10 Things I didn’t know I could HATE until after becoming a parent

Parenting isn’t easy and it can get VERY messy . Who knew you could learn to hate even the most ordinary items? Here are my TOP 10 hated items list. Can you relate to any? If so, comment below and share your own hated items.










1.) Play dough-aka the never ending colorful clumps from Hell.  I used to think play dough was pretty neat. You could sculpt dinosaurs or if you lack the artistic abilities (like me) at least make basics shapes like circles or squares. Fun and relaxing, right? Well, it’s great until it dries up into dagger-like pieces that pierce your skin and are close to impossible to wipe away.  New play dough is always on the shopping list. You can find it in the evil supplies aisle at your local store.







2.) Bubbles-which are located along the same pathway to Hell as the item above. Bubbles are magical unless you’re walking somewhere with your toddler and they want some too. Having them at home isn’t much better. You may think they’re a great way to keep the kids entertained and I suppose they are but in the process they transform the floor into a skating ring and possible crime scene. Use with caution.







3.) Balloons-aka magnet for all the dust and stray hairs on the floor. Every store has them, so good luck trying to avoid them. They’re usually pretty cheap and if you manage to make it home without the balloon flying away-get ready to see all the dirt, you didn’t realize you had, on that balloon which your kid will be undoubtedly be hugging. Lots of fun! Oh, and if you have pets (like I do and which will be mentioned in my next point) have fun ensuring that the balloon lives long enough to pick up every stray hair,which come to think about it, is GREAT (minus the crying baby).







4.) My dog-OK maybe I don’t HATE him. But, I want to sucker-punch him when he wakes the baby up or breaks one of her toys causing me to scour the night away looking for a replacement. Before you call ASPCA on me, hold your horses! I said want to-which means I don’t actually do it-ever! I love him, even if he annoys the heck out of me at times. What’s worse than spending an hour or more getting your kid to sleep? You guessed it! Having your dog bark and dealing with a cranky and very sleepy baby. Grrrrrr







5.) Annoying Kid Apps-If only I could go back to the time when my daughter didn’t know about the Hello Kitty paint your nails app or the Caillou Doctor Check-up. But alas, it is too late and now God forbid I miss a spot on Hello Kitty’s nail. Who knew Hell was so digital?







6.) You-tube Ads-Your child screaming for 30 seconds feels like 30 minutes so with that stated, WHY do videos take so long to load but long  commercials that you can’t skip through buffer almost instantly? And, to add insult to injury, the ad finishes playing and your video still is buffering.







7.) Books with no plot or purpose-Just because they’re little doesn’t mean they won’t notice or care if you’re talking about one character and then jump to something completely unrelated and pointless. Given, a lot of children books rhyme and don’t have an in-depth plot BUT some books should have a warning on them-that’s all I’m saying.







8.) Puzzle Pieces-Isn’t it great when you finally complete a puzzle? Such a great sense of satisfaction, unless you’re missing a piece and let’s be honest here-most times-you’re missing a piece. It’s kind of like going to your classes, taking all your tests and  then being told, “Diploma?! No way, but hopefully you enjoyed the process!”






9.) You-tube shows- So apparently, the latest trend are a string of videos that feature people (which unusually high-pitched voices) opening up surprise toys that have hundreds and hundreds of potential figures and collections. Most times I pray the video will suffice and I can distract her into not actually wanting one.







10.)Time-This encompasses everything from How long it takes the f@&*&^*water to boil to  also the inevitable passing of time that has already changed my baby into a toddler and soon into a child and soon after into a teenager and finally into an adult. The same Time that will cause me to one day look through old photographs of my screaming toddler and say, “I remember that and oh, how I miss it!”




Hope you enjoyed the list. Please comment below and let me know if any of your own hated items appeared on the list. If not, be sure to share your own below!



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Grief, an all too familiar visitor

 “Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”

― Vicki Harrison


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There are moments when you need to cry.

“We need to cry like we need to wash a dish or wipe down a dirty wall. Tears serve as the cleaning agent to our soul. When we cry we wipe away the dirt that has tainted our vision. It releases the negative energy that has been bottled up inside. But it also leaves us vulnerable. It allows others to see what we desperately attempt to hide behind our eyes. The demons inside become exposed. “


How do you keep moving on when you lack the energy or drive to do so? When a terrible tragedy comes barging your way, it can make you feel as if you’re not in your body. You are standing out, looking in and what people see before them is a hollow shell that blinks and breathes but has ceased to register. With the pain, comes a sense of emptiness-a numbness.


For a mother, who has just experienced her young son get shot for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, she must keep moving on for him. She is the trunk of the tree-the solid foundation to a family of FIVE.  They need her strength to not fall completely apart. She simply does not have the time to stop and register her own feelings. Like a pile of papers, they are thrown to the side for processing later. Everyone else’s needs are paramount. So how does this mother keep moving forward, as she faces the possibility that her young son may never walk again? She moves forward because she MUST. Because, even if living causes her agonizing pain, her son NEEDS her. And she is not the owner of her life, her children are. The moment each one was born, she signed her life away to them. Her happiness, her wants and her needs no longer take top priority.


How about the sister that receives news of her sister’s body in a pool of blood on the street in another country? The uncertainty of it all, the comforting of the mom, the calls that need to be made and confirmation that it is indeed true. Her time to cry, is as she holds her sister’s last photograph in her hand in the quiet darkness of her room. She must stay strong for her mother and her nieces. And, as she travels to a far away land for the burial, she desires to visit the place where her sister stopped living. She wishes to look for those who committed the crime to their face. She does not. SHE CANNOT. Like the mother, she is also obligated to her loved ones. She must portray an image of strength and keep moving on. There’s a bar next to the funeral home and with each drink, more tears descend.  It is then, she feels the tremendous pain within her. As she stands by her sister’s casket and looks at a person whose years on the street has changed her physical appearance so much, that for a moment, she wonders if this is really her. She glances at the door every now and then imagining, and hoping her “real” sister come walking in to say she is fine, she is well, she is …ALIVE.


For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

-D.H. Lawrence


Strength is a lovely word and a trait we all wish to have, but may not realize we have, until we truly need it. When we have no choice but to LIVE and PUSH-ON day by day, hour by hour, minutes to seconds. When you have to remember to breathe, even if you don’t want to-WE FIGHT.  Fight, until we can’t anymore and then continue moving on. Once the task is accomplished, we will undoubtedly look back and marvel at ourselves.  For now, we are our own heroes. We accomplished the seemingly impossible and lived to tell about it.


There is an undeniable beauty within the pain. Amidst the chaos, it propels you forward. It reminds you of the non-permanency of everything and in doing so, allows you to appreciate the little things.


Life comes at us from all directions.  Issues are like piles of paper. Some you file right away. Some, you place aside and some get placed on top of endless other piles of paper to be filed later. But then, later never comes.


Perhaps the secret to overcoming grief and trying to avoid it- is not waiting for later and appreciating where you are NOW. Let the ones you love, know it. Be proud of yourself and where you are, right now. You have fought many battles but yet, here you are.


Marvel at your strength.


We are not all born at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later… Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.

-Mary Austin


You never know what’s coming for you.* Appreciate your life so that when the sad times come-you can at least remember the good times.






*Quote by Eric Roth from the movie, “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.”






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Dream Interpretations: Where did your dreams take you last night?



Where were you last night? I’m not asking about where your body was physically-my question is more directed at where your thoughts went once you closed your eyes. You ever notice that we visit the same place frequently, despite the years and time since we last went there?


Why is that? Who knows and honestly I’m not sure that will ever be a question that can be fully answered. Sleep and dreams are still part of the unknown realm. Go to one of those supernatural stores and you can read about the meaning attached to anything you dream about. You dreamt of a ladybug; you’re coming into money -lotto, here we come! On the other hand, you dream about a red coat-don’t make travel plans (just kidding).

Where do you visit when you dream? Is it always the same or is it varied? For me, it’s usually the same. I’m back at my grandmother’s house, where I basically lived the first 13 years of my life. It makes sense, sort of. I grew up there. I may not consciously remember as much but somehow my subconscious retains exact details, like my grandmother’s floral vase on the side table. OR maybe, these details are part of “filling in.” In other words, my brain magically re-creates and then paints what it believes to be an accurate representation of the setting. (Sort of like that blind spot we all have which our brain decides to color in so we don’t go around with a hole in our vision)

And come to think of it, I don’t think she ever had a floral vase. Or, a side table.

Truth be told, I’m usually not inspecting everything in my dream. Usually, the dream is full of action and the setting is more of an afterthought.  Perhaps, the bigger question here, is why we dream and if our dreams correlate with our waking life?

According to science, everyone dreams at night. Whether or not we can remember our dreams is another matter all together.

I started this post believing that everyone had recurring dreams-turns out I was mistaken.

As I was writing about this topic-I stopped and asked people about the place they visit time and time again in their dreams. I started getting that funny face stare (You know, like the one you get when you make a funny joke and no one laughs). So, that’s when I decided to ask around more and now I can safely say NOT everyone has recurring dreams, but some of us do.

Why is that?

I’d love to hear your feedback.

Do you have recurring dreams? If so, what are they about?





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Lifeless, circa 1997

Why are you not here standing beside me?

Why are you lying there cold and lifeless?
Eyes closed and mouth grim.
To whom shall I talk to now?
Who will make me laugh, like you?
Who will comfort me when I’m hurt?
Who will be my best friend now?
No one.

Absolutely no one.

It’s cold now.
Funny, I never noticed how cold it could be.
I never noticed the savage way birds pick at their food,
or how depressing a winter day could be.
Could it be that I no longer
have the same optimistic point of view we once shared?
Or could it be I no longer care?


published by the International Library of Poetry (ILP), 1997


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