Sunday, March 15, 2009

Misery loves Company, but hates Stale Bread...

Damn you Mammy Bloggers!!!!! I was all set to sit down and write a scathing review of all the things that are currently stressing me out (finances, teething, state of the government, really expensive bread at the petrol station that's set to go off in two hours...) but then decided to have a quick read of what some of my favourite "Other Mothers" had been up to first....

ArtyFeminist was busy being vomited on by her daughter.

Jen's Rantings were filled with mourning for the loss of her "clarity of thought" due to baby brain.

had gotten herself a lovely new bag which met with the approval of a "petite, Italian, Homosexual"

and xboxfornappyrash and his wife were given the all clear for trying IUI (intrauterine insemination) and then given a lesson in injecting mad dutch hormones into her thigh.

By the time I finished catching up with everyone, my rage at the world had diminished somewhat. It wasn't that anyone had written anything particularly uplifting, I mean, come on! Having your hand VOMITED into? EW! But somehow, reading about their own trials and tribulations (and cool new handbags!) had me being a little more chilled out about my own.

I'm still having panic attacks at my self imposed impending deadline for finishing the book and finding an agent (10 weeks Tuesday! Baby's a coming!)

The Snot Queen's ongoing battle with the tooth fairy continues to threaten my ever more delicate mental health.

I am becoming more and more frustrated with the overweight, bloated buffoons who are in charge of cleaning up the nation's economy when in fact THEY ARE THE PROBLEM!!!!!

And the thought of what's going to happen when my partner's current contract runs out makes my panic at meeting my self imposed deadline all the more fierce (and no, not the Tyra Banks "Pout your lips and squint your eyes" kind of fierce)

I suppose it's true what they say, misery does love company, or at least the knowledge that we're all in this together.

Although I'm still pretty pissed off about the bread...


  1. I hate to point out how I'm most definitely not a mammy ;-)


    I would say that that belly shot up there is great but that would be kind of creepy of me, but it is great.

  2. Oh honey, lets us pregnant mammies have a virtual bottle of wine each, throw the feet up on the couch and say 'feck it' to the world........

  3. Didn't you know that Artificial Reproduction is obviously the work of the devil and in the wrong hands could lead to such catastrophic results as homosexuals and single women being aloud to reproduce and raise children? (shock! horror!) In Holy, catholic Ireland, this is most definitely a no-no! Blaspheme my good sir! Blaspheme! lol

    P.S Whoops on the mammy front, I actually thought of that as I was typing but my quickly dissolving brain did not retain the thought and before I knew it, you'd been published as a mammy:) Loving your blog and your article in the times was great!

    Jen, I'm with you on the wine! feet are curled up beneath me, I've comandeered the laptop from the menfolk and now need to come up with some pearls of wisdom for today:)