A world of bars...

I apparently live in a world of bars. I have friends here, friends that drink with me. I know I haven't gone out for drinks in at least a year thanks to being pregnant and having baby to breastfeed but c'mon, I'd like to get something good to eat in this town.
Here's what happened a few weeks ago.
My friends were meeting up for lunch on a weekday, I was still on maternity leave, and they were all taking long lunches. New bar and grill in town that they wanted to try so we decide to meet there for lunch. I'm trying to get baby ready and running late. They text saying they got a table and waiting for me.
I get there, and as I'm walking in to where I see them sitting I hear this:
"UH ma'am MA'AM... you can't take your baby into the bar"...
UMMM what bar, I'm going to the table with my friends...
"no you're walking into the bar, the dining area is full right now"
Needless to say because of me and my baby we had to wait twenty more minutes and they had to set up another table ... way to make me feel like a moron. It was a bar AND GRILL... how was I supposed to know that 90% of their seating is BAR...
and it got me thinking... and OCD researching
22/31 restaurants that I would frequent in town pre-baby are straight up bars hiding behind food. Good food too, food that I want, food that I crave.... food that I apparently can't get with a baby in tow.
So now I'm just sitting here, craving a burger, but apparently the only burgers that are worth it are at BARS... damnit
damn
damn
damn...
#itookmybabytoabar
#iwasnttrying

Top less at the Capitol

What? Wait...what!? You mean you've never been top less at the state Capitol?
Well, I have... not for fun either, although if I found that to be fun I think I would need to reevaluate how I have fun.
Anyways
Have a baby. Work at Capitol where just almost EVERY department has a "bring your baby to work til they are 6 months old policy"...almost because my department doesn't, which sucks, but I digress.
Law mandates that they provide a space and break time for me to drain the tata's for little man. Problem being they have ONE room in the ENTIRE Capitol building for nursing mothers. ONE! when I got back to work and tried to get on the list to use the room I found myself being one of NINE women rotating in that room. Do the math. It doesn't work out. So I tell my boss. I tell LA LECHE LEAGUE. I tell building services. I tell whoever will listen. What I got back.... find a room to do your business or go home. There are a couple of small meeting rooms that my boss was able to say I could use.... until our rush part of the year comes then it's first come first serve....translation: I'm assed out.
Fine
I go up to observation deck.
I put my little "breastfeeding in progress" sign on the door
I block the door with an angled chair.
I take my top off & put on my "hands free" pumping bra (which looks far more ridiculous than it sounds if you can imagine that)
Get hooked up to machine
Sit back and start to read
And then I hear it, the sound of a child running around without a care in the world. I think "parent needs to leash that kid" as I log on to amazon to browse for what leash I should get for little man.
The noise is now accompanied by a scream.... and more screaming.... oh goodie,  little Johnny asshole wants a cookie....then more running.
Then the bang, he's run into the door, I wonder if mr. Entitled thinks it should've magically opened for him as he screams "what's in there!?! I want to go in thereeeeeeeee!"
No you don't little buddy.
I see the knob turn ... I can literally FEEL his frustration.
Then a kick at the door.... kudos on teaching respect mommy....
And then as I hear mommy finally catching up.... He breaks through with one glorious grunt.
I growl.
It was instinct. A guttural growl...
The absolute look of confusion was one I will never forget because I had actually turned around to face him hearing him push through.
He bursts into tears!
I point to my boob and say "want some chocolate milk or strawberry" as his mother grabs him and without so much as an apology slams the door.

I laugh. Finish pumping. Pack up. And start to head out.
I open the door to see little Johnny asshole with what must've been grandma... and mommy starring at me from across the hall.
She marches over and, I shit you not, says, "you shouldn't be doing that in there. That's what a restroom is for! And you told my child that's where his chock milk comes from!? What is wrong with you?"
I was totally taken aback. But still managed to reply, "if that is what a restroom is for then you have done some horribly foul things in my nursing space" and walked away thinking it was over.
Only to hear her yell behind me, "you shouldn't be top less at the Capitol"...

I agree.

Reason #22

to be pissed with my mother in law.
hey y'all! I know it's been awhile but... I finally got pregnant, had the baby, took time off work, and just got back into my new "normal". So I'm back.
I have this list I made in my google drive of shit my mother in law does that makes me respond in varying degrees from shaking my head to making me scream. All things that I'm swearing never to do with my child(ren)
#22... made me scream
So we have a baby, he's great. We have daycare nearby, almost as great. My mother in law came out for A's birthday and forth of July celebrations and in doing so met my day care lady... they exchanged numbers and we thought nothing of it.
And then the first day of day care was coming up so we took little man to go over for a "preview day"... I was a wreck. At some point it came up that my mother in law texted her...something like this:
A: we're so glad you are able to watch him, and that he's known you for awhile, makes it like family.
DC: speaking of family, your mom texted me the other day
A: oh yea about what?
DC: she wants me to send her pictures of little man when he gets here
A:... ummm...excuse me?
me: we haven't even asked you to send us pictures yet
DC: well you know some grandparents have a hard time adjusting to being GRANDparents and not THE parents.
A: ummm ok... I guess it doesn't matter if she's included she'll see them later anyways
***change of subject***

A calls his mother that night and mentions that discussion... his mother acts as though there was nothing wrong with going around us and asking for pictures directly from day care lady. He figured just calling her out on it would be enough... but the next day while I was an emotional wreck at my first day back at work I got a picture message from our day care. It was also sent to the MIL.... fine... but then... a response... to a group message... in case you didn't know... is sent to everyone in the group message... and the MIL response was as follows:
"OH my he's getting so big! Haven't seen pictures of him since we flew out there last month. Glad someone with experience is finally taking care of him! Thank you so much!"
Ok. I can blame new mommy hormones for about 30% of my knee jerk reaction to want to punch her in the throat.... and this is why.
I take about 30-50 pictures a week of my little man, usually in spurts of three to four at a time. At the end of each week I upload them to our Shutterfly account and share all but the ones with my boobs in them on our shutterfly share site, of which she is a member. So I log on and it shows that she was looking, liking, and commenting on pictures not even 24 hours prior to that statement of haven't seen pictures. so suck it bitch.
and do I really need to point out why her comment of someone with experience is offensive...
So I reply back TO ALL saying, yes we are so grateful to have DC taking care of little man in our absence. When I picked him up I made it clear she was no longer to be included on pictures, I didn't even have to explain, she understood and said no more pictures to MIL unless they come from us, as it should be.
Praise Jebus
And that ladies and gents is reason number 22 to be pissed at my mother in law.