I am so much more than a mom and parenting blogger

Yesterday FTD and I were discussing my post about my frustrations with the dirty media, when he said, "What does that have to do with kids or parenting?"

Instantly I said, "Everything! I don't want Ollie watching the news when it plays out like a Quentin Tarantino film!"

FTD said, "No, that is not what I mean... that post is just very opinionated about the news sucking in general, not how it affects our family that is not very Mommy Blogger-ish."


I asked FTD why I couldn't write what I wanted? Why do I have to stay in the mommy or parenting box?  I am so much more than a mom or a parenting blogger! I have lots of other things to say, I should be able to write about them. It's my damn blog, I can do what I want!


Thanks to this epiphany, I have decided that on Fridays I am going to talk about whatever the hell I want, or more like, whatever the hell is on my mind besides being Ollie's mom!  Like some people write a "Fiction Friday" post, I am going to write a "Fuck it Friday"or FI FRI post.  Because I can say what I want!  FTD thinks I should call it Freedom, or Free for all Friday to appease the masses.  He is always against F bombs... I say, Fuck that!  It's Fuck it Friday!  If I cannot say fuck out loud in my own house, the least I can do is let it out on my blog... (that felt really good, and a bit naughty... I swaer I am 34 and not 7 on a playground!

I officially declare today's post FI Fri.

So, what's on my non-mom mind...

For starters, it is not the news!

What else is on my mind...

Earlier today I was facing my full length mirror trying to press in my fat. you know, so I could see what I would look like without the muffin top... As I stood there looking at the lumpiness that is still screaming postpartum pooch, I had a moment of panic... What if my pre-baby body is not under the fat?!

Hello...  I gained 55 pounds with Oliver! 

Seriously!!  What if my entire body has changed?  What if my hips are wider, my ass is closer to my feet than shoulders and boobs are always going to be milk-factory-massive?  I am still so well padded pushing in on my fat doesn't even give away any clues!  Because of this... it's official... I am buying an elliptical machine!  It is clear that I cannot control my insatiable appetite, so if I want to lose the pooch I need to move my ass.  Don't worry, like all of the other failed weight loss attempts, I will let you know how this works out for me.

What else is on my mind...

The Bloggies... the voting closes on Sunday.  I am beginning to get so nervous.  I really want to win so bad.  I am up against some really great blogs, but I keep reminding myself not to pick up the victim stick... My blog is good too. I am just afraid to get my hopes up and then not win.  I cried enough through my pregnancy and first few month postpartum, I don't want to cry anymore.  I just cannot stop thinking about how if we win, what it might do for my family.  Will this catapult my writing and/or blog into a new arena?  Will it help us to stop living diaper to diaper?  (Ok, its not that bad, but we live in a tiny flat, it's time for a house!)

Part of me is glad the voting closes on Sunday because then I can move on and let go, the other part of me doesn't want it to end, because as of now,  I am still the possible winner...  I keep reminding myself what an honor it is to be a finalist... then the devil inside says, fuck that, we need to win!

If you have not already voted, Please please please click here to do so!

So, anyways, back to this new Fuck It Friday business... Now that Ollie is one, and I have declared 2013 the year of creating a balance between motherhood and ME, it's only right that I dedicate one day of the week to me and my feelings! I hope you are cool with it too, because I am really excited to have an open day to write whatever I want, without the fear that it will not fit into the mommy blog genre.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and again if you have not had a chance to vote yet, please vote for me before voting ends on Sunday.