I have been throwing around the idea of writing a book, and this is the start to see if it will be worth a shot. The book would be entitled "Cheetos for breakfast". The idea is that as a mother you have all these ideas about the perfect and wonderful experience it will be, but someone forgot to mention the ticket you receive that sends you straight to crazy town (blog url name).
Catching poop in a cup because you didn't want it to fall in the bath water, and being excited about it. Letting your daughter pee her pants in the car because you didn't want to get your newborn out in an utterly gross bathroom. How many times I have lactated on myself in public?
Cheetos for breakfast was one of the defining moments in motherhood. When my daughter looked at me and asked (at 7am when she had had no breakfast) "Can I have Cheetos". I of course, with a slight hesitation, said yes. I was tired and somehow didn't have the strength to explain why she couldn't have Cheetos for breakfast. If you ever told me that I would give my child Cheetos for breakfast I would have laughed in your face, as that is quite ridiculous, but I did.
I hope this blogs entertains mothers old and new. It is mostly for entertainment purposes as I doubt I have very many serious bones in my body. Those bones are used up at work, anyways.
I hope you enjoy and would love your feedback.
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I am sooo excited you have started doing this! You are one of the funniest people I know!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, yours is the first blog I've followed! You can propare me for motherhood and help me to understand the crazytown some of my friends inhabit!
ReplyDeleteI'm really interested in what you have to say, Faith, you say it with such humor.
ReplyDeleteWhile I haven't yet had to catch poop in a cup, I'm a new mom with a 9 year old with, well, a lot of bad habits from a neglectful family and less-than-desirable foster care experience. I think reality really hit me when taping socks to my son's hands at night so he won't suck his fingers became the norm. (fyi, teeth will not grow in when fingers are in the way for 9 years.)
Oh there are sooooo many more things I could say, and experiences I've had in the last 6 months, but this isn't my blog. :)