Guest Post

Today I'm over at Love Woke Me Up This Morning guest posting for the lovely Emily.  I talk about fears and how I need to change my idea of being fearless.  This is quite possibly one of my favorite posts I've written so I highly encourage you to check it out as well as say hello to Emily and her friends!

9 Reasons Why I'm Not Cut Out to Be a Little Human's Momma

A lot of people I went to high school are getting married and giving birth to little humans.  The getting married thing is weird but I’ve come to realize that a lot of people our age are getting married in other parts of the country so I’m not quite as weirded out about it.  The giving birth to little humans part is what gets me.  We’re just shy of two years out of high school and it seems like at least half of my graduating class has at least one little human running around.  Maybe it’s the fact that I still think of us as little kids still try to live in a grown up world that makes little humans terrifying to think about.

Let’s set aside the fact I don’t have a significant other, a place to myself, and a decent paying job and examine why I am currently not cut out to be a little human’s momma at this point in my life.

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1.  I had popcorn for breakfast. Yes, there’s healthy cereal in the pantry and eggs in the fridge along with fruit.  I could definitely have had a healthy breakfast this morning but instead I opted for popcorn.  I would probably end up eating little human food in lieu of real food. I’m sure if I throw some hot sauce on it everything would be golden.

2. Diapers. How do they work? I’ve never changed a little human before, so how does that work? I'm going to assume that duct tape is needed for this technology.

3. Do little humans sleep okay with loud music? I don’t function well unless I can have a good jam session every day, some days at least twice.  Will this be a problem?

4. I don’t do hangers, folding or drawers.  I do piles.  Seriously though, look in my room and you’ll find three piles of clothes.  The dirty pile is nearest to the door, the clean pile is by the dresser when “I’ll fold these after I shower” and the third pile is a mixture of nicer clothes from my closet and clothes that aren’t ready to be washed yet, but have been worn outside at least once.  I can see the mess with little human’s clothes, can you?

5. My car is named “The Hazard”.  I’m not a terrible driver per se but I have been known to willingly jump my car out in the holler when I get a chance.  

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6. I can barely get myself ready on time and remember everything.  I’ll be the momma that shows up late for a doctor’s appointment for the little human without the little human in tow.

7.  There will be glitter ingrained in the little human’s skin.  Arts and crafts with the little human, now that’s something I can look forward to.  He/she will be the sparkliest little human at preschool.

8.  I drop things a lot.  We might as well think about investing in mattress floors.  Or, even better yet, let’s just have trampoline floors so the little human will bounce back to my arms.

9. I have very low motivation to cook anything other than a box of macaroni and cheese.  We’re either gonna starve, live off of little human food and/or mac and cheese until the little human can cook.

My life is a mess and I’m really thankful that I’m not having a little human any time soon because there are far more than these nine things I’d have to work on.  I may not be cut out to be a little human’s momma right now in my life, but those who are my age and are doing it now, I give mad props to them.

I’m just gonna go back to jamming out to Lynyrd Skynyrd now and ignoring the three piles of clothes in my room.

When Did This Happen?

If you ask any of my friends in high school if I was a morning person you'll get a collective "hell no" from them all.
I was notorious for rolling out of bed at the last minute, throwing a pair of sweats or jeans on with my boots or slippers depending on if I had time to actually put socks on or if I just didn't care what I looked like at all and wanted comfort over anything else and head off to school where I would always manage to have time to grab breakfast from the caf before I went off to my first class.  Thinking back on it now, there were many times I barely made it to the caf before they closed to grab something to eat during my first class.  I didn't function well in the morning and I can barely recall any conversations at "breakfast" with my friends because as A put it a few days ago "you could sleep eat", meaning I was basically asleep while I ate my breakfast burritos and rarely contributed to the conversations and when I did it was probably in the form of grunts and groans of agony from being prodded to contribute.


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My first year in college was kind of the same.  I rolled out of bed as late as I could manage without being late, threw sweats and boots on and off to class I went.  I functioned better than I did in high school but if I didn't have food to motivate me to stay awake I was just as useful as if I were still laying in bed.

When I started to open at the store last summer for breakfast I had gotten used to getting up before the sun rose and starting my day.  Naturally my day would end around 8 or 9 in the evening and then it would repeat.  It's been months since I've had that schedule but now I seem to have gotten used to it again.

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I've been doing really well with getting up with the first alarm.  Usually, I have to set an alarm for every five to ten minutes to keep me from drifting off to a deep sleep and subconsciously turning them all off...because I have done it...many times. Even better is the fact that getting up at 7:30 isn't a big deal as it used to be. Let me remind you that prior 2013 anything before 11:00am was considered too early for Jess to function.

I've found that I actually enjoy mornings...as long as no one talks to me for the first hour that I'm awake and I can eat my breakfast and read my news articles in complete silence.  Now I am faced with a new problem, the fact that I am most productive in the evening but when I get up early and work throughout the day I'm ready to go to bed early but if I stay up later to work on extra things I want to sleep in until at least 10 and that throws everything off.

I can't believe I'm about to say this but, I actually want to be a morning person.  Maybe I can make the change happen and become a full functioning person by 8:00 in the morning on the daily.  The one thing I know for sure though is it's going to require a lot of coffee.  I just want to know when did this happen? When did my body decide that mornings were a cool thing and that I needed to participate...on the daily?

Oh, and I'm just so thrilled about getting to "spring forward" an hour this weekend.  Because I need another reason to make liking Mondays difficult.

Are you reading to "spring forward" this weekend?

31

31-0 is an impressive season, especially if that’s how a team is ending their regular season.  If you don’t know which team I’m talking about I’m going to just go ahead and say what I’m thinking: you’re hiding underneath a rock!

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Wichita State University played their last regular season game on Saturday on their home court in Charles Koch arena.  That alone is very exciting because it means that tournament games are getting ready to start up for the famous March Madness that inflicts all college basketball fans.  What is so fantastic about this game on Saturday was that WSU came onto their court not only with a sold out house but with 30 out of 30 wins.  

Since I live with my parents right now I have very little control over the big screen.  If I want to watch something that is on without having to constantly ask my dad to please turn it back I have to deal with the small fuzzy screen in my parents’ room where I have to sit on the edge of the bed to get a good view at the screen.  Any and all basketball games I watch in their room because I’m notorious for being extremely loud during a game, especially in the second half.  On Saturday though, three humans and four dogs surrounded the big screen.

My Ma doesn’t mind watching basketball with me, as long as I tone down the yelling.  My dad has never really taken to watching the sport at all so I was super surprised while I was taking over the kitchen table with my laptop and history books that he wanted to watch the game.  Naturally, as soon as he said it I found the channel WSU was playing on and told my dad that he could not weasel his way out of this game since he brought up.

I’ve been slacking on watching basketball this season, but I have been reading most of the news articles and with being so close to living in Wichita already it’s extremely difficult to not know about the Shockers and their amazing season.  The historic game against Missouri State is actually the first game I have watched from tip off until the last buzzer and believe me, I am so glad I got to see it go down.

Watching as the Shockers scored three pointers after three pointers in the first fifteen minutes of the game I couldn’t get over how much the team has changed since last year.  My dad was getting into the game and was even aware of which players where which.  Even my Ma made conversation with me about the games we had watched last season.  Overall, watching the Shockers pull out another win that would make them go down in history was just an amazing thing.  It wasn’t too much different from watching any other game because it comes down to one thing: basketball is basketball.

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I do have to mention that I will forever support the KU Jayhawks as my first choice when it comes to collegiate sports.  I have high hopes for them as they enter into the tournament games but my eyes are also glued to the WSU Shockers because of how well have been doing and because I feel some sort of obligation to keep my eyes on them because I practically live in Wichita.

I’m going to spare anyone reading this with statistics, news articles and my in depth opinions of why WSU is a force to be reckoned with during tournament games.  Instead I will say this: as a Kansan I will support any of our teams because they get to represent us.  I wish for only good things for our teams and hope that they go farther than last year.

Do you watch college basketball? If you do, who do you root for?