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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Guest Blogger: Amber from Unladylike Behavior

I didn't write anything today. I don't have any ideas and I'm too tired to think of something. Plus I'm taking your advice and spending some quality time with Child 2. He's been sitting on me for hours now. Awesome. So, I asked El Twitter if anybody felt like whipping up a guest post for me real quick like, and CHECK IT OUT!!! I scored!!!!! May I present Amber, who blogs at Unladylike Behavior (love that name!) I, naturally, have some things to say about what she's talking about but I'll put my comments in the comments instead of taking up more space here. Didn't I say I had nothing to say today? SHUT UP, Jill!


Truth Behind the Lady
By Amber, from Unladylike Behavior

All my life I’ve always known that I’ve wanted to be a mother. The youngest of two, I grew up wishing, praying, and hoping for a little brother. Alas, my wish was never granted. I resorted to dressing up the dog and playing with the neighbor’s daughter, 5 years my junior. When I reached puberty I began to pimp myself out as the town’s most well-known babysitter. I was a damn good babysitter, and I made a hell of a lot of money at it. Each night I spent tucking these precious children into their beds I wondered when I would be singing the bed-bite song to one of my own.

It’s not that I am or ever was desperate for children. I’ve never tried to rush it. I simply knew that when the time came it’s something that would bring even more happiness into an already contented life.

It’s what I’m meant to do, right?

Do you want to know the truth? I’m terrified. I’m a fucking mess, how am I ever going to be capable enough to raise a child? When my dog wakes me at 3am to go to the bathroom I can barely muster ‘lay back down, it’s too early’ before my eyes are closed again. And dinner? How do people do it? When I make it home from work my first stop is for a glass of wine then I mull over the contents of my mostly-empty fridge. In the end I’ll probably decide that eating cookies for dinner really isn’t that bad, so long as they’re oatmeal chocolate chip. Hey, if I can have it for breakfast, who’s to say I can’t have it for dinner? God knows you can’t feed a child dessert for dinner. I think they cover that in Child Rearing 101.

I know I’m young, I know everyone is scared, I know blah blah blah. Still, none of that does anything for this voice in the back of my head that says ‘you’ll never be a good enough mother’.

How do you do it?



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I never wanted to be a parent. I was content sleeping late, going to bed late, and playing video games all night long with my husband. I went shopping for stuff I didn't need, ate out 3-4 times a week, bought a new car every two years, and a new handbag every other month it seemed.

After 10 years on birth control, I was sick of being the sole party responsible for preventing a pregnancy. My husband's clock was ticking WAY louder than mine was (he's 7 years older than I am). So, I said, "Fuck it, I'm done" and stopped picking up my BC at the pharmacy on a whim. I'd mentioned to my PCP that I was considering stopping BC but I never told her explicitly I was. She mentioned in passing it could take 6 months to a year to get pregnant. That bitch LIED! I was pregnant in less than 2 months.

Now, if you saw where I shopped all the time, you'll probably come to the conclusion that I'm a vapid bitch. Spot on. I'm selfish, and I know this. And when I took the pregnancy test, I cried. And not because I was happy. I knew my 'life' was over. I have no patience for children. I was one of 'those people' that glared at parents who brought their children to nice restaurants. I sighed when parents brought their children to the movies. And I was about to have one. *sigh*

Flash forward 3 years and 2 months. My kid is the shit. He drives me bananas. I'm a shitty parent one day, and I'm a wicked awesome parent the next. He vomits in my hair, and I don't utter a peep. I clean it up, and I move on while my husband is in the corner dry heaving.

You'll find your way. I did.
2 replies · active 730 weeks ago
Oh, I will be the parent in the corner dry heaving. Did I mention I have a thing with vomit?
And the purse thing, the eating out, the shopping for stuff I don't need... yup, that's me, too. Maybe we can form a club. We'll call it the 'I Love Me' club. Or the 'Selfish Bitch' club, whatever.
I like you! We should be blog friends! *runs off to add your blog to my blogger feed*
Oh, and no, they don't cover 'what your kid can eat' in child rearing 101. They show you how to put a onesie on a plastic doll. If that doll would have been MY kid, I would've ripped its arms off, and put the onesie on that way. My advice? Baby kimonos.
1 reply · active less than 1 minute ago
Baby Kimonos. Note taken, must start stocking up...

Amber
Okay...super secret time...don't tell anyone what I'm about to say...seriously...I mean it...

WE ALL FEEL THIS WAY!!! Before my kids were born, I was exactly the same. Slept a whole Saturday away, ate garbage for dinner, vegged in front of the TV, whatever.

But then, the kiddies come and you just do it. You figure it out. Not sure if you're pregnant or just thinking about it, but all that you're feeling is totally normal.

No one is ever really ready. You think you're ready, and then you have this squirmy little baby and you are SO. NOT. FREAKING. READY.

But you figure it out and your first kid gets all the mistakes and you're sure you've ruined them...but they end up okay. Then your second gets a few less mistakes...we'll see how number 3 goes :)
My recent post Sick Puppies
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I'm also scared of the thought of losing all that sleep. See, I'm not too pleasant when I lose an hour, let alone a whole week - no, month... wait YEARS of sleep!

Just ask Zack. I'm sure he's terrified about that, too.
Duct tape & chloroform.

Okay, okay. Not really.

Seriously...one foot in front of the other. And eventually you figure out what works for you. The best thing you can ever do for yourself as a mother is accept that you are not going to be "perfect" but that if you always desire the best & healthiest (physically, mentally, emotionally) for your kids and work towards that...you will be the perfect mother for them. And sometimes, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are okay for breakfast. Truly.
My recent post Why Florida Sucks…A guest post by Carri Brown from Adventures in Mommyhood
Dude, I typed a fucking long ass post BEFORE the child rearing one that was hilarious, self-deprecating and awesome. And something happened to it. </3 sad.
2 replies · active 730 weeks ago
Found it! :)
That's because you're an awesome chick! See, typed it on the fly, coherent AND pretty good, right? RIGHT?! ;-)
I just close my eyes and hope I don't fall off a cliff somewhere.
before my spawn was born, when i was about 7 mo. pregnant, i had a breakdown at Rite Aid. Yes. fucking RITE. AID. I was walking past the baby aisle and i realized my life was over. cue water works. And lord knows a crying pregnant lady is ALWAYS easy to ignore.

But after a Cadbury Bar and a bag of doritos, and a resounding hour of "Oh, woe is me!" i got over it. The freak out HAS to happen. because your paradigm is about to shift in a big way.

Change ain't easy-- but it turns out our kids are awesome, and kinda make up for the sucky part. kinda. Gin helps too. ^_^
My recent post scrilla!
2 replies · active 730 weeks ago
A meltdown at Rite Aid! I don't mean to laugh at your traumatizing experience, but... it is a little laugh-worthy, isn't it?
TOTALLY laugh worthy. and kinda pathetic. ;)
My recent post scrilla!
Anyone who tells you they feel like a "good enough" mom is lying through their teeth. You'll beat yourself up quite a bit that first year (and beyond, though you'll figure out a decent way to self-medicate with alcohol) and once it's over, you'll discover it wasn't so bad. It's a lot like skydiving. Terrifying. Until you've done it. And then, you're all like, "hey that was fun, let's do it again."

The amazing thing about motherhood is discovering just how much you're truly capable of.
My recent post Another Day in the Life
1 reply · active 730 weeks ago
I'm sensing an alcohol theme here... :)
Thanks for the great comments! Actually, everyone here - thank you!
with a whisky every now and again when it's REALLY, REALLY necessary. I'm not a total dirt bag though--I wait till after dinner :) Hmm...it's 7 years and 2 kids later and I'm still exhausted. Don't listen to me though, because a lot of my peeps have told me that my blog is like birth control.
My recent post Get OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE- Dear
A whiskey after dinner, I think I can handle that. Wait, dinner's at 3, right?
1 reply · active 730 weeks ago
I am going to link one of my blog posts because it addresses just this issue. How DO you do it? Well you just DO. - http://whatrhymeswithwillis.blogspot.com/2011/03/...

I hope you find that helpful!
dinner's whenever SWEET LADY WHISKY gets round to it.
My recent post Get OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE- Dear
Its almost like you wrote the post for me!

I grew up with no career goals in mind - I wanting nothing more than to be a full-time mother. Now 27 years of age married for 2 years and 4 months pregnant I couldn't be more scared!

Maury Povich... those biatches on there who are 12 years old and say their ready are SOOOOOO wrong! How could they be ready if Im not! Ive got everything I need to be ready. A House, A Yard, A Great Job, A Husband, a Fabulous Family {that live close} and no worry in the world.... YET IM TERRIFIED!!!!

I hear you Amber! I hear you!

XO
T
I wanted to be a mom. I wanted SIX fucking kids. I wanted to be June Fucking Cleaver!

I

AM

NOT

June Fucking Cleaver. I'm more like Roseanne with OCD. My kids eat what they eat, and fuck anyone who tries to say something to me about it. Like everyone else pretty much said, some days I feel like I've got this shit wrapped up with a nice pretty bow.. MOST DAYS..I'm pretty sure I'm failing miserably. When I found out I was pregnant. (Coleman was a surprise)... I was actually THRILLED... BUT...when the day came to leave the hospital. They put me in the wheel chair, handed me my son, and backed me out into the hallway. I looked into the room I'd spent the last few days in...

AND BUSTED OUT CRYING! I was scared to death, and the absolute LAST thing I wanted to do was go home with this child and be responsible for him. I cried all the way home, and I'm pretty sure I didn't stop until his first or second birthday! I WAS A MESS!!!

We all are. June Cleaver is a myth. You'll be the best mom for your kids, because they're your kids. No one will ever know them better than you. It just happens. It comes with the job. :-) Personally, I can't drink, but I know many who do and they say it helps.
My recent post “Free”
When the time comes, you do it. You just do. Period. If there were ever a person less qualified to be a parent than me, I would like to meet them. But here I am 13 years later. Two pretty awesome kids. One of them with special needs. Who would have thought? You do it because their your kids.
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I had a lot to say but everybody has pretty much said what I was going to say. My entire blog is about how I have no idea what I'm doing, and I've already been at this for 9 years!

Whatever you do, don't read the book Operating Instructions until your first born is at least 6 months old. Seriously. Trust me on this one.
I thought I would be a great parent...
Until I got pregnant.
9 months of worry and anxiety about what to do with this creature.
She's 11 months old and I still don't know what the Hell I'm doing.
My recent post Day 64
I assumed everything would work out. My wife was worried about having children while we were a newlywed struggling couple...but I got her pregnant anyway. I said, no one is ever ready to have kids until they are too old to have kids. I found that there are plenty of people willing to tell you how to raise your child. I also found them to be rather annoying. Free advice being worth every penny and all. I think I worry about lots of stuff, but not really about this. Kids want to love you and be loved by you. Just make it easy for them to do that and it will be cool. I worry about stuff like, toddlers around swimming pools, kids riding bikes after dark, and teens cruising with their friends looking for excitement. Not that I am a crappy parent, I accepted that I probably am very crappy like most parents.

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