Hey Guys...Haven't been posting much this week because The Hipster Mom is moving to the actual domain www.thehipstermom.com and Network Solutions is being Bitchy and not getting the site up. I'm also switching over to Wordpress...we're talking mini overhaul here. My point is, bare with me here until we're up and running on the domain, Im hoarding posts right now. Hopefully you will all see the facelift early this coming week.
P.S Hipster Dad and Hipster Fritz are out of town. Got the house to myself. I slept in until 10:00 AM TODAY!!!!!
Honestly, you cannot fuck with Fritz's style. He's a totally bad ass toddler that looks like he's about to throw down some cray-zay windmill move and hit your black book with the freshest styles know to man. Yup, thats MY baybbbbaby! Custom Jacket by Macceo Eagle. For more artistic radness go to Ways & Means.
So, I haven't posted in a few days. I actually been kinda in the dumps/stressed/self loathing for the past few days. I don't know what got into me but I hit a wall and just slowly slid down it like a slug for this last week. But, last night I think I finally got my head above water and crawled out of the bummer pool.
This morning I woke up happy and so did Fritz. What I noticed was, when I was kinda bumming this past week, is that your mood rubs off on your kid. When I was at my gloomiest on Tuesday Fritz was at his worst...screaming, tearing up the house and whining about everything. It was awful, for all of us. And this can work vice versa as we all know, super cranky kid=super cranky parent.
This is just life. But what I realize is, when you hit the wall work on the solution sooner not later. How can you change the things that are bugging you and continue to kick ass in life? Answer your own questions or have your man or friends help. Make a list of what's on your mind and workshop that shit. Feeling lonely at home? No one comes to hang anymore? Have a dinner party! Feeling in a rut? Plan a Vacation! Even if its 6 months down the road...It will come sooner than you think. And so on...But mostly...Don't bottle up, it's bad for your skin!
So, I saw that this other cool mommy blogger added me to her blog roll. Blogger etiquette says if you like what you see add them to yours. Check. So here we are, tonight, a few weeks after the add and I'm moseying around my page and decide to check out what she's up to. So, not only do I come to find she's keeping up a cute blog but her HUSBAND has a frigging cool daddy blog! Um, Hi, Vaughn's Mama, your hubby is kinda the shit. Not that mine isn't but he pretty much worships you and says it in writing! You guys are redic cute! Congrats to the 3 of you...your one cute Hipster Fam...I don't care if you don't like that word...cause you are! BTW coming soon, "What exactly is the definition of a "Hipster" mom?" All this and more on the next episode of Soap...I mean The Hipster Mom.
This actually would have helped me tremendously before I was a mom but I wasn't that resourceful then. This is easy and will save you a bunch of time guessing whether or not your going to poison your kid, your family and yourself.
Tip: Keep a Sharpie handy in the kitch (On a window sill or even tied to a magnet on the fridge) and always mark the things you open with the date. Duh! It's not rocket science but just trying to make each day a little easier and run just a little more smoothly. Let's call it cutting down on the chaos. Think smarter, not harder people!
There are things you want your kid to inherit like your ability to draw or your keen business sense. Then there are the things you are down right nervous about him inheriting like your indulgence of 2, sometimes plus, drinks a day, your ridiculous cookie habit, shopping addiction or even your more pharmacological escapades on a nighttime rager. I witnessed something tonight that gave me a little twinge that maybe, possibly Fritz has inherited my somewhat addictive behavior or I could be paranoid ? Let me tell you what happened...There is a tub of lollipops in the cupboard, organic of course, but lollies all the same. Essentially, baby crack. I have a feeling the nanny may have let him have one maybe two today because about a half hour after I got home he was hanging off the kitchen counter grabbing for the cupboard like a crack fieeeeend.
Sometimes this world breaks my heart in two. Not in a bad way though. More like a heartache at how frightening the world can be and how precious what we have actually is. Sometimes, when I am alone, I reflect on my son, my husband, family and life in general and it will make me so immensely happy I will want to cry. But other times, I get so immensely scared I want to cry. I think the reason is, is that when you have a child to care for, a husband to hold on to for the rest of your life and a family to love and maintain you have everything to lose and you can't help but have this flash in front of your eyes now and then.