With Valentine’s Day rapidly approaching, moms everywhere are in the thick of the parental guilt zone. Should you buy those cheap and easy perforated cards from the store and risk being the only Lazy Mom in the class? Or should you spend hours handcrafting delightfully creative expressions of little Suzy’s personality and miss out on sleep for a week? Is there a middle ground?
If you’re like me, you’ll be right in the middle of one completely unnecessary guilt bubble when another bobs to the surface: what the hell am I doing for my husband?!
To entertain myself and fight off any tiny urge to spend hours crafting valentines that kids will immediately throw out, I came up with some brutally honest valentines for parents. You’re welcome.
The millions of people who took to the streets all over the world this weekend in a show of solidarity for women’s rights (and, really, human rights) left me feeling energized and incredibly inspired. The fact that the Women’s March protests were peaceful and charged with positivity makes them even more powerful.
I got lost in the deepest depths of the internet looking at photos from marches all over the world and had to share some of my favorites. While there were plenty of giggle-inducing jabs at Donald Trump, I decided to leave them out (well, except for the Supergirl one which doesn’t make fun of him as much as confront him). I truly believe that not resorting to spewing hate and name calling makes the message so much stronger.
Like Michelle Obama said “When they go low, we go high.”
20 of the best signs from the Women’s March
Some women feel like they’re ready. Others try for years before they get pregnant or before an adoption becomes final. None of these were my experience. In fact, I couldn’t have been less ready or more surprised to become a mom.
Here’s the thing though: we all have completely different, one hundred percent unique experiences when it comes to becoming a mother.
Somehow though, we’re always fed the same narrative:
Girl meets man of her dreams.
Man pops the question.
Girl gets married.
Girl gets pregnant.
Girl, man and child live happily ever after. The end.
But life doesn’t follow a script. In fact, it doesn’t give a shit about your script. Your script is actually a fantasy and life will do whatever the hell it wants with you. It’s your job to roll with the punches.
It’s just really scary to roll with the punches when that punch happens to be a brand new life that you’re in charge of.
I’m sharing my story of becoming a mom (and all of the fears that went along with it) on Glamamom today. If you like it, please share it—especially with new or soon-to-be moms who might not realize we were all terrified once.
What scared (or scares) you about becoming a mom?
I was already sweating. Crammed in between chairs and dodging elbows attached to scissor wielding hands that were dancing around wet heads, I didn’t have space to take off my jacket or my huge scarf. So I stood there, smiling at the reflection of my daughter. She was silently cringing as a stranger brushed her hair, which was a hilarious contrast to the seemingly uncontrollable screeches I got treated to when I did the same thing. I caught her eye and smiled at her before getting sucked in to the conversation happening next to me.
“So you’re watching the kids today, eh?”
A small Italian man with a big New York City accent was snipping away at another man’s head, the guy’s newly shorn sons wrestling in a chair nearby.
“Giving the wife a break?”
That’s all it took. Frustration and rage boiled up inside of me until I felt like a kettle on the verge of shrieking. I felt my face become tomato red as the two men chuckled and shrugged as if they each understood what it was like to have to take one for the team.
There were so many things I wanted to say right then.
I’ve mentioned once or twice or a million times that I’m an awards show junkie. I realize that they’re silly and sometimes really boring and have little to no effect on society or my day-to-day life. But I don’t care. I like seeing people get all dressed up and sparkly and watching them cry happy tears and make heartfelt speeches. I enjoy the grand spectacle, even if some people (my husband) don’t understand it.
That said, I am also a living, breathing, woman with a shit ton of insecurities. Seeing a bunch of already beautiful women glammed up and traipsing around in dresses that cost more than what’s in my bank account can be a tiny bit depressing—especially when I’m sitting on the couch in sweatpants from college with a messy top knot and a bowl of ice cream.
Enter the Bad Ass Babes of Hollywood. These ladies took to Instagram to make sure the rest of womankind realizes that they do not wake up like that by showing us the hilarious (relatable) ways they got ready to hit the red carpet.