Ice Cream for Dinner? Have At It…
Posted by admin | Filed under Stay At Home Moms
Nowadays, there are a host of motherhood and baby-related websites and blogs to choose from. So why should you devote your hard-earned web-surfing time to this one? I'll tell you why: Because mine is better than the rest. How is that, you ask? Well…
- I'm as frazzled, pissed, annoyed, and sleep-deprived as you are. The idea for this site stemmed from, go figure, my having a baby. Yes, that's right, I too spend way too much time changing diapers, cleaning spit-up, and dragging my out-of-shape ass out of bed at three in the morning. My little bundles of joy, "Nora" who is 29 months (just shy of two-and-a-half), and "Ava" who is 7 months, have forced me to develop this utter and complete respect for mothers. They are, in my opinion, WAY underrated. I'm not sure when or why "stay-at-home-mom" (SAHM) became a dirty word/phrase, because that shit is hard! I dare anyone to do what SAHMs do every day, day in and day out. You think your job is hard? Cry me a river, bitch. Certain aspects of this job are just shy of waterboarding, in my opinion. And yes, sleep deprivation is torture. It helps keep me going when my girls are awake and screaming half the night to know that, somewhere, a few of you gals are doing the exact same thing as me and not pretending to love it.
- This is not a "family" site. As the curse words above demonstrate, this site isn't for the kids. It's for modern mothers with babies and small children, who have spent their days taking care of everything but themselves; who have censored themselves multiple times a day for the sake of small-but-amazingly-keen ears; who would do anything for a glass (or five) of wine, a whole cookie ("Mommy, dat's MINE! I WAN' IT!"), and 30 unmolested minutes to watch an episode of E! True Hollywood Story. Or how about just 30 minutes of sleep? (Please?) I've gotten kind of sick of the whole "I'm a perfect mom" act some women try to pull – the same sorority girls who were drinking themselves into a coma at frat parties are suddenly cardigan-wearing PTA moms whose worst expletive consists of the word "fiddle." Come on now. Who do these whores think they're kidding? I love baking cookies as much as the next mom (who am I kidding? My lazy ass doesn't bake), but I'm still, deep-down, the same girl who couldn't complete a sentence without F-bombing at least 3 times. And the same girl who loves to shop, party, and act like a retard. And not clean her room, and wear sexy clothes… You get the idea. I wanted to create a place for women like me, who are sitting smack between two worlds, loving both and not truly willing to give up either.
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- I don't get out much. While many women manage to stay at home, take care of their children, husbands and household affairs, and still maintain thriving relationships with their girlfriends, I am not one of them. And I am banking on you not being one either. On good days, the extent of my adult interaction is with Betty, the elderly bagger at the local grocery store. And she never remembers who I am, so it's not like that qualifies as any sort of "relationship." It feels good to exchange thoughts and unwind with fellow mothers who, like me, are snatching a few moments to themselves here and there. My lack of social life also ensures that all of my leftover energy goes into making sure this blog is as up-to-date and interesting as possible for you lovely ladies.
As I write this, both my girls are in bed and screaming their heads off. It's motherfucking naptime, dammit. I need a Vicodin-laced latte. You hear that, Starbucks?
Tags: Ava, coffee, Nora, sleep, Stay At Home Moms
2 Responses to “Ice Cream for Dinner? Have At It…”
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Jen Jen Says:
February 11th, 2009 at 6:07 pmRe: ” … dragging my out-of-shape ass out of bed at three in the morning.”
I call b.s.–anyone who knows this woman knows that her awesome bod is NO WORSE FOR THE WEAR after birthing two bebes. In fact, her boobs are even bigger now, and they dwarf her svelte body more .How is that fair?
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admin Says:
February 11th, 2009 at 6:27 pmJen, until you’ve seen me bare-ass naked, I don’t want to hear it. Just because you can’t see the wrinkly, excess skin, trashed bellybutton and untoned buttocks doesn’t mean that they aren’t there. Because, Oh, they ARE.
