Apparently my post-partum brain has gotten the best of me and I forgot to reschedule my radio show for tonight. The show went on without me last night, as evidenced by my archives (0 listeners -- yeah, NO DUH -- 0 host). If the kind authors of BPYM will humor me, I'm hoping to have them on next week. In the meanwhile, go read all my links and come back tomorrow.
I actually nursed my son while I was on the toilet the other day. Now if that doesn't make me the poster child of post-partum bliss, then what will?
MILFS? Eat your heart out.
So today, I give you more fabulous links -- sort of like a scavenger hunt of the blogosphere. Please humor me.
1) Tonight two of the authors of Babyproofing Your Marriage will be on my radio show from 9-10pm EST. (646) 915-8634. If you can't join me live, then please leave me a comment here or an email and then listen via iTunes or that media player over in my left sidebar. Ask them some questions and join in the banter, I mean, unless you're that special person that was totally prepared for the havoc having children would wreak on your relationship and are still totally infactuated with your spouse. Heh.
2) If you didn't read the sex column, then you should. I use the words "tickler" and "anal tonight" all in one essay. Now if that's not saying something...
3) Amidst all this baby shit (literally), I've been struggling with this whole "Not easier, just different" thing that people are trying to tell me about my toddler turned 14 year old. I guess we'll always have sleepless nights, huh? I wrote about it over at Dot-Moms.
4) Many wonderful, kind people sent Drew gifts. And I offer them my linky love and shout outs over at my Reviews Blog. Be nice. Go say hello.
With the emergence of Babble and half a dozen other "hipsta - urban parent" blog outlets, I'm starting to realize that I'm far from cool.
Basically, I'm warm. Luke warm.
At one point in my life, I might have considered myself to be fairly "in-the-know" -- whatever that means exactly. It's such a subjective term and quite frankly if "cool" means anything close to what the mainstream is touting these days, then I'm sort of glad I'm not.
But if it means being funky, different, and downright fan-fucking-tabulous, then oh-how-I-wish to be cool.
And as I read I wonder... Is there no softer side? No room for flashing princess shoes? No shopping at Old Navy? No space for the weepy, overdramatic mother of a growing brood? Is that so totally UNCOOL now?
Part of me enjoys the variety of blogs I write, and the various personas they represent. Do I curse and talk about balls for the majority of my day? God. I hope not. And I'm certainly not the uber indy shopper when I'm perusing the clearance racks at Target. Hello. Even Cool Moms do sales.
And so, I think that where I am, in this mix of suburban meets hipster-wanna-be meets child-led parent who just so happens to wear dark-rimmed glasses (at night, that is), is pretty darn cool. Sometimes I don't drink and I don't curse. Sometimes I crush hard on my kids, dress her in floofy dresses, and buy princess pillow cases.
Maybe it's time to let hip be square or whatever other shape you want it to be and let uncool be the new cool.
Motherhood Uncensored. Tragically un-hip and loving every fucking minute of it.