Her Bad Mother

Friday, May 8, 2009

Friday On My Mind

Lo, it is Friday, and today, we shall have ice cream.

Or rather, she will have ice cream, and I will struggle to recover from whatever bizarre stomach virus is causing me to huddle under the bedcovers trying to not vomit.

(No, I am not pregnant. The husband got his boy parts snipped to avoid exactly that. That, however, is another story for another day. AM NOT PREGNANT. Am just probably dying from guinea pig flu or roostermonia or some such.)

I will struggle to recover, because it is Mother's Day this weekend, and I am determined to milk that for whatever quantity of pancakes and maple syrup it's worth. Also, I have a party to go to. When you get out as infrequently as I do, you don't let a little thing like projectile vomiting interfere with an excuse to put on dancing shoes.

While I'm recovering, you can amuse yourselves with the following:

1) My Mother Of The Year Award. Hard-won, I'd say. Most of you deserve it more than I do. Hell, you should probably just go ahead and steal the crown from me. Go ahead: do it.

2) My Letter To My Mother. It's mushy, but it's Mother's Day this weekend, so. What do you want from me?

3) My reflections on birth stories: the good, the bad and the sublime. See above re: mush, and bring hankies.

4) My new blog. Yes, really. After coming so very close to quitting blogging, what do I go and do? Build another blog! But it's a necessary thing, a pressure-relieving thing. It's a new space for me to stretch some of the mommy blogger muscles that I haven't really been into stretching here. It's a space for me to really play with topics and ideas and stories that have sort of fallen out of the narrative of Her Bad Mother. It's going to help me to be happier blogging here, because it will provide me with a there - and a their - if that makes sense. It's... well, go read it for yourselves.

5) My beautiful, beautiful boy, who gives Narcissus a good name, and who justifies, perfectly, the art of being amused and entranced by one's own reflection. Which, you know, suits me just fine.


Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Home Depot Is For Lovers

The lesson here: the course of true love never did run smooth. That, and think twice before slipping the tongue to strangers that you meet in the Home Depot interior doors and closet fittings aisle.

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Monday, May 4, 2009

Just Another (Very Possibly Slightly Less) Manic Monday

This might be the most hopeful Monday that I've had in some weeks - nobody in this house has been hospitalized since Friday, and I am not writing this from a public library terminal - but still. It's Monday. Something, somewhere, sucks, and it's probably headed my way.

Public Library Terminal.

Anyhoo. Good things:

1) You know about Canada Moms Blog, right? Right? Well, the first official Canada Moms Blog Getting Ready To Launch Party is going to be this coming Mothers' Day Weekend in Toronto. This Saturday - May 9, the day before Mothers' Day - from 2 - 5 we'll be joining the Bunch gang at their annual pre-Moms' Day bash and they'll help us kick-off Canada Moms Blog all glam-like. And we would love it love it love it if you would join us. Bring the kiddies! Get tattooed! Raise a glass to Canada Moms Blog and, you know, moms! (Read more about it at Canada Moms Blog, and leave us a comment if you think you might attend.)

2) You know about The World According To Mom project, right? Right? Well, last time I checked, both Canada and the US were part of the globe, so you should totally join in. We're currently at 250 posts from parents in 41 countries and in seven languages. Which is a little short of our goal of 80 countries - we did, after all, subtitle the project Around The World In 80 Clicks - but still pretty awesome. And it would be even more awesome if you'd consider - maybe in honour of Mothers' Day - doing a post, or spreading the word. And if you wanted to say that you were writing from Narnia or Oz or Middle Earth, well, I wouldn't say anything, because fictional territories should totally count.

3) I have a computer now. It's beautiful. It's not really mine (see my postscript on this post; HP is lending it to me, because I am sad and desperate and complicated, and they are all about making things happy and peaceful and simple) but isn't that the way that it always is with really beautiful things? Like peonies and sunsets and the way that sunlight dances on ocean waves at the height of summer? And cake? Okay, not cake.

Anyone want to send me cake?

(Yes, I closed comments, again. Because I want you to go here and say that you'll join us or here and say that you'll join us or for you to just use the time that you were going to spend commenting to bake me a cake.)

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