Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Bad Mom's Club

Once the Hubs and I found out about our demon spawn... errr, lovely bundle of joy the many comeptimoms, super moms, whatever you want to define the Mom's with the attitude of "My child is a God" blah blah blah, "My child is SO advanced," blah blah blah started seeping out of the woodwork.  Okay Lady, really, I don't care.  What I care about is my child and how happy they are.  I don't care about what percentile your child is in for weight as opposed to height.  So you're throwing this at me... why?  I will not ever understand these types of women.  For my friends, I am beyond happy when their children are doing well.  The same for my family.  For these types of women... sorry, I can't seem to gather the energy to really care about you.  Really, just stop.  If you want to compete, find someone else to do it with.  *Ahem*  Sorry, these women really just annoy me to no end.

That's when I started doing a little research, I can't even recall what I was typing into Google.  It's a wondrous thing, as friends have pointed out when their blogs are searched for or stumbled on.  I'll just stop there... Lol.  Anyway, I came across The Bad Mom's Club Philosophy, and I couldn't agree more.  Mischief. Mayhem. Binkies.

I'm not looking to define myself by any means, though I suppose by doing that, I did just that.  I'm a Bad Mom.  But, as stated in the philosophy, it's a "celebration of independence from the tyranny of 'Good'-with-a-capital-G."  I think I can live with that.

I love this website.  I urge every mother to check it out, especially a first time mother.  I'm not sure about every other first time mother, but with all of these competimoms seeping out of the woodwork at me it was a lot of pressure until I finally got to the point of "SCREW YOU!"  I got there, and it wasn't pretty.  I lost some friends over it.  I do not even pretend to know what I'm doing 100% of the time because that is pointless.

I'm sure that Mina will likely grow up and one day look at me and say, "Mom I just want you to know that you scarred me for life when you did this, this, and that."
And I'll say, "Ya know, you scarred me for life when I gave birth to you.  I had to have stitches." 
Of course, at that point she'll probably be screaming, "Eeeewwww, gross!!!"  Bahahahahaha!
My Mom made plenty of mistakes while I was growing up.  It's part of parenthood.  I'm going to make plenty of mistakes too, but those are my mistakes to make.  I'll ask for advice along the way, take some of it, and leave the rest.  Thankfully, I have some awesome friends to help me out along the way... and I've learned to leave the competimoms eating my dust... or kissing my ass.  Maybe both.  =)


Mrs. Snugglebunny said...

haha you scared me for life, i have stitches. i can't wait until ev is older to use that

Aleah said...

I love that Bad Moms Club; too awesome!

And since we're competing... how dare you formula feed/joke about a beautiful natural process like childbirth/not have your child already enrolled in a super exclusive private prep school!

Bad Mommy!!!

SuziG said...

Well, since we're competing at all... How dare you whip your boob out in public. Don't you know that those sexual objects? And why would you want to send your child to a private prep school, don't you know those places brainwash children? :P

You Bad Mommy You!! Bahahahaha!

Sindorella said...

Dude, awesome site. BOOKMARKED! Thanks for sharing it!