Comments on: War wounds

By: Sericergy

Sericergy — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 19:50:33 +0000

http://youtubefacilitate.blogspot.com/2010/03/mckibben-feeling-joyce.html funny top videos fun free.

By: rubber duck

rubber duck — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:58:50 +0000

omg! your list was absolutely. laugh-out-loud-and-scare-all-in-earshot. hilarious.

thank you!

By: Helen

Helen — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:51:52 +0000

Yes, I asked my son WHY he thought it was OK to tell me I could actually leave and life would go on, unhindered, he told me that his daddy is more than capable of doing everything I do, only better and that really, why WAS I here? I answered that he had hurt my feelings and that was very unkind, he then said ” well, perhaps you should think before you ask questions you won’t like the answers to.” He was 6, you don’t even want to know what he thinks of me now he is 9 and yet, I am still here.
Having said all that, I have 3 adult children who now think I am quite the most splendid of people…it is so worth hanging on until they reach adulthood, it just feels like the childhood part takes forever.

By: Hopi

Hopi — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:48:13 +0000

You better get used to this kind of “abuse”. They are not trying to make you feel bad, at least when they are small. Smile, leave the room and forget it. These are just ways of becoming independent. And boys have a harder time, because they are always with their mothers and seldom with their fathers–unless dad is a stay at home.

Your daughters will do the same in a different way at different ages. How do I know all of this? I had six. They are grown now, and thank god I had a mother who explained all these things to me.

By: mom

mom — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:58:23 +0000

Daddies all shit rainbows. Don’t you know that already? And they’d don’t have fucked up postpartum asses either.

Stupid daddies.

By: Amy

Amy — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:23:12 +0000

oops…looks like you got the troops riled again! But I totally get it (hate the tags, the peeing and the roids!) and right now, after having spent the last 2 1/2 weeks running my child all over hell and gone every night and weekend after spending an entire day at the office so he could perform in a musical….I’m getting nothing but shit attitude. Can I just lock myself in my room please? It’s not fair and it drives me batshit crazy, but I get it. And I love your blog so vent away. And Jackie, I hope you find an alternative. I am blessed to have two beautiful boys (even when they’re a royal pain in my patooty) but I experienced several miscarriages in the process. It’s horrible and it messes with your body and your mind.

By: Tonya

Tonya — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:19:38 +0000

Great entry! I have been enjoying your blog.

By: Stefany

Stefany — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:38:47 +0000

Seriously, if we (as moms) didn’t make light of some parts of being a mother, life would be unbearable. As our kids grow up and become little people with minds (and attitudes) all their own, we have to keep a sense of humor.

Great post!

By: js

js — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:02:53 +0000

This post is fantastic. I agree with an above comment about kids “rejecting” the parent they feel 100% secure with. They also tend to “act out” more for that parent. My daughter can be a DEMON at my house, but is always awesome at her dads. Doesn’t make it ANY easier though! “If you love me the most, ACT LIKE IT! Make rainbows and stuff kid!” Also, Jae’s comment, the last part about the stretch marks? I just peed a little! Also, I didn’t have a vaginal birth, so WHY do I pee when I sneeze/cough/laugh too hard? Fuck.

By: Jae

Jae — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 04:20:56 +0000

Hahha, this post and the comments are hysterical. I haven’t LOL’d this hard at anything on the internet in ages.

And the Shar-pei tummy is soooooo true. I look effin’ hot standing up but when I sit down, it’s all over. Forget that I’m 15 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant, I still look like a lardass. Le sigh. At least I’ll look damn hot at my husband’s Christmas party this year instead of when I looked like Shamu last year.

Once, I took a close-up of one of my souvenir stretch marks on my stomach with my camera on my phone and texted it to my husband. He responded with “Dear God, what is that?!” and I wrote back “The rest of your life!”