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.
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.
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… 




















