Sahm too "financially dependent"

My blood was boiling this morning when this woman who wrote "The Feminine Mistake" and said that stay at home moms are too financially dependent on their man and are statistically more sick and depressed then working moms. She pretty much said that your childrens' lives shouldn't come first, or even second. She made it sound like that even if you decide to work part time, but your husband is the breadwinner, you are an idiot. I was sooooo pissed.
One, just because I don't actually make the money, doesn't mean I suddenly became an idiot. I may be financially dependent, but I am financially responsible. I know where every penny is spent and saved. If my husband left me (by either of the dreaded d's--death or divorce), I have a plan in my head in place, knowing how distraught I would be if either happened.
And where did she get a statistic that sahm are more depressed and sick? What a stupid statistic! I know too many working moms who would love to stay at home with their kids. I know I am incredibly lucky to be able to spend so much time with my son. Of course I have those days when I wish I had a job to go to, but we all have days when we wish we were not doing what we do.
I'm not saying that being a sahm is for everyone. Every mom knows what is best for her family. Don't listen to the so called "experts" who think they can write books on the subject, just do what you do best and love your kids.
I'm officially off my soapbox now.

29 and getting a mammogram

Tomorrow I'm getting a mammogram for the 3 (yes freakin count them--3) lumps the doctor found in my breasts today. I had only found the 1. More then likely they will be benign masses, but I still have random things growing inside me. I'll have a surgical consult in a week as well. I really don't know what I'll do. I guess I just have to find out what the lumps are and whether surgery is really an option. I want to have more kids and I want to be able to nurse them. After I'm done having kids, I could really care less about my boobs. If they need to go, then so be it.

Crazy day

We went to my in-laws this weekend. The weekend was ok, but the drive home was disasterous. Dominic was acting a little clingy and crabby, but I assumed it was because he was tired and needed to be home. Not more than an hour into the trip, he threw up...and threw up. How that much puke could come out of such a tiny tummy I will never understand. Luckily, we weren't in the boonies yet and pulled off the interstate and cleaned him and the car and carseat at a truck stop/gas station. Its ironic that a truck stop with showers has no towels. They didn't even have paper towels for sale. Needless to say, we used up all the paper towels in the mens and womens restrooms. Meanwhile, Dominic thinks he feels better and wants to run around. Then hour 2 (I guess hour 3, since it took an hour to clean the car and Dominic, and get gas), I sit in back with Dominic and I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach. I'm thinking "Great, now I'm going to get sick" Tony keeps driving and I just look to the horizon, since I sometimes feel carsick (but really haven't since I was a kid). We stop for lunch, and I find out why I feel lousy--I got my period. YUCK! So I drove the last 3 hours with my heated seats (to help with my lower back pain) and the a/c blasting. With an hour left, Dominic decided to scream continuously while we were stuck behind a guy driving 50 mph. Yikes! What finally calmed Dominic down was the Barenaked Ladies childrens album "Snacktime" He loves it! And its hilarious! One of my favorite songs is "Raisins" It begins "Raisins come from grapes; people come from apes; I come from Canada." It's goofy fun. I highly recommend it. Thank you BNL!!!
We finally got home and its been uneventful since. Hopefully it stays that way.