I am a stay at home mom to 4 kids, 14,10,8,& 4. I am a bit high strung and not proud of it. I like things to be clean. I yell a lot. I am a sort of jack of all trades, master of none. I am honest, don't like getting old, wish I was cooler than I am. I am sucker for celebrity gossip, good raunchy jokes and overpriced skin care.
I am a reluctant stay at home mom nearing the end of my term. I am a recovering "Suzy Homemaker". I curse. I say what's on my mind. I hope that I say things that other people are thinking, just don't have the guts to say. I hope to make people laugh at or with me. I hope not to offend too many people, but know there have been a few and am quite certain there will be several more.
So, if you are looking for a dysfunctional view on mothering, being a woman , and life- you may not be disappointed here. If you are still Suzy Homemaker and think that everyone should be, I might just make you want to vomit.
First, we have just launched a new, fun, freaking fantastic website called Aiming Low- taking low to new heights. Somehow the witty powers that be that are running the digs over there saw right through my perfect facade **cough** and thought me and my slacker ways would fit in- how right they were. I do have a hunch that some over-achievers have snuck in and infiltrated the place though- because they've been a busy!
My first post is up now and I could use some comment love. I think my niche over there is "the old bitter lady- that doesn't like to shower"- I'll take it. But all of my posts won't be that introspective- promise!
I must now speak about BlogHer-T minus 3 DAYS. OH. MY. GOD!
I told/reminded the husband yesterday about my impending travels. After I took a Xanax. At my son's baseball game surrounded by people.
He was less than thrilled. He really doesn't get it. He really doesn't get blogging. I'm trying my best to keep my cool and hold my tongue before I say something I regret.
He has threatened to go to Europe by himself when I get home- so that seems fair, wouldn't ya say? It would be funny, if it wasn't. If he wouldn't have to take out a second mortgage our house for it- I would throw him a Bon Voyage party myself!
He doesn't "understand why I want to go." Plain and simple- he just doesn't get it and he won't. I don't think there is anything I can say to convince him and his old-fashioned, guarded ways any different. I can't help, but to think how awesome it would be him to say "go, have a good time!" But alas, he won't, he is not fond of me going to meet my "freaky computer friends".
So, yes, this will add to my anxiety, as I was afraid it would, but not take away from my excitement, damn it! I will do this and I will enjoy myself.