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Wednesday, September 8, 2010
So, we survived the first day of pre-school, and when I say "we" I mean my husband. You see, I was sooo ready for Hudson to start school. He was practically crawling out of his skin at home everyday with Martina. She seemed pretty over it too. I guess after 3 years, everyone needs a change. My husband was worried about the usual things.....Will he be ok with people he doesn't really know?Will he cry when we leave? Will he shit his pants and ruin his new Volcom jeans? You know the usual. Me? I was wondering if I had enough coffee to make it to my work destination an hour and a half away. See my thoughts are kids are resilient. They will feed off of your energy. If you're freaked out, they will be freaked out. The best gift you can give your kids is your own happiness....or a least fake it.
|August 10, 2007|
I've always wondered what it would be like to actually verbalize exactly what I felt. Wait.... that’s a lie. But, I have always wondered what it would be like to have my own blog, so here I am. I would like to think it will be very practical, helpful, insightful mommy advice. However, the reality is, I am vulgar and I have no business giving any advice to anyone. Oh, my husband and I actually coined the term "mommy talker" based on moms who can only converse about, well, mommy things. So, now that I have lost most of you, the best way to define what this blog is all about is, its the shit about motherhood (including pregnancy) that no one wants to talk about, not in public anyway. That’s right, everything from hemorrhoids right up to your kid saying "fuck" for the first time. Did I mention I was vulgar? I hope you enjoy reading and commenting as much as I do vomiting my thoughts all over the page. The truth is, I love being a mom. I have a 3 year-old son named Hudson, whom I absolutely adore. I must also mention I am a full-time mom, but I also have a job outside of the home. This, as many of you already know, opens a whole new ball of wax. I also think it’s ridiculously hard to be a "good" parent and most days it’s just ridiculous. So here's to talking about what really is going on behind closed doors. Damn it...."Hudson, how many times have I told you not to put your finger in the dogs butt!!!!"