My addiction and other Rantings

Let's face it, we all have addictions.  Whether we own up to them or not, they're there.  Which is why we should all be so much more compassionate towards other people and their addictions.  However, this is not going to be about other people, or how we should treat them.  Nope, I'm just going to address the addictions I deal with.
I looked up "addict" and found : "to devote or surrender (oneself) to something habitually or obsessively"
I actually have a few addictions, some I will admit to, and some I will not (not here at least!)- I am addicted to coffee, I am addicted to owning pets (thankfully we've worked on this addiction and am now down to 2 pets instead of 6  haha!)

 I am addicted to Facebook (that's a pathetic one, but no judging remember?!)  I am addicted to Ruzzle (there should be a Ruzzles support group, cause I know I'm not the only one)... and... I am addicted to throwing things away.
This is the addiction I will be focusing in on today.   I LOVE throwing things away... I could very easily see myself becoming a minimalist, not because I admire the lifestyle or anything ethical...but because I think it'd be great to just go through and throw everything away.  We are getting ready to move for the second time in my marriage, and my inclination, my very core actually screams "THROW AWAY ALL THE THINGS!!!"  Not because of stress of packing, or sorting through things, but because it just FEELS SO DANG GOOD.  It's like eating chocolate. MMmmmmm...chocolate...  speaking of addictions.
Last time we moved I had a blast working on 'packing' while Tyler would be at work... "what's this? TRASH!"... "and this? TRASH!" Most of the stuff I tried to reason with myself, use sense and not throw things away that we actually need, or use...but I just got carried away.  There may or may not have been a few times after the move that Tyler would ask..."whatever happened to such and such?"  Oh... I didn't realize you actually wanted that...oops.
The day I comprehended that I had a problem is when after another fun cleaning splurge (throwing away any papers I could find), I realized I may or may not have thrown away our daughters birth certificate...and social security card.   I guess sorting and organizing papers might actually be appropriate sometimes.
So this time around, I'm trying exceedingly hard to resist the temptation to throw as much as I can away.   However, this did not stop me from reacting to "big trash item pick-up" day like it was a holiday.  One of my favorite days of the year.

*Disclaimer: I am not trying to take away from the seriousness and harmfulness of some addictions and am fully aware a lot of my addictions are truly just bad habits*
In other news, I've decided one of the 'must-have' items for a new mom is a coffee mug to keep her coffee hot for hours on end.  It's amazing how long it takes me to drink my beloved cup of coffee.  I think about it all morning long, but I'm nursing, or changing diapers, or sitting with a toddler in the bathroom and such.
Here's another thing.... I love how moms can encourage one another.  We can relate to each other, and share how to get through the tough times.  But very few of you can relate to the difficulties of not only breastfeeding, but breastfeeding with absurdly out of proportion boobs.    But more than likely, when I talk about how much of my day is spent having to sit down and breastfeed, you do not understand how inconvenient this is, as I am adjusting my nipple shield, using a hand to try to keep my child from suffocating to death, and trying to fit him in place in the 'football hold' as he gets longer and longer and begins to not fit.   Because I know there may or may not be a male who stumbles upon my blog, and could be reading out of complete boredom, I will not go into much more detail on this.
Insert some clever closing thought here.

Pull Yourself Together!

So most anyone who knows me, knows I am, like most females, rather emotional.  However, I hate 'sad' emotions.  When people cry, or are sad, I either don't know what to say, avoid them, act really awkward, or try to (if it's appropriate) cheer them up.  I especially enjoy trying to cheer people up. If I'm upset, or my feelings are hurt... 90% of the time I instead show anger... which is not conducive to most relationships.   I show lots of joy, anger, frustration, silliness, sarcasm... I display a full array of emotions, but boy oh boy, do I hate crying.  I know that most people do.. but I've somehow really trained myself to avoid crying for the most part.  I'm not pregnant anymore, so I feel like I should be done with any kind of crying.

"Oh no!" She has no problem showing her emotions, almost started crying because of paint on her knee!

These kids however, might do me in with that.  These little humans, who are cute as heck, yet can be annoying as all get out with their crying, and needing me, and whining, and potty training (or lack there of...) but it doesn't matter if they can be annoying, I just love them so dang much that I can get all emotional. Dang kids sneaking in and pulling that one on me.

So Calista shared this today, and it was great.  I have to admit I almost quit watching it the second it seemed to get "emotional" but I'm glad I did.  There's been those couple of times I stood on the other side of a door, shed a couple tears, pulled up my sleeves, opened the door to go back in to the screaming child.

                                         

  Alright folks, that as much as you're going to get for me admitting my rather emotional side. Don't expect this to lead to me wanting to cry around you or admit my emotions much in person, because I'm still far from that!