Monthly Archives: March 2011

motherhood sucks. and then you don’t die.

Some would say it’s because our identities are so tied to motherhood that if we break the rules, even for a moment, we will have failed. Our children. Our selves. The entire Milky Way galaxy. But that’s just not true. In fact, not only is it not true, it’s a big fat lie.

Motherhood Sucks. And then you DON’T die.

Yeah, you heard me.

MOTHERHOOD SUCKS!

With a capital M-O-T-H-E-R-H-O-O-D-S-U-C-K-S

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why are moms so afraid to admit this? Oh, that’s right, I know….

BECAUSE REAL MOMS LOVE EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF BEING A MOTHER.

EVERY.

SINGLE.

WAKING.

MOMENT.

So, does that mean there is something wrong with ME?

I am mother. Hear me grrrrr.

And whine.

And complain.

And admit that sometimes I SUCK! at being a mother.

Because motherhood does suck.

It brings…

I AM the Age of Aquarius

I am celebrating a birthday this month and I do mean the entire month because I am so worth four and a half weeks of celebration. If not more.

This year it’s the Big. Four. Oh.

Again.

Since I distinctly recall not having had much of a birthday celebration the year I actually turned FortywithacapitalF, I thought I’d do a re-do this year. It’s only fair.

And complicated.

That’s because not-so-technically speaking, I’m much…

Today’s class is about sh!t. Sorry.

Have you ever tried to help someone who didn’t want your help?

I mean, they make it seem like they want your help, but they really don’t.

They want your ears.

I have made this mistake over and over and over and ov……

Why?

Because I think I’m being asked for advice.

And I give it with reckless abandon.

The thing about advice is, we tell ourselves we’re giving it because we want to…