<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819562394580809982</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:39:29.638-06:00</updated><category term='mom'/><category term='drama'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='children'/><category term='babies'/><category term='kids'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life as a stay at home mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, my name is Katie and i am a 24 year old stay at home mother. I have a 16 month old son, and i need a place to vent my feeling, so i am doing it here. comments are welcome always</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie &amp; Chunk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819562394580809982.post-8381768534046171884</id><published>2009-04-09T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:52:48.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a smart lil boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e91b2032bf8cff2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e91b2032bf8cff2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330314082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A160E1947C539903958894E7EA931FCF920EF70.642F77B82D3962148D0667D86B86C8EDCE76322F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e91b2032bf8cff2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmIUxfvpiDq6kG67Pn7QgA_eHJ2g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e91b2032bf8cff2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330314082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A160E1947C539903958894E7EA931FCF920EF70.642F77B82D3962148D0667D86B86C8EDCE76322F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e91b2032bf8cff2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmIUxfvpiDq6kG67Pn7QgA_eHJ2g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So last night my son is in the living room playing with his toys while i am in the kitchen doing the dishes. After about 5 minutes i glance over into the living room and notice he is doing the strangest thing. But first of all, by my front door there is this whole in the wall right by the floor, so i keep a box full of heavy stuff in front of it to keep my son from messing with the hole. And on top of that box i always have a case of water on top to keep my son from getting on top of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So anyways he was doing the strangest thing, he was taking each bottle of water one by one outta the case of water and lining them up on the coffee table. I stood there and watched him for a good 10 minutes, when finally the case of water wasnt to heavy for him and the threw it on the floor. Only to stand up on top of the box that was underneath the case of water, and he started turning the outside light on and off on and off........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How silly and smart is he. i couldnt believe he did all that work just to turn a light on and off. or even that he lined each bottle of water up in a line. That sure gave me a good laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819562394580809982-8381768534046171884?l=stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e91b2032bf8cff2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8381768534046171884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-smart-lil-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/8381768534046171884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/8381768534046171884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-smart-lil-boy.html' title='What a smart lil boy'/><author><name>Katie &amp; Chunk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819562394580809982.post-3029739847856786985</id><published>2009-04-08T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:57:32.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!MEN!!!!MEN!!!!</title><content type='html'>So todays topic is MEN! Cant live with them, and you cant live without them. Now dont get me wrong i love my babys dad, but men can be so unabliably stupid. He tells me that i need to go out and get a part time job to help make ends meet. I asked him well whos guna take care of chunk(our son)? And he tells me well he will. Well how in the hell is he guna take care of our son when he cant and wont and hasnt even changed a diaper in over a year?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt know when to feed him, or what to feed him. If he had to feed him my son would be eating junk all day long. And anytime my son cries or whines or throws a fit, his immidiate reaction is to put him to bed. Like hello  just because he is in a grumpy mood doesnt automatically mean you need to put him to bed. Instead of trying to figure out what his problem is. I mean he could be hungry, thristy, want attention, could of gotten hurt on something, or in some form of pain, or even just has a dirty diaper. But he doesnt want to take the time to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am i suppose to go work at a job? I wouldnt be able to work because i would be to worried about wondering if my son was ok, if he had a clean diaper on and so one. Like seriously that is his child to and he should be able to do everything that i do. but he doesnt, he rarely even plays with him. HE thinking that taking him back in the bedroom while he sits on the computer looking at porn and whatever else he does is playing with him. When chunk is just playing by himself. Yeah i to get on the computer, but thats only when my son is sleeping, or in his high chair eating breakfast lunch or dinner. And sometimes im not even on the computer i am cleaning up my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, he has a crappy job and wants a new one, but wants me to fill out all the applications. well im sorry but he should be the one doing that. i cant sit on the computer all day filling out applications and take care of my son and keep the house clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men are just stupid and thats all i have to say for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819562394580809982-3029739847856786985?l=stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3029739847856786985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/menmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/3029739847856786985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/3029739847856786985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/menmen.html' title='!!!!!!!!MEN!!!!MEN!!!!'/><author><name>Katie &amp; Chunk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819562394580809982.post-2068901119806164769</id><published>2009-04-07T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:11:32.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My life is complety crazy and drama filled not matter how much i try to avoid the drama you just cant do it. I love the fact that i am a mother, and my son is the most important thing in my life. but let me tell you being a mom is not as easy as some people make it look. Everything stay at home moms, or moms in general, have to do in one day is insane. Theres just not enough time in each day to get everything done. Doing dishes, laundry, cleaning the house, picking up toys, cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, grocery shopping, and not to mention taking care of you children. Changing diapers, cleaning up puke, feeding, cleaning up all the food they threw on the floor and the walls. Geez..life as a mom is crazy. and it truley is the hardest job you will ever have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think the best part of being a mom is no matter how bad of a day you had, or how tired or depressed or mad you are...when you child looks at you with that goofy look on there face they can always make you laugh. They will always love you no matter what, well until they become teenagers. But im still years away from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways, i am writing this blog as my way to vent about everyday life, and give my views on stuff, and hoping somehow someway i am helping out just one other mom life me. your comments are more than welcome not matter what it is or what it is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will be trying to post something new everything, so keep checking back. and if theres anything you would like for me to write about or anything all you have to do is let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;thanks again for reading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819562394580809982-2068901119806164769?l=stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2068901119806164769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/2068901119806164769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819562394580809982/posts/default/2068901119806164769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stay-at-home-moms-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Katie &amp; Chunk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
