Sometimes You Just Wonder

I have spent the last two days fighting myself and wondering why me? I often wonder "why me?" but this was different. Nothing was done differently, but for some reason I still felt depressed and nothing is helping. I am not saying that I am depressed in the 'normal' sense, but haven't you ever just had those days? Well, these two days have been something else. I drank two vodka and OJ's and ate half a small cake. I have even gone shopping and gotten a few things that I needed around the house and still nothing.

So what is it that is bothering me? The same thing that is bothering at least 50% of Americans...finances. I have tried for years to find a career (not a job) with no avail and even looked for a job but again to no avail because of my hours. Having 3 children tends to limit what hours you can work unless you get paid enough that you can put them in daycare. These two 'obstacles' make it hard to find the right job or career.

Don't get me wrong I love having 3 children and having the ability to stay at home, even if it is hard financially, but sometimes it just gets to me. I can't do anything during the day because Brian (my husband) works at night so he is cranky if he is disturbed. I am stuck in my room with nothing to do but watch TV or sleep and nothing gets done. We have to live paycheck to paycheck and some weeks that's not even enough. There have been times when my kids have lived off nothing but lunchmeat sandwiches because that is all I could afford that week.

We did have a better year last year with not having to take out any loans and thanks to my dad I was able to pay off my car, but we are still the average American family who rents an apartment that is crappy compared to others. Don't get me wrong I am so happy that we have a roof over our heads and that the kids are able to eat and have clothing and shoes unlike others in the country and world, but that doesn't mean that I can't be unhappy, which I am. I also know that I am the only one who can change that. Hence this blog and the hopes that maybe someday it will pay off. Just maybe someday a publisher, magazine, newspaper, etc. will see it and realize that I am a good writer, hard worker, and would love more than anything to work for them.

That goal is the reason I work so hard in school and have decided that communications was a great add on to my English degree. For me both go hand in hand and someday I would love the opportunity to make a living doing what I like. Hell, who knows maybe someday I will sit down and work on that book that I want to write. You never know, every day is a new day with the opportunity for a new beginning.

Bullying...in Adults

Let me begin by saying that this blog started out as simple class assignment. Every week or so we would be given an assignment that would require us to post a blog on a certain topic. Well, last night while browsing Facebook I came across a page entitled “YOUR TATTOOS MAKE YOU A HORRIBLE MOTHER” and it not only disgusted me, but also made me think about all the trash people put up with on a daily basis.

People think that children and teens are the only ones that get bullied, but this is simply not true. Every day adults are picked on, teased, or bullied in some way, shape, or form. I can say this because a couple of times I have been guilty of it. I see someone and don’t like the way that they act or dress and I immediately judge them. It may not seem like it, but this is a form of bullying, just as leaving people at because they do not fit into your tax bracket (and I see this all the time at my children’s school).

We look at people who are different, whether it is because of money, the way they dress, the color of their skin, their ethnicity, tattoos, sexual preferences, etc. and we judge, or bully, them because they are different. That is exactly what this Facebook page does. It talks about the children of parents with tattoos failing in life simply because their parents have tattoos. I can say without a doubt that this is not true. How do I know? Because both my parents have tattoos. Granted my mother did not get her first until I was 16, but they still have them.

I have watched plenty of people on my father’s side, mostly the boys, go in and out of jail, but I can also say that I do not believe any of it had to do with tattoos, but with the choices that they made. My children, who are 10, 7, and 5, all love my tattoos and are also doing very well in school. Now don’t get me wrong my daughter (10) was in REACH (a gifted/talented program) until I pulled her out because she didn’t like it. She scored in the top 99% of her grade last year on standardized testing, while my 7 year old son is in the top of his class in math (which I suck at), and reading. My 5 year old son is exactly where he is supposed to be for his age and they have done all of this while both their father and myself have tattoos (me more than him).

I cannot say that my children will never be in trouble, no one can say that about their child, as we don’t know the future. What I can say is that any trouble my children may, or may not, get into is because of the choices that they make and not because of choices that I made to ‘draw’ on my skin. We as a society need to stop teaching our children things like this. We teach them that it is good to be unique individuals, then turn around and teach them that they shouldn’t stand out or be different. This is what causes our children to get into trouble, not tattoos.

Society need to catch up with the times and realize that everyone is made differently and that being different should be celebrated not condemned. I want my children to live in a world where they can be free and do what they want, within the parameters of the law, and not be afraid to be judged or bullying because of it. We need to take the time to teach our children that those who cannot accept us for who we do not need to be in our lives. Those are the types of people who need to be cut away because we do not need that negativity in our lives.  So, my plea for you and everyone you know, is to teach your child(ren) that they should not be cookie cutter, but to break the mold and be free.

Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/tattoo.moms.are.horrible

It's Just Me!!

Hello, and welcome to Tattoos, Children, and Everything in Between. My name is Teresa and I am a 33 year old mother of three, who also happens to love her tattoos. My children are 10, 7, and 5 with my daughter being the oldest and my boys being the younger two. I am currently enrolled at SNHU working on my MA/COMM/PR and decided that I needed a new blog, one that was not based on school but on everyday...everything.

I know that there are blogs about everything online and they can be easily found through a simple Google search, but I wanted to have my opinion and an outlet for it. Also, I am working towards a degree in communications so I figured better get started on having something to show right? Right.
So this is just a little about me: I love baking, crafting, fitness (though I am out of shape at the moment, but I am working on that), learning new lifestyles, such as clean eating and making a majority of foods homemade, dancing (around the house), singing (in the shower, lol), and mostly spending time with my family.

I have a huge blended family that I grew up with, but now I am living in TX by myself. My closest relative is 4 hours away in San Antonio, with everyone else spread out from NV to TN. I miss having family around and this is another reason for the blog. I would love to create a different type of family with those that have interests similar to mine and even those who tend to disagree (I love a good debate).

Finally, I tend to be an open book with everyone so if at any time there is a question please feel free to ask. I am open to criticism as well. As I said I am currently in school so I have learned to work with it as my professors do not hold back. I have also learned that criticism is nothing more than a way to better myself. Thank you all for reading and have a wonderful night.