tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post8032138989207133669..comments2023-09-26T09:48:49.979-04:00Comments on ...but then I had kids: This is sooooo politically incorrect...Liz Aguerrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09465793815137696650noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-81823622601882855282009-10-19T07:34:33.395-04:002009-10-19T07:34:33.395-04:00WELL said honey! :-)WELL said honey! :-)glennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02419115816174752123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-16097099295861478312009-10-09T07:08:41.912-04:002009-10-09T07:08:41.912-04:00I love this post - thank goodness for the internet...I love this post - thank goodness for the internet so we can get these thoughts out there and find out that SO many others feel the exact same way! My blog is all about wellness for moms and I've written some things that are similar. Check out my post http://www.thepranamama.com/moms-the-word/movie_star_mo.php. I love your blog and have it linked on my sidebar. It sounds like we have A LOT in common!thepranamamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14067318120592534855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-83277543606750612332009-10-08T21:06:07.152-04:002009-10-08T21:06:07.152-04:00I found your post refreshingly honest! Stopping by...I found your post refreshingly honest! Stopping by from SITS roll call.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02225891108012809429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-12607907037175945302009-10-07T20:36:17.021-04:002009-10-07T20:36:17.021-04:00Thank you for not being afraid to be honest - putt...Thank you for not being afraid to be honest - putting aside political correctness. It's so nice to stumble onto a mom blog that is real, sensitive and honest.Janehttp://www.theycallmejane.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-46711507924128287902009-10-06T20:01:51.742-04:002009-10-06T20:01:51.742-04:00This post is a real thinker! Being a Mommy can be...This post is a real thinker! Being a Mommy can be all consuming and I love that you spell out how the You and the Mommy are fighting it out! I like to think I am a Mommy who managed to hang on to a wee bit of style and self. I know it won't be too long beofe my babes leave the nest and then it's just me andthe Hubs again. I don't want to be lost when they are gone. <br />SInce I hate cooking, cleaning, and laundry I think I will be ok!!Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17218519474695662328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-82087069939423050592009-10-05T14:34:26.175-04:002009-10-05T14:34:26.175-04:00Motherhood is not glamorous. No it is not. I hate ...Motherhood is not glamorous. No it is not. I hate those images of moms in the media. So NOT REAL. And I hate NOT REAL. I love this: "I'd like so much to see myself as a woman who happens to have kids, instead of a mom who happens to have a life, but I can't." I love it because it is TRUE and REAL. And because a lot of moms are just too damn scared to admit it!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13969567138255166449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-5807863461093558672009-10-04T13:48:16.827-04:002009-10-04T13:48:16.827-04:00just think that pretty soon it won't be so 24/...just think that pretty soon it won't be so 24/7 like it is now...<br />then you can go back to being fab and carrying the it bag and the venti.gilceliahttp://www.gilcelia.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-23615672555697501662009-10-03T22:11:14.351-04:002009-10-03T22:11:14.351-04:00Liz, this is my favortist post of yours. And yes, ...Liz, this is my favortist post of yours. And yes, that IS a word, in MY dictionary. It's all about our roles. Jen and I talk about this a lot. I think we need a transcription service to take down our conversations and put them on the blog because that's where all the magic happens...on the phone. Where we talk about how the role of motherhood consumes you. Even if you don't really want to be consumed. How your time is already apportioned. How coming home after work isn't always dandy. You have to pick up messes as soon as you walk in the door. You are IN DEMAND as soon as you greet the kids. They WANT YOU. Everyone wants you and needs you. Your boss. Your kids. Your husband. It's exhausting. There is no retreat. <br /><br />And so we blog. Thank god for that. Because really? I'm tired of trying to NOT think about it. Motherhood is not glamourous. I'm tired of thinking that I'm fucking up all the time. I want to hear that other mothers feel that way too. And you know what? They do. Phew. I'm not a reject.<br /><br />And you? You are more than a mother. You are sexy and smart and fun. I can tell that much. Imma gonna make my way to Florida and throw a few more adjectives in there.sarahhttp://momalom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-88136488653181987712009-10-01T19:15:32.087-04:002009-10-01T19:15:32.087-04:00What an utterly honest and profound post, Liz. An...What an utterly honest and profound post, Liz. Any mommy who tells you she doesn't feel the same once in a while is lying! Being a mommy is really hard work - it does get easier - and harder - as they age. Being a mommy means being totally un-appreciated. And the fear that you are losing yourself is a real threat. Because being a mommy is so demanding, that it is entirely possible to lose you. So continue to fight the fight to be You. Yes, being a mommy wins out most of the time; but eventually those babies are going to spread their wings and fly and the mommy won't be as necessary any more. Beautiful post - loved it!Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201961112490811175.post-52465642804392492602009-10-01T10:57:21.885-04:002009-10-01T10:57:21.885-04:00Here Here. I hear you loud and clear. Although I...Here Here. I hear you loud and clear. Although I CHOSE to stay home with my kids because I thought being a mommy was what I was best at and loved most. More than my career, more than having time to go get a manicure during lunch, more than gossiping with friends at work, more than peeing ALONE. I chose this. And some days (like the day I wrote that prison post) I want to UNchoose it. There are days that there is nothing I love more than my kids and my life with my kids but as moms, there are more days when we feel kicked around, walked over, sick to our stomachs exhausted, ugly as hell and just bitter about what life has become (at least I do). But I strive to make the good days the ones that count and one day (ONE day somewhere in the future), we'll get OUR lives back and hopefully we'll look at our kids and know the hell we went through was worth it.beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15616867595961283505noreply@blogger.com