Welcome to Mean Mommy University!
If you are new here, I am so glad to see you have enrolled! This is a realm where mean moms gather to collaborate- (where we wickedly brainstorm and come up with mean ways to torture our kids...Like putting them to bed at a reasonable hour (you know, in the summer, when the sun’s still out) or like taking away the hand drill from the 6-year-old who was chasing their younger sibling in the act of terrorizing. True story. That younger sibling got tattooed with the drill bit between the eyes. Everyone’s fine, unharmed, but what did I hear?
“Mommy’s sOoOo MEAN!”
Alright- I admit it. They got a good lecture out of that one - but honestly, what did they expect me to do? Stand off to the side and cheerlead, dancing and singing, “2,4,6,8, say goodbye to the eye!”
This is a place where we as moms understand each other. Welcome to your online support group. Hopefully, we can get through the child raising years together with humor. We want to avoid bald-headed ladies who rip out their hair in frustration while potty training their toddlers. Heaven forbid they should opt for the toilet when there are so many other places in the house ‘unmarked’. Most of us have been there. As for myself, I’m tackling potty-training with baby # 3. I have to say, my plants are staying pretty well fertilized around here…so is my carpet...
So, I extend a warm welcome to you. Our motto here is: “I AM the law!”
Now ladies- you have to say this phrase with conviction- with feeling- You have to say it with attitude.
Hopefully you can get through your day with some humor…and come away a survivor. Maybe, after reading some glimpses into my family’s everyday life, you’ll come to realize that yours isn't so dysfunctional after all. Here, at my house, we put the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional.
I’ll introduce myself. My name is Camryn Hartle. I began this blog because I’m anxious for adult conversation. My motor-mouth doesn’t know how to shut off, and when it’s forced to, my hands pick up where my mouth left off. I can talk a long time – it’s a talent you create when you’re stuck at home with kids oh, like, FOREVER.
So, after much encouragement from my friends and family, I decided to venture out into the world and tackle the internet with a blog. (I can hear a chorus of people moaning, woefully.)
Since this is my own personal venture, there may be typos, so please don’t email me over the little stuff. I’m only concerned if I’ve misspelled the word ‘help’ and turned it into an expletive by forgetting the ‘p’ and adding another ‘l’ at the end of it. But I’ll save those beautiful words for my really bad days, the days the kids have me staring at them with the glare of death, with the evil eye thing going on and the look that says, “I’m giving you a head start- you better get running kiddo.”