I am more than disappointed to hear that I am a glorified babysitter and that I may never partake in any alcohol again so long as my children are in my care. My husband will be equally disappointed to find that he may no longer enjoy a beer after work, even if the kids are in bed.
Furthermore, if I am a glorified babysitter, where is my paycheck? When is my time off? And for goodness sakes, WHY hasn’t anyone bought snacks for me for when I’m working? WHERE ARE THE EMERGENCY NUMBERS?
I’ll give you an emergency number: 1. One. Uno.
As in one drink. That’s all we have been talking about. Visit the personal blogs of some of these mothers. We swear. We drink. We even yell at our kids. Our houses get messy. Dinners get burnt.
We aren’t perfect and we know it. It’s mothers like us who don’t judge other mothers. We’re real.
It’s no wonder certain mothers feel stressed, turn to drugs, or commit heinous acts to escape the facade society has created for us to wear.
Well now that Melissa has linked to me, I suppose I should write something instead of writing soft porn for you all. (If you’re wondering why, look at my header, then click over to read about Meredith’s slanted interview with ambush on Melissa, as if you haven’t heard. And if you can’t see the new header, clear your cache and refresh the page. Blah blah blah, shutup Karen.)
I’m barely holding everything together. I’m up to my eyeballs in work, and met with my own impatience as to why I can’t Go Faster! Work Harder! when the truth is, I’m starting my day between 5:30 and 6:30, and ending it pretty close to midnight. 85% of that time, I’m sitting here, working. Yes, it’s that busy, and it’s wonderful because the bills are getting paid. So if you haven’t heard from me, I’m sorry. This is also the reason nothing I do is free anymore.
See? The headphones put me in the zone. (click to enlarge - all those scribbles are things to do!)
The rest of the time? Laundry, dishes, dinners, snacks, diapers, reading to children, etc etc etc. Oh and drinking my face off at playdates, of course. Fuck that still burns my ass.
So the other night, I remembered I had started Joy Fielding’s Puppet, and decided at 9:45 to take my book and go to bed. I shut down the machine that is my brain and read the rest of the novel.
Note to self: this is a great way to fall asleep, rather than the exhausted flop and pass out thing I’ve been doing lately.
Yesterday, Thomas built a Fantastic Room behind my computer chair.
(click to enlarge)
“Come pway wif me in my womb!” he begged. Sounds inviting. I haven’t played in a womb for, uh, 32 years. Awesome. So that we did, and we snuggled and giggled like toddlers do for a good half hour before he decided the womb needed to move closer to the t.v.
It was a welcome change to play in the womb, rather than listen to the Loudest Toy on Earth Which Had It’s Batteries Ripped Out Right After This Picture Was Taken:
Via the lovely Jessica at Kerflop, I found Oh My Stinkin’ Heck, who started a fun Flickr thingy to do whereby you open your cupboards under the bathroom sink, and take a picture without straightening anything. Fun huh?
You should do it too.
Anyway, mine is here - click through to leave notes and comments. And yes, the bathroom scrubbie-things are likely bad to keep there because of Thomas, but he doesn’t put that kind of thing in his mouth, so I don’t worry. Plus? There’s this funny thing I do called WATCHING HIM. Take that, Mommy-Judging-Machine.
I’m bitchy. Comments are broken for now fixed thanks to Emily at Swank. Go have fun!
Happy Friday.? We are having fun here, playing with Tupperware, eatin’ peanut M&M’s and Wice PissPee Sqwares, and singing songs.? Life is good and hair is purple.
Just WHY does “America want to know” so much? And at what expense to Shawn’s well-being?
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hornbeck,
For the love of God, protect your child from this and get him the help he needs. There is something extremely wrong with you as parents for embracing all of this attention and treating Shawn so disturbingly. What’s with “step-dad” stroking Shawn’s thigh in the Oprah interview? Why does Shawn look to step-dad before answering any questions?
Take a lesson from the Ownby family and protect your son. He is still a baby. YOUR baby.
, and decided at 9:45 to take my book and go to bed. I shut down the machine that is my brain and read the rest of the novel.
