tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post6887149008270255468..comments2023-11-25T06:26:42.044-05:00Comments on Breeding Imperfection: missing the pointZMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469113104449353180noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-6107940648588787562007-05-01T23:07:00.000-04:002007-05-01T23:07:00.000-04:00Hye, auntie - point taken. And I do like the flami...Hye, auntie - point taken. And I do like the flaming geyser idea...ZMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04469113104449353180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-25494504824585754052007-05-01T16:21:00.000-04:002007-05-01T16:21:00.000-04:00Ok, ok, so it wasn't the best example. But I have ...Ok, ok, so it wasn't the best example. But I have complete faith in your ability to beat them off with a stick, or failing that, stick their fancy hairdos in a flaming geyser.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-15948177156855784942007-04-29T00:17:00.000-04:002007-04-29T00:17:00.000-04:00lois, dear, thanks for the hug. I needed that! And...lois, dear, thanks for the hug. I needed that! And pirate's booty is cheddar cheese covered corn puffs. It is, by the way, delicious - and the same company makes something called Veggie Booty, a kale and spinach flavored corn puff that the Eldest adored.<BR/><BR/>Auntie A, do you remember what happened to Westley after he said that? (shudder) attack of the cranky supermoms...watch out, someone cut off their ritalin supply, and their nails are chipping! (eep)<BR/><BR/>Jill, seriously, a nose ring? I got a lousy second ear piercing and my parents stared at it all weekend. We really *must* meet someday!<BR/><BR/>but only if you'll still respect me if I admit that I have a cleaning lady in from time to time. I'm a neat freak, and she helps keep me sane, bless 'er. The Man wanted to stop the cleanings when we were cost-cutting, pre-Toddles' arrival, and a coworker took him aside.<BR/>'Don't touch the cleaning lady,' the coworker said, ominiously, 'trust me.'<BR/><BR/>So, she stayed. And she uses eco-friendly stuff, too. Gotta love my crazy town, where even the cleaning ladies have read Al Gore...ZMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04469113104449353180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-26069788894718014342007-04-28T22:42:00.000-04:002007-04-28T22:42:00.000-04:00Oh, I know how "they" do it. They have cleaning la...Oh, I know how "they" do it. They have cleaning ladies and nannies, horrible marriages, self-centered kids and doctors who hand out Xanax like Pez. My 11 year old told me the other day that he felt sorry for everyone else because they didn't have families as great as ours. What's better than that??<BR/><BR/>I guess I only really care what three people in my life think...my husband, boy #1 and boy #2. To heck with the rest. I'm fed up with the uber moms who give my nose ring disapproving looks and who ask boy #1 why he has long hair. Then there's the school principal who worried that boy #2 only does "solo" activities...maybe he should play soccer instead of guitar lessons. He's 8...he plays the electric guitar...I'm pretty sure the principal's kid still picks his nose and eats it. Grrr....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-48789180162377532762007-04-27T13:26:00.000-04:002007-04-27T13:26:00.000-04:00As a long-time observer and friend of many moms, I...As a long-time observer and friend of many moms, I can tell you that I have yet to meet this mythical supermom creature. (to paraphrase Wesley: "Supermoms? I don't believe they exist.")<BR/><BR/>Honestly, the fact that all my friends are raising kids who are turning out be good human beings, while at the same time functioning on insanely low levels of sleep, is mind-boggling and awe-inspiring. Are their houses always clean? Not likely. Are they having creative sex? Sex, yes. Creative? dunno. Do they whine/moan/grouse occasionally? Of course they do. <BR/><BR/>Who needs supermom when you have real people? Go MOM!<BR/><BR/>(Although I suppose it's possible that supermom's powers might be up to resolving the vegemite crisis...) :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-40717276842141366792007-04-26T16:26:00.000-04:002007-04-26T16:26:00.000-04:00((((((mama o'the matrices)))))((((((mama o'the matrices)))))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-14217251847038757222007-04-26T04:48:00.000-04:002007-04-26T04:48:00.000-04:00I have so, so been there. I hardly talk to my kids...I have so, so been there. I hardly talk to my kids' teachers at all. And the yelling, and the wanting to retire, and the kvetching.mother in israelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13715046177293916034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-6133482260459567142007-04-26T00:10:00.000-04:002007-04-26T00:10:00.000-04:00hunh? Bald?And just to complicate things, 'muck' a...hunh? Bald?<BR/><BR/>And just to complicate things, 'muck' actually means 'milk/water/desirable liquid.' Complicated kid, that one.<BR/><BR/>love the home-made vasectomy! I have to remember that one. (Ferrets and home made vasectomies. Must remember, must remember.)ZMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04469113104449353180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-58985623792725172452007-04-26T00:05:00.000-04:002007-04-26T00:05:00.000-04:00to be honest, supermoms are scary to me. having s...to be honest, supermoms are scary to me. having spent boy's entire life dealing with various heavy emotional issues (my own) i've been as far from supermom as is possible without actually leaving the planet. <BR/><BR/>you have a huge amount on your plate on an everyday basis. the fact that a) you're not bald and b) your kids are so well adjusted and c) your husband hasn't had a home-made vasectomy, speaks volumes of your ability to cope.<BR/><BR/>you may not see it, but you're actually doing an excellent job. who but you would understand that muck means milk :)dykewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17776768691386493709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-92112458917581645522007-04-25T16:33:00.000-04:002007-04-25T16:33:00.000-04:00Scared to ask what the bag of Pirate's Booty was.....Scared to ask what the bag of Pirate's Booty was...YIKES! <BR/><BR/>Muck! More muck!<BR/>:-D)<BR/>Gotta love their brains...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-13449277357473044122007-04-25T16:17:00.000-04:002007-04-25T16:17:00.000-04:00Hey, joy, thunk! I always found the cat in the hat...Hey, joy, thunk! I always found the cat in the hat a little unnerving. Maybe it was the ring around the bathtub bit, maybe the looming maternal specter, the fish in the fishbowl juggling...the bit where things go splat (shudder).<BR/><BR/>Blogger-T, of course it would be this hard with ordinary kids! In fact, the hardest part is the ordinary stuff - the sibling bits especially. This one throws, so that one throws a toy, too. Then the first throws something at the second, and on and on until something is broken and someone wailing. Sigh. <BR/><BR/>Oh yes, and I'm shrieking and hating myself for it. Entirely normal. Sigh 2.0ZMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04469113104449353180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-55427925642784877662007-04-25T15:09:00.000-04:002007-04-25T15:09:00.000-04:00It's always something!Do you really think that mot...It's always something!<BR/><BR/>Do you really think that mothering would be easier if you didn't have to deal constantly with life/death issues and emergencies, and with a world strikingly inconsiderate of your kiddies' needs?<BR/><BR/>HAH!<BR/><BR/>It's the same for all of us. The stakes are higher in your case -- much, much higher -- but those of us who play parenthood for lower stakes rarely notice the difference, even though we'd sleep better if we did.<BR/><BR/>Love!<BR/>- Ttobyr21@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08478279273433877261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-17973471079120092462007-04-25T12:37:00.000-04:002007-04-25T12:37:00.000-04:00oops, that should be Cat in the Hat. But actually,...oops, that should be Cat in the Hat. But actually, Cat in the Head works equally well. It is all in our heads, after all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19611777.post-23596822339520193102007-04-25T12:36:00.000-04:002007-04-25T12:36:00.000-04:00Your resignation has been accepted. Now bask in th...Your resignation has been accepted. Now bask in the f***-it-all attitude of those of us who have also recently quit and are better off juggling the consequences thereof than the attempt at perfection.<BR/><BR/>Cat-in-the-head explained it best: "I fan with my fan as I hop on my ball and that is not all oh no that is not all." That is what the cat said, then he fell on his head.<BR/><BR/>much love, <BR/>another supermom-myth-quitter who cannot manage to be an entertaining mum, understanding human, a decent housekeeper and run her own business all at once on less than five hours sleep (average, not consecutive) per nightAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com