The Diary Of An Insane Bat Mom

Soup cooking on the stove! When I was a kid, I used to go camping every summer with my mother at Long Sault Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada. I used to look forward to these trips because my grandparents and Uncle had adjoining campsites. This meant I could play with my favourite cousin, Dean!  Me and Dean when we were kids. BFFs! I have so many fond childhood memories from Long Sault. I remember this truck would pass by every day with a microphone announcing "firewood for sale" and for some odd reason, we would get all excited over this. I remember my aunt and uncle giving me chocolate syrup every morning for my milk. I remember swimming in the lake and sometimes an adult would take us to the beach down the road. I remember collecting empty beer bottles with Dean in the woods and empty campsites. We would then go begging to an adult to take us to the nearest store (Beckers - which the adults would call Peckers when they thought we weren't listening!) to cash in the bot

 Remember when I wrote about enjoying a moment of tranquillity in my life? Well, the last two weeks have been complete and utter shit! This week has really taken the cake! You know when your Monday starts off on the wrong foot, the rest of the week is pretty shitty! While I was at work on Monday, the baby bat broke his house key again (he also broke it last week) while trying to unlock the front door. His fantastic dad came by to let him in so I didn't have to skip out of work early.  I also got an email on Monday evening from my baby bat's super awesome teacher who was a bit concerned. He was sick at school and his health took a turn for the worst Monday night. I spent the week nursing a very sick kid, fixing a huge banking error which resulted in me paying my bills late, and getting a lot of bad migraines from stress. While my banking issue is still not completely fixed, I saw many cool locks for the door you can buy that have keypads on them and can even unlock the door

 I don't have an ex-husband, I have a Jay! We always promised each other that if something were to happen and we were to go our separate ways, we would remain friends and co-parent our baby bat together.  I must admit, things were rough at the beginning for the both of us when we first got divorced but once we adapted to our separate lives, Jay surprised me by being a really great friend.  In fact, he is now my best friend.  When Philip (our son, baby bat) was sick earlier this week with a stomach bug and laryngitis, once Jay recovered from the flu, he came over and helped out. I needed groceries, and they magically appeared in my fridge! Supper was made several times and I even got coffee made and brought to me! I got to recuperate after work while he did a lot of housecleaning. In fact, if it weren't for his help, I wouldn't have been able to go to work at all this week! When I got my heart broken last summer , he came over and held me while I cried. He gave me advice. He

 In my previous post , I wrote about being in a moment of calmness in my life. I think I jinxed my situation because when Monday rolled around, it feels like I was hit by a massive rainstorm! It all started on Monday when I forced my son to go to school. I really thought he was faking it. I go to work and get a call from the school. He was really sick and they wanted to send him home. My baby bat (my son) is old enough to walk home and has a house key so I gave permission. Turns out, his dad also caught the bug and was sick too.  Things at my job are picking up. There is a lot to do before the Christmas holidays and my boss asked me if I would be open to working full-time for a while. Having extra money before the Holidays would be lovely so I agreed to his offer.  Turns out, the baby bat was really sick and not faking it. I thought I was the worst mom in the world! Not only did the poor kid get a stomach virus, but he also got laryngitis! Long story short, when my son's dad felt b

  I think most parents will always remember the day their child was born. The joy and happiness the birth of a baby brings, especially the moment you first hold that child in your arms. For me, I felt all these things too but there was so much sadness, stress, and danger that the end result only made all that trouble worth it.  You see, by the end of my pregnancy, I was considered high risk. I was put on bed rest and things could have gone horribly wrong for the both of us. To this day, I still remember the fear and sadness I felt when the doctor told me that I was most probably going to have a C-section and I was to be on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. I worried that I was going to lose my son. I felt like I was a loser mom because I probably wouldn't be able to carry a baby to term. All these sad thoughts kept me up at night and in the end, I had good reason to. I remember the days I spent on bed rest. I spent them in the nursery we had set up for the baby. By then,