Hello all! I am a stay at home mom with an autistic toddler. I love plants, animals and being a momma. On top of writing about my experiences!
5 Ways to Survive Quarantine with a Toddler
We all know it's a hard time right now. Being stuck at home most of the time, not knowing what is going to happen or when it's going to end. It can be especially hard when you have young kids. Not only do they not understand what is going on, but they are restless and cranky (aren't we all though?) So, as a mom of a 3 year old, here are 5 ways I've made it through quarantine with a toddler:
10 Qualities I Require in A Partner
What do I want in a partner? That's really a hard question that I struggle to answer. Honestly, I'm starting to think this is why all older people tell you to not get married until you're in your 30's, because you're still learning what you need and require in a partner. I'm assuming this based on the fact that I'm constantly figuring out and changing my opinion on what I require.
Sister of a Drug addict
At 13 years old I sat in a park with my sister, 14, and a group of her friends. No we weren't on the swings or sliding down slides, we weren't anywhere near any of that. We were sitting at the edge of a field, between a few trees. I didn't know anyone except my sister. Most of them were much older, 18 and up. All of them were drug addicts. I will never forget one in particular. He was shaking, sweating and barely making sense. I looked at him and in horror thinking what the hell is wrong with this guy? My sister saw the look on my face and said "He's coming off heroin". Then the guy looked at me, and his (I assume) girlfriend, as she helped him sit down and handed him a bottle of water and he said it had been 24 hours since he last took a hit and this is what happens when you're coming off heroin. My sister looked at me and said "Don't ever do drugs".
All I Ever Wanted Was You
All I ever wanted was you. I was 14 when we met. Still a kid, just learning who I was and what I wanted out of life. You, 15, going through your own things. Dealing with family, friends, also figuring out who you are. You made me laugh, every single day in science class. You had so much energy, you were so kind and funny. But I was into the whole “bad boy,” “must fix him” thing and even though I knew I loved you, I tried not too. I knew you loved me. I mean, you told me. Trust me, I didn’t want to break your heart. You meant more to me than anyone else that we knew. But I tried not to show it. I wanted you to want me, I wanted to seem cool and like I was “out of reach.” Fast forward and that bit me in the ass. I hurt you and you moved on. You fell for someone else. Someone who wasn’t good for you at all. She hurt you, she made you someone you weren’t, she broke you. Despite this we stayed best friends. Secretly in love. Others saw it, we both denied it. We lied to everyone and ourselves. You were the one person I never wanted to leave my life and I did my best to ensure you wouldn’t. I became friends with your girlfriend and tried so hard to make sure you wanted to be my friend. You will never know how hard I tried to keep you around me. Everyday you were the first person I looked for at school and the last person I wanted to leave each day. But I knew there was a distance between us because I had hurt you. Plus the girlfriend. I wanted you to be happy and if that meant you had to be with her well so be it. But I wanted to make sure I was there too. You could have her but you had to still deal with me. Even if I was second place in your life. It was better than not being in any place at all. I loved you. I searched for you. I dated other friends thinking that, maybe, just maybe they could fill the void I was looking for in you. None of them worked out. They weren’t you, they couldn’t even start to replace what I was missing from not having you.
It Takes a Village
As a mom there is a lot that you need to worry about. What your kids are eating, how they are learning, if they are growing fast enough etc. etc. Being a mom today, in the electronic age we are in, might be the hardest of all times to be a mom. Okay, it can be argued that it was harder before modern healthcare, but with all the judgement going on around us constantly, I think I have a pretty good argument.
Valentine's Day Surprise
I come home, open my front door to find rose peddles laid on the ground in a path to my bedroom. From the bedroom, I can hear Marvin Gaye on the record player. I take a step in and through the darkness I can see the flickering of candles. I smile and my heart fills with warmth. My husband is fantastic, making this romantic night for me.
I Don't Even Know Her Name
I walk into my favourite alternative clothing store and there she is. Standing behind the cash register is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She's not beautiful in the typical princess way, but like an alternative rockstar kind of way. She's got hot pink hair that is straightened and shoulder length, amazing smokey eye makeup that makes her blue eyes pop. She's wearing a tight crop top that shows off her perky breasts, with black high waisted jeans that caress her every curve.
To the Love of My Life
To the love of my life, You don’t know how I love you. The way I can see the love that’s meant to be in your eyes. The way your touch sends a shock right through me. Our love is electric and it ensures me everyday that this is meant to be. From the first time we kissed, I knew you were the one. I knew you were my soulmate from the moment we met. My best friend and lover. I want to be with you everyday. I want you to be the one I fight with, grocery shop with, make love to and grow old with. I want to sit together in 50 years, looking back at our life knowing we did it together. That we were happy and always loved one another. I want everyday to be with you. For every good and bad memory for you to be beside me. To support you and lean on you. To mother your children and kick your ass when you need it. To be the one to believe in you and your dreams. I want to be the one who you turn to when you’re sad, or happy, or mad. I want to be your rock and your comfort. I want to make sure you always know you’re loved and know you will never be alone.
Sex and the ... Baby?
So, of course, if you have a child you are someone who is or has been sexually active, unless you're the main character in a soap opera. However, let's assume you are not. This also means that there is a good chance you like sex, may I even dare to say you love it? Well, I do. I love it. The only time in my life I did not like sex was when I was pregnant. But now that I am not and my hormones have more or less sorted themselves out, it is definitely one of the top things on my mind. Except there seems to be this problem with getting to have sex. It is a one-year-old, 25 pound human who wont leave us alone long enough to do anything.