Her Bad Mother

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Better Than Pasties

Last year, there was this.

This year, there is this.

Any questions?

(PS - Am not drunk in those pictures. Okay, maybe a little. But really, that's not drunkage that you see there, preserved for all of internet eternity there on Liz's site. That's TIRED. WAS SO FUCKING TIRED.)

(PPS - I love those evil bitches even though they commited a gross violation of my person. Actually, I love them BECAUSE they commited a gross violation of my person. It's complicated.)

(PPPS - No, I'm not putting the pictures up here. I have my dignity. *cough.*)

Friday, July 27, 2007

Meanwhile, At BlogHer...

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

From A Distance

We're leaving soon. The car is packed, almost. The maps have been consulted, the route plotted, the schedule worked and reworked and reworked again (do we have time to detour to Frankenmuth? To stop at Target? To visit Joy?). We're ready. We're excited. Everything is perfect.

Except for this one small thing, this very small thing, this very small girl, to whom I have already said goodbye, whose cheeks I have already kissed and kissed and kissed and dampened with my tears (Mommy sad?).

I've said many goodbyes in my life. To family, to friends, to lovers; some tearful, some not. I still cry every time that I say goodbye to my own mother. I certainly cry when I say goodbye to my husband. But nothing quite prepares you for the tug-of-heart that is saying goodbye to your child, that is waving them off and knowing that you won't remain right around the corner, that you won't be there when they get home, that you won't be there to tuck them into bed. Knowing that you are putting an impossible distance between the two of you, knowing that you are losing time that you can never get back.

My heart aches and yearns to stretch, to fling itself into her pocket and go with her wherever she goes, stay with her no matter how far I go, to stretch and stretch and stretch across the distance, across whatever distance, for however long, until I am pulled back and clutching her, my heart-wrapped her, to my breast again.

Future album cover.

She'll be fine, I know. More than fine. She'll be with her Da, revelling in summer. And I'll be fine, too. More than fine.

But I'll still feel, keenly, the stretching of my heart.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Baths, Not: A WonderBaby Jam

WonderBaby likes her friends, her Daddy, her cat and bedtime; could live without Mommy, and baths...

File this under Dubious Achievements, 2007: after many, many hours, most of which would have been better spent pursuing world peace or building her portfolio of paper-clip art, Her Bad Mother finally figures out how to upload video, which is really pointless, seeing as she has the film-making skills of a drunk Luddite with no hands.

Note that, when asked who she loves, WonderBaby names friends, Daddy and the cat before finally coming 'round to Mommy. Note, too, that the focus of Mommy's camera keeps vascillating between WonderBaby and the bottle of vermouth behind her. These two things are almost certainly unrelated.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Sunday Miscellany

WonderBaby sez: Suffrage Rox!!!

1) There's still time to vote for which cause you'd like to see BlogHers Act Canada pursue in the coming year - you have until midnight tonight. You don't need to be a her, or Canadian, or even active to make your preferences known. If you support women blogging for a cause, and if you think that what happens in Canada matters to the world, even just a little bit (how good would it be if we took the lead in signing the Kyoto agreement? if we elected a female Prime Minister who supported women's issues? if we improved our health care system? were a better model of how mass democracies can prosper and take care of their own, and others?), then have your say. We want to hear. Vote now.

2) Wanna know what happens when a handful of desperate mom-bloggers decide to hit the open road and tear a green streak across America (well, the southern Ontario region of Canada and parts of Michigan and Illinois, anyway)? Read about it here, and here, and then follow the trip this week as we try to green our way to Chicago. It will not disappoint, I promise you.

3) This weekend in the Basement: when online friendships go bad.

4) Never any shortage of kick-ass meta-chatting here. You should be reading it. Or writing it. (Details at the site.)

5) I know it's old news, but still. It's important.