Have you ever had one of those days where you wish your hair
would just fall out so you don’t have the urge to fucking pull it out? life and
times of the pregnant house mom. The 20 month old little terrorist boy temper
tantruming on the floor, the baby girl in the belly making you wanna shit
yourself with her minute kicks to the cervix, but I wanted this right? Don't we
all watch those wonderful shows that portray motherhood, marriage, life...
death being so wonderful and bliss like, then it happens to us mere mortals.
The glowing skin of the pregnant woman, which is actually her face boiling with
the urge to go all hulk on some ones
ass, or the wonderful smile the family has as they walk down the street,
husband, kids. that smile... yeah... that smile is what is stopping mommy from
swearing at the top of her lungs at every little annoyance, well maybe not
stopping, but how well can you really say "stop fucking doing that!",
with a damn nice hard smile on? Wonderful start to a story eh? Well if you’re
not a hoity - toity bitch that gets everything she’s wanted from the time she
was in utero your days go like this sometimes, well most of the time. Don’t get
me wrong, I love my family to death but sometimes I really enjoy entertaining
the thought of there being life on mars
at which they come down, abduct me and probe the shit outta me. Happy, happy
joy joy!
You know, half the days I’m super mom, wash the dishes,
clean the house, and play stupid games with the boy. The other half it seems
like Satan is running threw my veins. I don’t know if I’m just crazy or if
every mom goes through this crap, but of course no one will talk about it
because if you vocalize your utter frustrations and well at sometimes complete
hate for your life as a parent, god may smite you with a fucking thunderbolt or
something, or just as bad, a dumb bitch may report you to CPS as a negligent
psycho hose beast who hates your kids... or something to that regard. I hate
how being a young mother can make you feel so isolated and alone, when I
thought it would bring me closer to people, other moms, mom and tot germ
fest... ahhhhelm, I mean play dates. All the mothers I meet at the park or the
train station for that matter would never mention the time you watch your son
slowly sticking his finger into the fan while you think to yourself, "At
least if he hurts himself we would have something to do today." or again,
is that just me? Why do we as people, mothers, have to be so fake, so "my
kid is the cutest, bestest, smartest and I never get annoyed with him
EVER!"? I do however, out of pride and sheer vanity, think that my son is
the custest, bestest, smartest but I also at times find him to be the most
annoying and goofiest dude out there. Being a super mom is like the myth of
Hannah Montana, half wonderful rich perfect bitch, but beyond all that she’s
just a normal everyday loser.
Well thats how I saw my world today,
stick around for more hopeless shenanigans.
