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Thursday, 7 August 2014


Breastfeeding in public...


   It took me a solid two days to think about how I wanted to write this post. I'll start off by telling you what sparked the urge to write this. 
   Not that I haven't, especially since having a baby, always had an issue with how the majority of society feels about breastfeeding etc in public, but two days ago I was at the Phoenix airport and was almost moved to tears. 
   Here I was, with my giant carry on bag, my diaper bag, and my overly loud 10 month old trying to navigate myself to a stall in the bathroom because my bladder was about to explode. (Oh coffee, you're so good to drink yet so mean to my bladder). Anyway, I was making my way around the incredibly nice people who refused to move out of the way, when I saw the big stall at the back was open. Bonus! Now my kid can watch me pee, it's like a dream come true. I made my way to the stall when I noticed a woman huddled in the corner with half her back showing. Strange. The closer I got though, I realized that this woman, or should I say mother, was pumping. SHE WAS FUCKING PUMPING BREASTMILK! Holy shit, someone needs to get this woman a serious drink and a medal because that is some serious dedication right there. As I manoeuvred around her to get into the stall this poor mom started APOLOGIZING to me. She was apologizing to a fellow mom because she was in the corner of a disgusting airport bathroom pumping milk for her baby because I'm sure she didn't want to have to deal with breastfeeding on the plane; we all know the looks that can get you. 

   When I came out of the stall I could see closer the way she was going about doing this. She had the double breast pump going and had the black cover/holder for it so essentially all you could see was a little bit of booby skin. Yet this woman was in the corner, trying to still cover herself from OTHER WOMEN!!!. She then apologized to me again, to which I responded that it was of course completely fine. She proceeded to apologize to me again and I let her know that if it was me I would be sitting outside in plain sight and doing this shit. She of course responded with "ya, right" and "that would be nice". That concluded our exchange. 

   When I came out of the bathroom the hubby could tell I was annoyed with something. I had to explain to him that I was actually fucking livid that this poor woman had to resort to this to just feed her baby. He agreed and we continued to our gate. However, I felt some serious anger building up inside of me. If you've read my previous post you will know that I wasn't able to breastfeed my daughter past three months and so I switched to formula real quick! Regardless though, I would defend a breastfeeding mother any day of the week. In case you've been living under a rock here's what boobs are for: producing milk for a baby so that baby can eat. Or they're used for gawking at by men, and women. I personally love boobs. Just kidding about the gawking, a little bit. The point is that they are used for a completely natural purpose. Next to childbirth, breastfeeding is pretty fucking amazing if you ask me. Like here is this woman, she pushes a watermelon out of a tiny hole (or has her stomach cut open, how fun), she then has a little human suck on her nipples until they bleed, then she rubs lanolin on them like it's going out of style, and then if she's lucky (I was not), the pain goes away and the booby juice starts flowing. How fucking cool is that? 

   Even though you and I can agree that this is all awesome, women still feel the need to cover up while breastfeeding or hide in a corner of a bathroom to pump. We now have "nursing rooms" because how fucking gross is feeding your kid when they're hungry? Ew. I mean, it's SO much easier to run around the mall until you find a nursing room, squeeze yourself, the baby, the stroller, and any other children with you into a shitty dimly lit room with horrendous "peaceful" music playing so you can breastfeed. Not to mention, your baby is probably screaming at this point so that adds an element of adventure to the whole thing. Seriously though, how stupid is this?!

   I felt physically ill after I left that bathroom. I felt sorry for that woman and any other woman  that feels embarrassed to feed her child in public because of what someone might say or the way they might look at her. I understand that not everyone is like me. I had a hard time breastfeeding so when my baby wanted to eat I was whipping that booby out wherever and whenever; I didn't give a shit. I wish more moms didn't give a shit. Maybe that's how we could change society's opinion on this topic. I get it though, it's hard. You're exhausted, your body aches, your kid is screaming, and the last thing you want is some degenerate asking you to cover up or take your titties elsewhere. 

   I hope that eventually the views on breastfeeding in public will change. I'm sure they will. I think enough moms will get sick of covering up and being ashamed that they'll just have one giant hormonal meltdown and tell everyone to fuck the fuck off. At least that's what I envision will happen. 

Friday, 18 July 2014

Judgemental Moms

...Not too long ago, I posted on my Facebook about my choice to stop breastfeeding and formula feed my daughter. The jist of it was that I didn't have enough milk, no matter what I tried, so finally at 3 months I decided to exclusively formula feed. I think what may have pissed some people off was that I also mentioned how I plan on bottle feeding (breastmilk or formula or both) with my second baby. A lot of moms I know agreed with me and felt the same way because they formula fed their babies. However, one or two gave me the "breast is best" or "I used to judge moms who formula fed but now it's ok". Ummmm pardon the fuck me?

I seriously don't know how any mom or WHY any mom would judge another mom. Are you fucking kidding me? We're all exhausted, we all gave birth through some way or another, we've all felt that joy of seeing our precious shit heads for the first time, and we all have moments of happiness, joy, disappointment, anger, and sheer I don't give a fuck-ism. So how can you sit there and tell me that you or anyone you know have judged another mom for formula feeding. You know who I judge? The moms who are degenerate crack heads that sell their babies for a hoot off a pipe. Those are the kind of moms I judge. I mean let's be honest, we all judge, but at least make it realistic. If you're going to judge me for feeding my baby in the only way I can, for sleep training, for using a certain type of diaper, for painting my infant's toenails (I can't wait), for losing my patience and raising my voice, for letting her hit her head accidentally, for almost letting her fall off the bed (shit that scared me), for being the only mom that I know how to be and for doing as good of a job as I can, if you judge me or any mom because of any of those reasons or anything else of the sort, you can go fuck yourself.

Women are so terrible to each other already, let's not find more reasons to hate each other.


Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Sleep talking 101...

...You know, I almost don't know why I named the blog what I did because I feel like the majority of the blog will about the hilarious and stupid things my boyfriend says, especially in his sleep. So here are the top 5 things he has said in the last month that actually put me in a fit of laughter while he continued to snore away.

1. "I'm Ironman"... Oh are you? I didn't know that babe. Good for you.

2. "I'm the prettiest girl"... At this point, I realize he is a very, very confused man.

3. (This one is more of an action followed by an explanation). I woke up when he elbowed me in the chest as hard as he could. I opened my eyes to him above me saying "OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY". I was too shocked to really do anything, so I went back to sleep, which is clearly a completely fucking normal thing to do... The next morning I obviously had to investigate, so i asked him what he was dreaming about. He said he was dreaming about defending me while we got chased by thugs. Do me a favour babe, don't fucking protect me anymore.

4. "Just stop"... I don't even know where to begin with this one... I'm not sure i even want to know.

5. "They're catholic"... HAHAHAHHAHAHA...he fucking hates religion so this was the best thing Ive heard in a while. I don't know who is catholic and why he was dreaming about catholics but I can't wait to find out...

Did  I mention that when he says these things and I'm like "What???" he responds to me IN HIS SLEEP and has no recollection in the morning. Amazing really. The male mind is so simple...

Monday, 2 June 2014

The Beginning.

The First Post...

...Ah, the first of hopefully many. And I say "hopefully many" because I've attempted to start blogging, oh I don't know, THREE TIMES now. Which will make you all very happy to hear that I have now started being a SAHWM or "stay at home working mom". Maybe this will be something I can actually stick to. Well, the mom part I sort of have to, but the working part we'll see. I've started working from home selling something amazing and also I am about to learn how to do eyelash extensions. I'm really hoping I don't suck terribly at the eyelash thing because it seems to be quite the cash cow. I'm actually really excited about finally working again because I'm kind of a lazy piece of shit who is extremely lucky in the sense that I stopped working at 9 weeks pregnant; mainly because my boss was a huge fucking bitch, but also because, well, I'm lucky. I sound like such a stupid asshole right now. 

Anyway, my goal is to document my super exciting life working from home with a baby who is full of sass, and I'm not even fucking joking, a 100lb dog who is needy as fuck, and my grown ass 32 year old boyfriend, aka toddler. I'll probably write about him the most because he is the basis of a lot annoying and hilarious situations in my life. 
I live in a small town in Alberta, Canada, but before you feel sorry for me, because I feel sorry for you if you live somewhere with a population of less than 50,000, I'm 10 min away from a metropolis so basically I don't live in a small town. This is just some background on me because I really don't want to have to explain myself if I offend somebody. That would mean that somebody would actually have to read this blog other than my mom. And what does it say about me as a person that I want you to know I live in a small town but not really?

As you can tell,  I swear, a lot. I've been told that it means I'm intelligent and I know I am so basically that ecard was accurate. I'm also extremely vulgar so if that's not something you can handle, you need to get a sense of humour. 

I can't wait for something extremely stupid to come out of my hubby's mouth so I can write about it. Give it a day, he's in Vegas (that's a whole different post for a totally different time and I think I need to start on some serious meds before I can even graze that topic). 

You can follow me on instagram @sansanjovs and twitter @Sanja_Jovanovic. I'm really funny, I swear.