Eeyah, GreenWarrior, The Boy...the Incredible Human I Get to Claim as My Son Note: Ten years ago, in the chilly wee hours of a February morning, I gave birth to my firstborn, whom we refer to online (usually) as Green Warrior. However, my second child, The Girl, affectionately named him "Eeyah" though I am fairly certain she is capable of correctly pronouncing his first name. She is nearing two, he is ten. I do not "get" the Green Warrior reference completely, so I, for ease of use, hereby declare the title of his persona in the World Wide Web...Eeyah. I think I might type Eea for short. Just thought I'd clarify. Eea is amazing. Incredible. Unbelievable. And sometimes just damn confusing. His startling intelligence and loving disposition make up for the amount of frustration I feel when doing what I refer to as my "mom job." I know most parents are supposedly biased and tout their own offspring as the smartest, cutest, s...
I am a terrible mother. Here's why: 1) Sometimes my children are up past 8pm. 2) When feverish or teething, my children take children's acetaminophen. And it's red. And they like it. 3) They have had all of their shots. 4) My daughter goes topless at home. 5) I don't shut the blinds OR the front door. 6) We don't wind up the cords from the blinds either. They dangle freely like vines in a jungle. 7) My children have both painted before age 2. And used crayons. And markers. And glue. It tastes good. 8) My children eat Happy Meals. Chicken nuggets have white meat in them, never mind the percentage that is actual meat. 9) Apple Dippers? WTF?? I stopped asking if they'd like Apple Dippers. They wanted fries. And now Apple Dippers come in Happy Meals anyway. 10) Our vegetables and fruits are not organic. 11) Our meat may or may not b...
Today I went to a well-known day spa in our fair city and had an aloe and herb body wrap. I was scared, ashamed, scared, unsure, curious, excited, scared...you get the point. You may be wondering, "What's the big deal? Why is Pattermomma so damn scared?" Well... Two children and various stages of using food or the control of food as medicine have left my body in not the most attractive of states. I am the heaviest I have ever been (maybe...I think I might have dropped a couple pounds this summer), and had my youngest in November. It takes some of us mommas a little longer than others to return to what is now the New Normal. My belly is floppy, my breasts are suffering from gravity, and what the hell happened to my ass and thighs? Since when did I start looking like...a Mother? I often thank the Fates that I am no longer the naive youngun' I was in my early twenties, but I also curse those same Fates for removing the physical perfection along...
Comments
Post a Comment