It's a phrase that has been playing in my head over and over for several days. Cautiously Optimistic. When people ask me how I'm doing, it's what I want to say. How do you feel? Cautiously optimistic. I had a very painful experience with my mother this week. Years of anger and resentment, hurt over slights ...
Bullshit on the concept that being older means you are wiser. Bullshit that just because you've managed to keep from killing yourself or getting murdered in this life longer than I have meaning you deserve my respect. Bullshit on "Mother Knows Best" Bullshit that "One 'oh shit!' wipes out a thousand 'atta boys!' " Bullshit that I should be ...
My head is a bit foggy with everything that's going on. There is too much responsibility here, right now. I think I've taken on too much. I just need a few minutes, a few minutes to myself, to think quietly. I'm afraid of what I'll think during those minutes, though. I'm afraid of what decisions might be made. So I ...
This is one of those bullet-style random-ass posts that you probably hate. There are some interesting things going on in the blogosphere this week if you'd like something else to read - you can always see what Mommy Melee is doing (she's posting every day, whether it's ...
No matter what I do, it's never good enough for you. It makes me blue. I try so hard to be sympathetic, But no matter what you think I don't get it. Despite emails, letters, calls, and hugs, You accuse me of sweeping your problems under the rug. Your ...
First, I'd like to thank every one who commented on my post yesterday and told me about your relationships with your mothers. 20 stories, all so different, but with one main theme - our mothers change our lives, for better or for worse, and often both. Our mothers are important for one reason or ...
I planned four blog posts in my head from yesterday to this morning... but right now I feel too lost to start any of them. So today I have a question: What is your relationship with your mother like? I'm opening anonymous comments for this one, because I can understand the desire to speak anonymously about this ...
Today, I've decided to live-blog my day. Because I'm out of ideas for blog posts right now, and I haven't posted for a week, and my poor bloggy blog feels neglected, and I feel like I need to write something, or I'll just scream. No, I don't expect you to read this. It's mega-long. 6:00am: Alarm ...
I love my mother. I do. Sometimes, though…Sometimes she drives me absolutely bat-shit crazy.
This past week has been pretty brutal in the drama department with my mother. Today, Mother’s Day, was no exception. Yesterday, DaddyGeek took her to a tattoo parlor to get her second tattoo (she has a rose tattooed on her shoulder to signify GeekGirl, and wanted to add another to signify Geeklet). The tattoos are sweet, and we had no problem making the appointment and have DaddyGeek drive her there to get it done. When they got there, the place looked skeevy, though, so they didn’t complete their mission.
