Who Am I?
I Am A Mom. A Wife. A Sister. A Daughter, A Friend, A Work In Progress.
I won't go way back, but perhaps some posts will reflect on the past. The titles I respond to the most these days are listed above. I have a beautiful daughter a wonderful husband, yadada. But lately perhaps I have lost who I am, or maybe I never knew.
I am a stay at home mom, and I love it. It isn't as common here in Canada, since we are very luky to get 1 year partial paid maternity leave (as long as you have worked the designated number of hours and have been contributing to your taxes) and many jobs will even "top" you up so you get the majority of your pay during that period. There is the debate of what you get paid and what day care costs here these days, and that was certainly a factor, but living off of one salary is damn hard so many do chose to go back even if in the end they are only actually bringing home a faction of what they used to. I actually knew this was something I wanted to do for several years now and thankfully my husband was supportive. When I became pregnant we had talked about moving cities eventually, where we lived was just too expensive. The job I had, was an okay job and I was licky to have it, but it was a bit of a "nothing job" with no rook to grow, So here I am, home with my gal. It is hard to say if we are happier here-my husband didn't like his job, well he liked his job, as in what he did and some of the people, but not the company itself I guess. He thought he was ready for a real change, but he hasn't really found a good middle ground yet, a job that is hands on, but still stable and will carry him on to the future. I think we are both trying to be happy, since we can't really complain too much since there is so much crap going on in the world.
Something that made me want to start blogging for the public was something that happened to be as I was heading home from a counseling session (more on that perhaps another day). It had been a long day, my bus ride was longer then it needed to be to get there and it felt rushed, which was no ones fault but my own. So the session was over and I was making my way to the bus when a stranger said to me:
"Honey, God gave you one set of goods, gotta take care of them sweetie."
There is a bit of context: As stated I am a stay at home mom, so I don't always put as much work into how I look as I used to. On this day apparently I had some skin showing between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my pants. I am not thin, okay I am overweight. Some days things just don't fit right. I am not a slob, it was the end of the day, I probably had food thrown on me at some point. Point is, I didn't need this stranger telling me to pull my shirt down and then telling me I need to take better care of myself.
This bugged me on a few points: first, her statement itself. Did God, or whomever you believe in, only give us one set of goods? I don't think so. Our body is made to take different shapes depending on the stage of life we are in, the month we are having, what type of food perhaps we can afford to eat that month. Not to mention our internal organs are often put through hell and back and often bounce right back. I don't think we are given just one set of "goods" in life. I try to eat well (I am an emotional eater, and it has been an emotional few months or years) but my fridge is filled with fruits and veggies, i don't drink much beyond coffee and water, I chase my kid around all day, and I used to walk or bike everywhere. I am not perfect, but I wouldn't say I have let myself go or given up.
The second thing-this stranger has no idea who I am, where I am coming from or where I am going. I just spent the better part of an hour crying with a "stranger" because I don't feel comfortable doing it with anyone else. I had been up since 6am. I had bused over an hour, and was about to do it again. I knew my day was not over when I got home. My dad died a month before. I have a lot going on, I don't need your input Mrs. Stranger.
So I don't really know what this blog will be about, but it will likely be scarcastic, maybe witty, maybe depressing, but perhaps it will help both me and you figure some things out.
My name is Melissa McCarthy, but I am not THAT Melissa McCarthy, though I would be proud to be.
I won't go way back, but perhaps some posts will reflect on the past. The titles I respond to the most these days are listed above. I have a beautiful daughter a wonderful husband, yadada. But lately perhaps I have lost who I am, or maybe I never knew.
I am a stay at home mom, and I love it. It isn't as common here in Canada, since we are very luky to get 1 year partial paid maternity leave (as long as you have worked the designated number of hours and have been contributing to your taxes) and many jobs will even "top" you up so you get the majority of your pay during that period. There is the debate of what you get paid and what day care costs here these days, and that was certainly a factor, but living off of one salary is damn hard so many do chose to go back even if in the end they are only actually bringing home a faction of what they used to. I actually knew this was something I wanted to do for several years now and thankfully my husband was supportive. When I became pregnant we had talked about moving cities eventually, where we lived was just too expensive. The job I had, was an okay job and I was licky to have it, but it was a bit of a "nothing job" with no rook to grow, So here I am, home with my gal. It is hard to say if we are happier here-my husband didn't like his job, well he liked his job, as in what he did and some of the people, but not the company itself I guess. He thought he was ready for a real change, but he hasn't really found a good middle ground yet, a job that is hands on, but still stable and will carry him on to the future. I think we are both trying to be happy, since we can't really complain too much since there is so much crap going on in the world.
Something that made me want to start blogging for the public was something that happened to be as I was heading home from a counseling session (more on that perhaps another day). It had been a long day, my bus ride was longer then it needed to be to get there and it felt rushed, which was no ones fault but my own. So the session was over and I was making my way to the bus when a stranger said to me:
"Honey, God gave you one set of goods, gotta take care of them sweetie."
There is a bit of context: As stated I am a stay at home mom, so I don't always put as much work into how I look as I used to. On this day apparently I had some skin showing between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my pants. I am not thin, okay I am overweight. Some days things just don't fit right. I am not a slob, it was the end of the day, I probably had food thrown on me at some point. Point is, I didn't need this stranger telling me to pull my shirt down and then telling me I need to take better care of myself.
This bugged me on a few points: first, her statement itself. Did God, or whomever you believe in, only give us one set of goods? I don't think so. Our body is made to take different shapes depending on the stage of life we are in, the month we are having, what type of food perhaps we can afford to eat that month. Not to mention our internal organs are often put through hell and back and often bounce right back. I don't think we are given just one set of "goods" in life. I try to eat well (I am an emotional eater, and it has been an emotional few months or years) but my fridge is filled with fruits and veggies, i don't drink much beyond coffee and water, I chase my kid around all day, and I used to walk or bike everywhere. I am not perfect, but I wouldn't say I have let myself go or given up.
The second thing-this stranger has no idea who I am, where I am coming from or where I am going. I just spent the better part of an hour crying with a "stranger" because I don't feel comfortable doing it with anyone else. I had been up since 6am. I had bused over an hour, and was about to do it again. I knew my day was not over when I got home. My dad died a month before. I have a lot going on, I don't need your input Mrs. Stranger.
So I don't really know what this blog will be about, but it will likely be scarcastic, maybe witty, maybe depressing, but perhaps it will help both me and you figure some things out.
My name is Melissa McCarthy, but I am not THAT Melissa McCarthy, though I would be proud to be.
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