you know I cant just stop having Christmas because its truly for the kids anyway...but dam I swear for the last 5 years it seems like every time the November rare is ugly head here is Christmas to put the final stake in my heart. What happened to the good old days when Christmas was just Christmas, guess I know what my mom went through when I was kid on Christmas time and how I feel sorry for all the things she had to endure to make our Christmas wonderful. Let me start off by saying it seems like Christmas is more commercial than anything they flash all these really expensive toys on the TV at the times your children our watching TV and then there it goes mommy I want that please tell Santa to get me that I just have to have it. Well Christmas time seems to put a lot of parents including myself in debt...and I'm still trying to figure out how I let that happen for the past 5 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Christmas we run out to the stores fighting over parking and line space and of course those last hottest must have toys. We run are credit cards up to the max, we put off paying some of the bills thinking well I'll catch up later its Christmas right? Well after its all said and done the holidays have passed and all you have left with are over paid items, left over food, gifts you really don't need or want and lets not for get that must have toy that your child will soon forget because guess what? His/her birthday is coming up...lol. OK OK I don't want to sound like an old Grinch of Christmas but I think we put ourselves out there every year for more stress than we can endure, all I'm sayings is lets not do it again this year or next year lets buy what they need and the toys you can afford because lets not forget that no matter what a child heart is a pure as untouched snow if they really realize they didn't get something they wanted for Christmas don't they soon forget when they see all the other stuff they have. And as far as teenagers well they should know better, so not this year because its already over for me but next year I'm going to take my own advice and not do the commercial Christmas but the Christmas of celebration for life, sharing of the heart, and dine on the finest foods and kiss my babies goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-5374684563151377230?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:44:35.712-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUxZLULogAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JEb5zik_LRs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-did-we-let-christmas-go-this-far.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>When God Calls On His Angels (R we ready to let them go?)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/uIMahmvRZkc/nic.html</link><category>death</category><category>losing love ones</category><category>grandparents</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:45:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-4382489588775101568</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUhwTdQtaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PbmwC8igolA/s1600-h/hearts-afire.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280594042666445010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUhwTdQtaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PbmwC8igolA/s400/hearts-afire.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well mommies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry about the long time in my posts but a lot has happened that kept me from blogging for awhile...but I missed you:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....I really really what to update you on all the things that have happened to me over the month &amp;amp; 2 weeks...but I really can't type that fast so I'll try to tell you all the most interesting things that I think you girls want to know. First things first I want to say on a sad note today I lost my grandmother who in my heart was another mother instead of a grandparent. I always thought of her as so much more I my mother was a great mother &amp;amp; her mother was a wonderful mother so I know I'll do excellent by our children. I believe in my heart that my god gave me 2 moms, so my heart has some healing to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; really the reason why I started back blogging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I needed to get some things of my chest, heart, &amp;amp; mind. She was 81 &amp;amp; she lived a blessed life with many many people who loved her a great deal. I was so glad my kids got a chance to met her before she passed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I did wait late to have my kids me &amp;amp; my wife decided we wanted kids after we knew we wanted to be together for better of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;. My grandmother was a church woman for 60 years of her life she believed in the bible and in what her pastor preached about in his sermones about a man should be with a woman the whole god made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Eve to procreate and not 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;men nor&lt;/span&gt; 2 women. So when I had to tell her I was a lesbian 1 of my biggest fears was that she was going to disown me or turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from me &amp;amp; not except my life lesson on my wife. But she really never act any different from the day she found out from the day I was born and best of all she welcomed my girlfriend whom is now my wife and when we had our children she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; wait to spoil them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when I knew that no matter what the world said about my life my family was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it...actual they were happy to know that I was happy and loved greatly and it was like it never made a difference. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; whats make me so strong &amp;amp; take on the world is that my family is behind me 110% and when you have that you can say Fuck! everything else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thxs&lt;/span&gt; for letting me roll this of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;.....:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-4382489588775101568?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:45:00.402-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SUhwTdQtaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PbmwC8igolA/s72-c/hearts-afire.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/12/nic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Gay/Straight/Lesbian Who Really Cares?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/uPY_GRasdpA/gaystraightlesbian-who-really-cares.html</link><category>judgemental</category><category>bias</category><category>lesbian mothers</category><category>lesbian books</category><category>lesbian families</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:46:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-8103421643886438965</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQqE55SbFaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AKaVHmFz2Fs/s1600-h/0060-0505-1716-4604.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263165244701349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQqE55SbFaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AKaVHmFz2Fs/s400/0060-0505-1716-4604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I thought that I was doing something I liked, by discussing the things we mothers go through on a daily basis with our kids, and families...and we all go through similar issues, and I'm kind of disappointed by the fact that I was recently told by a comment that I didn't place on my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-0" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that "straight mothers don't want to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-1" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; with gay women because we have nothing in common" End Quote" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-2" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;Hmm, Mamma, Mammy, Mm, Momma, Mommy, Mummy" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....well I thought that was the most ignorant thing I have heard in a long time and believe me being a lesbian,black &amp;amp; in a interracial relationship with bi-racial kids I really thought I heard it all! I know my web page is about keeping it real and here I want people to say the things they cant say to anyone else here on my blog but I just wont tolerate ignorance. So I'm not giving her the satisfaction of putting her name on my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-3" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but what I will do is comment on this for anyone else who feels this way. First and foremost we are all women we bleed the same,we pay bills,we work, we live our lives just like any other human being living on this plant...so in that sense we do have things in common. And even if you fell like you can't call me a mother or mom because I'm gay then don't because that word only means more to me when my kids are saying it so you don't have to recognize me as anyone...even thou I think its really sad for another person to down grade someone for difference or things they don't know or understand. I wanted to create this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-4" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for all women straight &amp;amp; gay because no matter what our kids are still kids and we all no kids go through the same things that's how they got some much information on children to write so many books about them. So my kids don't fly up to the moon at night,or start house fires nor do they eat birds or drink bat blood.....no my children do all the same things your children do eat, sleep and breath. I was hoping that we as women could come together on things that really bother us at home and share our stories and give helpful tips to each other. So if you believe that I shouldn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-5" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or you don't want to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="spell" id="sp-6" title="Click here to replace with: &amp;#10;bog, log, belong, oblong, bogs, bogy, bong" href="about:blank#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; with me than don't because me and my family judge people on their character, we treat all people with respect and last but not least my family has an open heart to anyone who has an open mind and the respect to learn.:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my family with every fiber of my being, And we are great mothers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;save your judgemental &amp;amp; hurtful comments for people like you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-8103421643886438965?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:46:12.894-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQqE55SbFaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AKaVHmFz2Fs/s72-c/0060-0505-1716-4604.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaystraightlesbian-who-really-cares.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Can We Give A Little More? (Yes 2 Sex)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/Iw57C_mgv8E/hey-ladies-lets-go-there-lets-go-where.html</link><category>sex</category><category>romance</category><category>bonding</category><category>love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:19:31 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-8310896696027370691</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQJ1qjhzqcI/AAAAAAAAADs/G--JK6sBsi0/s1600-h/thumbnailCAVOQVUI.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260896688674154946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQJ1qjhzqcI/AAAAAAAAADs/G--JK6sBsi0/s320/thumbnailCAVOQVUI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ladies lets go there lets go where no man likes to go "The I have a headache tonight "Lets face I know once you get married and have kids time is a whole new thing in a bottle. Its hard to manage playtime with that other person in your life if you are one of those moms who takes it all on.......Like myself I take on my children full on without much help not because I like it that way but we're very selective in who we let baby-sit our children if the one or two people are unavailable we just don't do which is 90% of the time. And yes sex can play a big part in your romance or relationship to me its not right to say &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; lets face it when you become sexual with your partner it brings you closer every time, it makes you feel like its your moment to let stress out by releasing your built up energy. Well at least that's what it does to me. And if you really don't feel like it try to just see if he/she can get you into he mood because if its done right once you start you wont want to stop so take the time to let them get you there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a little love every now and then can carry your relationship a long way. Honestly, I'm not one of those no girls I love making my partner happy. I do have friends and I hear from other mothers how hard sex can be at a certain point, and yes women don't just get raved up because the wind blew....we need something to stimulate us put are cars in gear&gt; So I suggest telling your love one just what that special something is and don't be afraid to tell them because if you don't with men they just do what they need to get going and yes I've been there before they just grab and pull squeeze then its on. Not women thats why I love them so much lol....we like to do things to stimulate the mind first like soft kissing, dancing, rubbing, so tell him/her exactly what might get you there so your not making him feel like sex is no longer an option, its almost like a punishment if you always throw the kids in there face like " I'm to tried because of taking care of the kids etc. etc." Don't make the kids seem like thier punishment because you got me pregnant and now I have to take care of them so no more sex. Its not an punishment it should be a cherished event a way you can always express without words how much you love each other. So girls yes I'm always tried and I feel ran down at the end of the day but if I do all I can do for my children because I love them so much...why not for the person who provides my everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A suggestion for a night of passion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A bath in bed (get a small bucket or bowl fill it with hot water, bring a wash cloth, soap &amp;amp; put it next to the bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Get of course 1 candle lots of light not needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. lavender warm rubbing oil ( for a message)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A towel (to dry them off)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sexy seductive music (I suggest putting it on repeat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sexy outfit for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How this should play out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before he/she comes home slept into your sexy out fit, turn the music on make sure you have all your items at the bedside before they get there except the water it must be hot so it will relax them, because you don't want it getting cold before its time for the message, so when they walk in take there hand no talking start to direct them to the bedroom and peel off each piece of thier clothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lay them down on the bed still no talking go get your hot water bowl or bucket star from top washing him/her everywhere work your way to the bottom after they are all washed and cleaned dry him/her off while always moving slow and seductive take the warming lotion and rub them down while moving your body up and down there body till he/she is fully oiled, relaxed, &amp;amp; turned on then slowly blow out the candle. Now I have done this many of times and each and every time I have done this it puts my partner through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE FUN LADIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little tid-bits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;I'm sorry I could'nt find any links on gay families with kids and how our sex lives are managing, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess they think we dont exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;When I say he/she or him/her I do that for all my gay &amp;amp; lesbian readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;bringing the bath to them is much more fun &amp;amp; sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-8310896696027370691?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://www.nomarriage.com/articlesexless.html" length="0" type="text/html" /><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T00:19:31.601-04:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SQJ1qjhzqcI/AAAAAAAAADs/G--JK6sBsi0/s72-c/thumbnailCAVOQVUI.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><media:content url="http://www.nomarriage.com/articlesexless.html" type="text/html" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Hey ladies lets go there lets go where no man likes to go "The I have a headache tonight "Lets face I know once you get married and have kids time is a whole new thing in a bottle. Its hard to manage playtime with that other person in your life if you ar</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Hey ladies lets go there lets go where no man likes to go "The I have a headache tonight "Lets face I know once you get married and have kids time is a whole new thing in a bottle. Its hard to manage playtime with that other person in your life if you are one of those moms who takes it all on.......Like myself I take on my children full on without much help not because I like it that way but we're very selective in who we let baby-sit our children if the one or two people are unavailable we just don't do which is 90% of the time. And yes sex can play a big part in your romance or relationship to me its not right to say no lets face it when you become sexual with your partner it brings you closer every time, it makes you feel like its your moment to let stress out by releasing your built up energy. Well at least that's what it does to me. And if you really don't feel like it try to just see if he/she can get you into he mood because if its done right once you start you wont want to stop so take the time to let them get you there. Because a little love every now and then can carry your relationship a long way. Honestly, I'm not one of those no girls I love making my partner happy. I do have friends and I hear from other mothers how hard sex can be at a certain point, and yes women don't just get raved up because the wind blew....we need something to stimulate us put are cars in gear So I suggest telling your love one just what that special something is and don't be afraid to tell them because if you don't with men they just do what they need to get going and yes I've been there before they just grab and pull squeeze then its on. Not women thats why I love them so much lol....we like to do things to stimulate the mind first like soft kissing, dancing, rubbing, so tell him/her exactly what might get you there so your not making him feel like sex is no longer an option, its almost like a punishment if you always throw the kids in there face like " I'm to tried because of taking care of the kids etc. etc." Don't make the kids seem like thier punishment because you got me pregnant and now I have to take care of them so no more sex. Its not an punishment it should be a cherished event a way you can always express without words how much you love each other. So girls yes I'm always tried and I feel ran down at the end of the day but if I do all I can do for my children because I love them so much...why not for the person who provides my everything. A suggestion for a night of passion: 1. A bath in bed (get a small bucket or bowl fill it with hot water, bring a wash cloth, soap &amp;amp; put it next to the bed. 2. Get of course 1 candle lots of light not needed. 3. lavender warm rubbing oil ( for a message) 4. A towel (to dry them off) 5. Sexy seductive music (I suggest putting it on repeat) 6. Sexy outfit for yourself How this should play out: Before he/she comes home slept into your sexy out fit, turn the music on make sure you have all your items at the bedside before they get there except the water it must be hot so it will relax them, because you don't want it getting cold before its time for the message, so when they walk in take there hand no talking start to direct them to the bedroom and peel off each piece of thier clothing. Lay them down on the bed still no talking go get your hot water bowl or bucket star from top washing him/her everywhere work your way to the bottom after they are all washed and cleaned dry him/her off while always moving slow and seductive take the warming lotion and rub them down while moving your body up and down there body till he/she is fully oiled, relaxed, &amp;amp; turned on then slowly blow out the candle. Now I have done this many of times and each and every time I have done this it puts my partner through the roof. HAVE FUN LADIES little tid-bits:I'm sorry I could'nt find any links on gay families with kids and how our sex lives are managing, I guess they think we dont existWhen I say he/she or him/her </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>sex, romance, bonding, love</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-ladies-lets-go-there-lets-go-where.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>You Can't Turn This Around On Me, Or Can You?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/fTqxFVKt3Ys/you-cant-turn-this-around-on-me-or-can.html</link><category>your thoughts</category><category>blogging</category><category>keeping secrets</category><category>issues</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:25:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-5999975993873832527</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SP0cQMIN_YI/AAAAAAAAADk/j4AeZC1xNQc/s1600-h/PCH_024C.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259391004297788802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SP0cQMIN_YI/AAAAAAAAADk/j4AeZC1xNQc/s320/PCH_024C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are my blogger's at? I know your out there because I see you checking the blog by my visitors links. I know some of you are thinking why do I need to blog when I have a girlfriend, sister, or whatever but ladies lets be Real here... "don't forget the name of this blog is keeping it real with our issues". Do you remember the time when you got so upset over something that happened to you and your anger took over and made you tell that friend or whom ever what happened...... knowing you would have just kept this one to yourself but it just came out and later down the line that friend turned over and used that against you in a argument. That's why we blog! so don't be afraid no one cares here we're just here to vent to one another and simply get it off our chest. So with that said my blog today relates to this topic so here it goes enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.best-of-web.com/pages/080428-133826-499007.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The real reason why I blog is because I'm a very very very private person...yes I know well y do you blog if your so private right? Don't get me wrong I have been like this all my life because there are people in my family who loves to hold shit against to win at any cost. The Real here is in my own immediately family there is one person very close to me loves to find out shit on you and cant wait to rip you a new ass hole with this information. So when things go upside down in my house I don't tell people in my family because of the whole turn the shit around on you....the one time I thought I wanted to open up and give them the benefit of the doubt I came to this person with passion in my heart but anger on my mind about not getting enough sleep because as u know my 9 month old don't sleep&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SPTdyonQ1NI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZwQskfzKoSs/s1600-h/080114-162649.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SPLDl2wYRGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wfViBmoujvc/s1600-h/080114-162649.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SPTeK3GP3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/arA6aYu_G9c/s1600-h/080114-162649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257070943218425474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SPTeK3GP3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/arA6aYu_G9c/s320/080114-162649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was really letting it out Girlllllllll if you would have been there u would have swore I was poses. "Remember now because I don't share with anyone" so I began to say how things better change if I don't get sleep because my partner was sleeping more than me and I was pissed. Here I'm taking care of kids,managing money,being the bill payer, the credit fixer you name it I was going through all the roles. This person should have calmed me down let me get some sleep while they watched my kids and then when I woke up told me the right thing "like well she works late,you don't need for anything, she makes sure you and the kids come first with everything, she has giving you every car, home anything you've asked for she has worked hard to get it, so just relax and explain to her you guys need to make some time for you to take some naps. Well that would have been great if he/she would have left it like that but 3 days later I was sick and not feeling well and /heshe turned that shit around on me so fast my head was spending like Reagan from the "exorcist" he/she said well u are sick because she dot let you sleep you need to become first and she needs to know that ......I mean this went on and on and I'm thinking like dam did she not just take my 2 minute upset that did go away after a little nap.....they took that upset and turned it around like my life is so dam hard on me and my partner just do what she wants poor me somebody needs to help me. See that's why some times you don't need to share everything with the people who know you and love you because a lot of time them same people think that because they know you they have the right to set you straight. What's so funny is that my soon to be five year old said bring my brother in my bed and I'll keep him asleep and let mom (my partner) go to work and make money so I can keep buying Thomas (Thomas the Tank Engine) so now that's that. Right Mommy? lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tell you this no matter what my children and my partner is by far everything I try to accomplish in my life today, tomorrow, for now &amp;amp; yes for always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till next time:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-5999975993873832527?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T00:25:37.802-04:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SP0cQMIN_YI/AAAAAAAAADk/j4AeZC1xNQc/s72-c/PCH_024C.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-cant-turn-this-around-on-me-or-can.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Can We Really Keep it Together?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/Kp_PJiTAiXQ/can-we-really-keep-it-together.html</link><category>keeping cool</category><category>upset</category><category>money issues</category><category>anger</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:27:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-7569594511314256534</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to wonder where have the good days gone, don't get me wrong I'm happy to be alive &amp;amp; well and of course I'm happy that my kids &amp;amp; partner &amp;amp; family is to. But it just seems as if you take a step up to get kicked back down, I'm sorry to be leaving the blog topic of mommy issues which relates to our kids &amp;amp; others but ladies money &amp;amp; kids, husband all this stuff makes Real Mommy Issues. So let me piece it all together for you so here is my "Keeping It Real" Today I fell so far out of my box I had to go see my doctor.....Yes I Did! Have you ever been so dam mad that you just wanted to curse out the first person you could lay your hands. But that would be your kids &amp;amp; you know you cant do that, so you pick a fight with your husband or whom ever you share your home with. And that clearly makes you feel like a bigger ass when that person don't give in to your drama. Well for me I had tried to walk it off, extra cleaning you name it so I called my good old doctor to make sure that I'm not going crazy. Look sometimes things can really put you in a place where you have to ask an outsider am I going crazy? No...... how I got here is because my partner did some very careless makes in our financial situation that cost us a real BIG penny I was beyond mad. With the stock market crashing on a consistent basis it really scares me. It makes me think of all the what if's no matter if your a (SAHM) or a working mom you are still the tread that's has to hold everything together and lets face it...... that's tuff. So when she made that big financial mistake I immediately went into recovery mode, which made me carry on the way I did. Yes it was a mistake ( a careless one) but we all do make them. So that's that &amp;amp; if your wondering if my 9 month old is sleeping yet...Hell Nah!!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise my next blog won't be so crazy &amp;amp; off but that's what's this blog is for a place to vent,complain, bitch what ever u want to call it. Someone is listening I always say don't do it at home or to your friends &amp;amp; family all the time because you'll become that number on the caller ID that they will soon refuse to answer lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My doctor suggested these 5 technices click on the title to bring up the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;link to try them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAHM= Stay At Home Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-7569594511314256534?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T00:27:35.052-04:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.randallresourcesint.com/files/2008_AUG_RRI_article_Conflict_Mgmt.pdf" length="91671" type="application/pdf" /><media:content url="http://www.randallresourcesint.com/files/2008_AUG_RRI_article_Conflict_Mgmt.pdf" fileSize="91671" type="application/pdf" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>I'm starting to wonder where have the good days gone, don't get me wrong I'm happy to be alive &amp;amp; well and of course I'm happy that my kids &amp;amp; partner &amp;amp; family is to. But it just seems as if you take a step up to get kicked back down, I'm sorry </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>I'm starting to wonder where have the good days gone, don't get me wrong I'm happy to be alive &amp;amp; well and of course I'm happy that my kids &amp;amp; partner &amp;amp; family is to. But it just seems as if you take a step up to get kicked back down, I'm sorry to be leaving the blog topic of mommy issues which relates to our kids &amp;amp; others but ladies money &amp;amp; kids, husband all this stuff makes Real Mommy Issues. So let me piece it all together for you so here is my "Keeping It Real" Today I fell so far out of my box I had to go see my doctor.....Yes I Did! Have you ever been so dam mad that you just wanted to curse out the first person you could lay your hands. But that would be your kids &amp;amp; you know you cant do that, so you pick a fight with your husband or whom ever you share your home with. And that clearly makes you feel like a bigger ass when that person don't give in to your drama. Well for me I had tried to walk it off, extra cleaning you name it so I called my good old doctor to make sure that I'm not going crazy. Look sometimes things can really put you in a place where you have to ask an outsider am I going crazy? No...... how I got here is because my partner did some very careless makes in our financial situation that cost us a real BIG penny I was beyond mad. With the stock market crashing on a consistent basis it really scares me. It makes me think of all the what if's no matter if your a (SAHM) or a working mom you are still the tread that's has to hold everything together and lets face it...... that's tuff. So when she made that big financial mistake I immediately went into recovery mode, which made me carry on the way I did. Yes it was a mistake ( a careless one) but we all do make them. So that's that &amp;amp; if your wondering if my 9 month old is sleeping yet...Hell Nah!!:( I promise my next blog won't be so crazy &amp;amp; off but that's what's this blog is for a place to vent,complain, bitch what ever u want to call it. Someone is listening I always say don't do it at home or to your friends &amp;amp; family all the time because you'll become that number on the caller ID that they will soon refuse to answer lol. My doctor suggested these 5 technices click on the title to bring up thelink to try them. SAHM= Stay At Home Mom </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>keeping cool, upset, money issues, anger</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-we-really-keep-it-together.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What R You really feeling</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xqAy/~3/4jNitxq3CeY/what-r-you-really-feeling.html</link><category>kids</category><category>depression</category><category>mom not sleeping</category><category>lonely</category><category>baby sleeping</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mommy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:30:16 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586872270155534586.post-3868436245140673880</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SObW-HhijrI/AAAAAAAAABY/LSxClsPKHrA/s1600-h/cyle+%26+dill+pickel+lookin+cute+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122378034220722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SObW-HhijrI/AAAAAAAAABY/LSxClsPKHrA/s200/cyle+%26+dill+pickel+lookin+cute+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey my name is Chris or Chrissie and I just thought what if there are other stay at home parents like me who has some of the same issues that I have. You know the kinda of things you don't want to share with your mother,friend,sister basically someone whom you think or know will judge you or how about ostracize you and make you seems as if your a bad parent. Well in my life I have a really great partner but I just cant share some of my feelings about our kids with her because these are my thoughts and thoughts only. Lets start by me saying ...yes I'm a at home mom we chose it this way because we want to share every minute of our children growing up and we just thought one of the parents should remain in the home at all times. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that at home moms are the best way, whatever your situation is and how it works for you is your business. But for my own personal experience I think if you can stay home and its affordable then do so. but as we know it can be a little lonely. I find myself feeling old, ugly, like in this in and out of depression kind of state. Well some people will say "get a job" but that's not the answer or the reason we as moms feel a little like all we are good for are to take care of the kids. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; tonight my nine month old hasn't slept more than 4 hours in one day...and yes we have done it all, can you even imagine this crazy stuff. I am exhausted because of his not sleeping I will not be having anymore kids. This is very hard on Me and my partner but were are very dedicated to our children and hanging in there for the fight but my body acne's from the stress of it all.... please let me here some of your stories. And yes there is more of mines to follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586872270155534586-3868436245140673880?l=realmommyissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T00:30:16.213-04:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Emykt7Kjg7g/SObW-HhijrI/AAAAAAAAABY/LSxClsPKHrA/s72-c/cyle+%26+dill+pickel+lookin+cute+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://realmommyissues.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-r-you-really-feeling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

