It’s Birthday Season!

It’s a big birthday week in the family!

Today, July 29th, is my father-in-law’s birthday; we’re actually headed out to the farm to drink his beer and eat his cake when the husband’s bromance gets off work.  (He and husband were exceedingly close as teenagers, and bro is member of the family in all senses of the word, save biological.)  I have no idea how old father-in-law is — I think I know what year he was born, but I find it more polite not to ask.  =D

Father-in-law runs interesting military blog, if you’re into military blogs: Castle Argghhh!  They live on a farm by the same name, and he recently ordered his own flags, making it officially the coolest blog advertisement ever.  It’d probably help if they lived near public roads or people, but awesome nonetheless.

Happy Birthday, John!

Saturday, July 31st, my not-oldest older brother Jeff turns 25!  (25?  Yeah, 1985 is 25 this year.)  First off — great placement of the birthday, older brother, well planned~!  Downside, small towns are not conductive to on-the-town style celebrations, so do what you can!

Inflammatory Language to Make my Point

I try to remain upbeat, I do, but you know what?  I fucking hate the labels that we as parents have tagged ourselves with.

Yeah, you heard me, label-happy parents.  I seriously fucking hate it.  It’s mostly personal — being shy and awkward, I feel judged when I’m labelled.  And being, you know, an actual person (as opposed to a parenting robot) means that I do not fit inside rigid parenting boxes.  No one does.  Attachment parenting?  Fuck you.

Important note: I love parents who practice attachment parenting, because I agree with a decent amount of the dogma: we breastfeed, we co-slept, we wore our baby (briefly, before he preferred walking), and we were apparently practicing baby-led weaning sometimes.  As parents, I think it’s great.  I think we need to get over the urge to parade our parenting choices like fucking trophies.

My beef?

1. That there is a “thing” such as attachment parenting implies that parents who do it different are somehow not as attached.  I’ve yet to see evidence that the parents who are completely opposite of attachment parenting have children who are any less bonded or in love with them.

2. That there’s such a following for it — attachment parenting is so “in” at the moment because a lot of the facets of it are becoming more popular.  Cosleeping, breastfeeding, babywearing?  All have pretty big followings.  And it’s so easy

3. Internet judgment.  Fuck you, internet.

4.  My personal hangup is as simple as this: I feel like I relate best to the mom’s who say they practice attachment parenting.  When I fail to live up to some attachment-parenting thing, I feel like a total failure.  We stopped cosleeping, and tonight my son cried himself to sleep.  On top of feeling like the worst mother on the planet because my baby is upset, I now also feel like I just unearned some imaginary merit badge.

(Note; night two of the great cosleeping eviction has gone worse than the first.  Hooray.)

When Cosleeping Ends

With a heavy heart I separated our bedroom from my son’s today, and I suspect that I’m more emotional about it than he is.  It’s rough for me, though; I didn’t realize how much comfort I was getting from cosleeping.

I’m a little worried about being worn the fuck out — he still wakes to nurse sometimes, and I recall how rough it was back in the day when we stopped cosleeping the first time.

I’d say more, but I’m worn out tonight.  It was a good day, I just don’t seem to have any energy to speak of.  Happens, I guess.

In more optimistic mood, actually got some fiction written last night!  Hopefully I’ll get more done later this week — Andy’s up-coming schedule is more accommodating. =D

I Write Like

I learned about I Write Like from About Freelance Writing.  Who knows if it works or not, but it’s worth pasting fiction to find out! =D

I put in the piece of fanfiction I just completed, which is in a style I intend to use for the cyberpunk piece:

I write like
Chuck Palahniuk
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

 I put in the opening of the novel-thats-taking-a-break, possibly indefinitely:
I write like
Stephen King
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!