I’m just a girl writing a blog.
A girl, with a bunch of kids, writing a blog.
A girl, with a bunch of kids, whom she loves very much, writing a blog.
But I am also a girl, with a bunch of kids, whom she sometimes wants to lock in a closet.
Or wrap in duct tape and attach to a wall.
Even though she loves them very much. Even though she loves being a mom very much.
I am a girl with a bunch of kids, who would go to the end of the Earth and back,
an infinite number of times,
for her children.
But that doesn’t mean my kids don’t piss me off, and it doesn’t mean there are parts of being a mom that I detest.
To the point that I need to use the f-word.
Like yesterday, when I wrote about my frustrations over potty training Number 6.
And if you want to tell me that I shouldn’t have kids because of that,
Let me point something out to all you Judge Judy’s out there…
When you leave a comment on a facebook page,
a comment like,
Get over it and don’t talk about your children that way. If you didn’t think you could potty train, then you shouldn’t have had a child,
people will click on your name.
They will go through all your pictures.
They will click
until they find something.
I know because I’ve done it.
I know because readers have done it too.
They have told me.
They are watching you.
All of you.
Now your douchey, insensitive, ignorant comments don’t really bother me.
I’m a seasoned mom.
And a pretty good one.
but a good fucking mom.
I said fucking.
But you know what?
There are other moms out there who are struggling.
Struggling with breast feeding.
Struggling with potty training.
With getting their kids to sleep through the night.
Or taking a nap.
Struggling with kids who refuse to eat a vegetable.
Or do their homework.
Struggling with separation anxiety.
Balancing compassion and caring with discipline and structure.
They worry about almost every move they make.
They beat themselves up.
And they start to go crazy.
And you know why?
Because of judgemental people like you.
Your judgemental and shitty comments really fuck those moms up.
shame on you.
Back to your pictures.
I see you spend a decent amount of time at church.
I’m not really a church going girl.
Say what you want about that.
I certainly don’t have all ten of the commandments memorized.
But I’m pretty sure none of them say,
Thou shalt not use the word fuck when your kid shits in his pants, every day.
I’m pretty sure none of them say,
Thou shalt not have kids unless you are going to totally enjoy every single aspect of having children.
But I do know that somewhere in the Bible is this quote:
Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.
And this one:
Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven.
And this one:
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.
If you are not going to follow the teachings of the church, then maybe you shouldn’t go to church.
Or teach vacation Bible school.
How about that?
But it’s not just that.
Your facebook pictures.
Back to those.
I really wanted you to not be a mom.
To have left that comment out of complete and total ignorance.
Then maybe I could have cut you a tiny break.
But I kept clicking on those pictures.
Until I found one with a caption that said,
He appears to be all grown up.
And that is what pushed me over the edge.
Mothers with grown up kids who seem to have forgotten.
Forgotten that sometimes,
you want to strangle your kids.
Sometimes, you don’t know if you are going to be able to do it for one more day.
after cleaning up the 437th pair of shit-filled, big-boy underpants,
Sometimes, all you want is to get the fuck away from your kids.
How did you forget that, Judge Judy?
How did you forget that feeling of hopelessness?
To the point that you want to pull your own hair out?
That need for a break? You never needed one of those?
Wanting a time out doesn’t make you a bad mom, Judge Judy.
It makes you an honest one.
And it makes you human.
So, in response to your comment,
I’ll get over it.
But how about YOU get over YOURSELF.
And if you don’t like the words you saw on my blog,
then maybe you shouldn’t have read them. 😀
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