breastfeeding a la old navy

I LOVE Old Navy! Cute clothes, bad attitude
So, here is where my story begins. We went out on a Thursday to Montgomery Mall; myself, my daughter, and a friend of mine. We stop into Old Navy, end up grabbing a butt load more stuff then I anticipated on getting, which of course is not very uncommon when you have a brand new credit card that is just itching to go in your hand. So here we are strolling through the baby section picking out all this shit that I really shouldnt be getting and my daughter starts fussing because DING DING DING it's that time again "IM HUNGRY MAH! Put DOWN the shoes and WALK AWAY" So rather than leave the store and come BACK for all this crap I decide to go into a dressing room and feed her (because I am still breastfeeding, which shouldnt be too crazy because she is only 4 months). My friend says that she will continue to walk around with our stuff and shop while we go dine in the dressing room. SO I walk into the dressing room and the "dressing room watcher" we'll call her Stupid Bitch is looking at me with this awful look so I say "Do you mind if I use one of the dressing rooms to feed her? My friend is still shopping with all of our stuff and we didnt want to have to leave and come back." She gives me this once over look and says " You need to have an item to try on. I give her this look like ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Mind you the place is EMPTY! I am not just taking up a stall with a line of people. So I walk back out, My daughter is now crying like crazy, and my friend's like "Done already?" "No! That Stupid Bitch wont let me in without trying something on!" So she throws a HUGE sweater at me probably a size 25 (exageration much?) and says "here tell that stupid bitch your tryin that on"
So I walk back in, sweater in hand, and say "ok, im going to try this on" Stupid Bitch looks at it then says "Ok, well your friend needs her own stuff to try on, and a seperate dressing room!" I say whatever, get in my dressing room and proceed to feed the babe. Meanwhile, I hear Stupid Bitch out there whispering to her little dresser watching buddy. So when I leave I just give her a dirty look that says YOU ARE SO IGNORANT, and walk out.
People never cease to amaze me! I dont know what was stuck up Stupid Bitch's ass that day but if your going to be in the sort of job where you deal with people SHOVE IT! It just made me wonder when I left... If I were carrying a bottle with me and asked if I could feed her, would things have worked out differently?"
hmm...
K.

Working on not working... I've been trying for months now to calculate HOW to stay at home longer with my daughter, who is rapidly approaching her first birthday and soon after my deadline as a stay at home mom. I LOVE being home with her. I would not trade it for any career in the world. Unfortunately, it doesn't bring home the bacon and as much as I dont like bacon, my family is in need of more bacon. I recently tried taking in 2 children as a babysitting job, thinking since I have a background in child development it would be an easy way to make a few extra dollars and still have that time with my daughter. Little did I know that the children would not be the problem, but the parents on the other hand could be certifiably insane and stretch me to my limits. I thought about a night job, but I am already sleep deprived so I dont know how I would manage that. As I muster up all sorts of glorious ideas, I just grow more and more stressed out knowing that going back to work is just around the corner. I listen to other moms' advice about going "back into the work force" (making it sound like I'll be blasting off into space on this amazing adventure) they say brilliant things like "there are women who work 12 hour days AND go to school yada yada yada" and that is great for THEM, but I don't want someone else to raise my child. I want to be here every step, every laugh, every coo, every mama and dada... I don't want to miss a minute.

just getting started...

Dusting off the old blogging fingers and taking a shot at this "blogspot". Let me begin by saying hello, and a very quick goodbye if you tend to be a grammar or spelling fanatic. I really am not here to spell check, just here to share some thoughts and get them out of my head and maybe implant them in yours... so enjoy.