How my Child Voted for the Wrong Candidate

I’m a big proponent of teaching kids the importance of voting early. Ever since Lucy was born, I’ve taken her with me every Election Day.

This, however, was her first Presidential election. In 2008, she hadn’t been conceived. I was excited to take her, and she was pumped to “vote for Daddy!” Luckily, with the number of people who voted early, we were in and out in about 10 minutes, which was nice considering it was rainy and dreary.

When we got to the voting machine, Lucy wanted to push the button, something I had planned to let her do anyway to involve her in the process. I showed her who to vote for (Barack Obama, for those who are curious), and she pushed the button — for Mitt Romney! I pushed the “previous” button and tried to fix the mistake. Wasn’t happening.

So, I went to the end of the ballot, followed the instructions to fix a vote by clicking the race and — BAM! My ballot was submitted. With a vote for the last person on Earth I would want to be President.

I think everyone in the precinct heard me gasp, and I rushed Lucy out, lecturing her along the way. But, when it comes down to it, it wasn’t her fault. I was the one who let her vote. And, though my mistaken vote makes my stomach churn, I get a bit of peace in knowing that, as a Georgia resident, my vote wouldn’t have mattered anyway. A Democratic candidate doesn’t stand a chance here in the deep South.

But, as we watch the election returns tonight, I will be watching our state’s results closely. My Dad said it would be hilarious if the entire election came down to one vote in Georgia. In that case, I’d be writing a book titled “How My Toddler Decided the Presidential Election”.

That won’t happen. Now, I can only hope that, as Lucy exuberantly said as we left our precinct, “We’re gonna win!”

New Neighbors

So, our across the street neighbor moved out. I had kind of mixed feelings about it because he was nice and quiet, but it also meant we wouldn’t have to take his girlfriend to bail him out of jail again and that the sex offender who was living with him would be gone. Hallelujah.

We were told his mom or some relative was moving in. OK. Cool. Yeah, I’m not sure WHAT relative exactly moved in, but whoever it is brought about 4-5 to live in this three-bedroom house.

And, there went our quiet, peaceful street. The kids put their basketball hoop IN FRONT OF our neighbor’s driveway and leave their bikes ON his driveway. (He is fixing up the house to rent it out so he doesn’t live here.) They leave their bikes in front of our driveway. (Cue angry, sick woman.) The young kids play in the street all day (nevermind all the traffic we get from the road because people always come up here to turn around). And, when we try to back out of our driveway, they just stand behind our car because, well, obviously they have the right of way. Yesterday, Joe almost hit on of their bikes. Yeah, he was not happy about that.

It’s only been a few days, and I’m already over the new neighbors. Instead of coming into the neighborhood and looking to make friends, they act like they own the place. I have to wonder why the parents aren’t parenting. I can tell you, I would let Lucy have it if she ever acted like that.

So, now, we wait until a bike or a child gets hit. Maybe then the parents will do something about their children.

Sinus Surgery, the Sequel

Remember how I had sinus surgery last year? And how not fun the recovery was? Yeah, well, it looks like I’ll get to relive that. Hooray.

Well, it turns out the sinus my doctor operated on last year is completely open and looks perfect. But, the other ones? Not so much. There is not one bit of air in them. which is what’s causing the sinus pressure I’ve been experiencing and the recent chronic infections.

At least there’s an answer. That’s a good thing. My CT scan could have shown every sinus open and clear, which would have left us wondering what is causing me to feel so badly. Thank goodness that was not what happened. But, as much as I want to feel better, I’m dreading this surgery. The recovery wasn’t fun last time. Neither was the post-op visit. And, re-reading my post from last year is making me dread this even more. I just hope the result will be worth all the pain and misery.


I had so many plans for my first week as a freelance writer/stay-at-home mom again. We were going to go to the park yesterday to enjoy this beautiful weather, and we were going to meet some friends today to catch a showing of Finding Nemo in the theater.

Then, I got sick. It looks like I have another sinus infection and, guys, this is worse than others I have had in the past. I have had HORRIBLE vertigo with this — it’s so bad I can’t stand up, and I can hardly see straight while sitting. Ugh. I had to give up a meeting tonight I was supposed to cancel, and now I’m hoping I feel OK enough to go meet with a new member of a group that has hired me to run their social media accounts.

When I’m better (which BETTER be by tomorrow), I have some FUN news to share with you all! And, MAYBE a giveaway!! Who’s excited??

Feeling Letdown

Boy, have I been BUSY with work lately. So much so that blogging is the last thing I want to do once I finally shut down after a 12-hour work day.

For the last month, I have been guest editing various Patch sites. Local editors have gone on vacation, and one just quit, so I’m running her site until the new editor takes over. It’s good pay, but it’s a lot of work. I’ve been just worn down.

I was pretty psyched about all this extra work because the money was being put aside to go toward adding onto our house. Then, I was told my freelancing was being cut to almost nothing. That means, the plans to add on to the house (and have a second child) are now on hold until a) I get more freelancing; or b) Joe gets a job that pays better.

I’m trying to find the silver lining, but it’s hard. Sure, we have money saved up now to help pay the bills, but that means putting on hold our desire to expand our family. I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want Lucy and her sibling to be TOO far apart in age. However, with only three bedrooms in our house and no bonus room or basement, we just don’t have the space right now. Stupid recession and housing market collapse.

There’s also the chance now that our mortgage company might let us refinance. We tried before, but they won’t release it to let our bank refinance it for us. And, they wouldn’t do it themselves because we didn’t have a hardship. I think this is considered a hardship. I’m praying VERY hard that they will approve it.

I just feel really letdown. I know God has a plan for us, as He always does. It’s just hard knowing we were SO close to being able to start trying to get pregnant again only to have it put off indefinitely. Every time we start to make headway on something we just keep getting hit over and over and over. I feel like we deserve a break. We do everything right, and we’re being punished.

I guess in a way it’s a good thing because it will give me more time with Lucy. I just wish we’d be able to keep saving the way we are! Oh well. I have faith that everything will be just fine.

So, that’s where I’m at. Monday — the day I found out — was a very difficult day for me. I was in a very dark place. I still hope we can become a family of four, but I’m now trying to be content with being just a family of three. We’ll see how that goes.

Judgey Moms who Judge

My daughter is 2, and she isn’t potty training, still sleeps in her crib and doesn’t use a regular cup.

There. I said it. It feels like it’s taboo to admit things like that. I’ve been around some moms lately who have looked down on me because Lucy’s *gasp* 2 and not using the potty. We actually started the potty training process in December, and she was really into it. She wanted to sit on the potty all.the.time.

Then, for some reason, she suddenly became terrified of it, and now she doesn’t want anything to do with it. I don’t think forcing her to use it will make the whole being scared of it thing any better, so we’re waiting it out. To us, this means she wasn’t ready. So, we’ll wait until she is. I mean, she just turned 2 in November. And, it’s not like she’s going to go to Kindergarten wearing diapers.

The big girl bed and regular cup will come in their own time as well, too. She’s not ready for a regular cup. She’d spill it all over the place! Plus, she LOVES using straws. And, I plan to keep her in her crib as long as she doesn’t try to climb out. Why move her when she’s contained and can’t get up when she should be going to sleep?

My daughter is fine. She’s a happy, healthy, thriving toddler. When she’s ready to use the potty and move up to a big girl bed, she will. Until then, I will enjoy my sweet baby girl. And, I will tell all the judging moms to take their comments elsewhere. I’m not any less of a mother, and my girl isn’t any less of a 2-year-old. We’re right where we should be.