tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646465434154815692012-01-09T11:49:29.420-08:00Bad Mommy Stories as told by ex-party girls. Tired of all those parents telling you how wonderful and easy parenting is [while you can see they're lying through their clenched teeth]? Read the truth here. We tell you our experiences: all the bad-mommy stuff, and even some of the good-mommy stuff.ExMinoreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-71460674511630599702008-09-22T00:38:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:43:07.815-07:002008-09-22T00:43:07.815-07:00

Dear Bad Mommies,I have loved working with you. I have loved creating memories, sharing in your lives, and getting to know you and your spawn.But, I have come to the realisation that with being a mother, and having your own blog to be loyal to, not to mention work and friends - there is just no time for a group blog any more. So it's time to say good bye...!I have decided to go solo with The Bad

ExMinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-45241634502354724932008-09-10T21:12:00.000-07:002008-09-10T21:52:24.248-07:002008-09-10T21:52:24.248-07:00

Since I haven't posted here in like - oh - I don't know - AGES!!! And have no idea what's going on, I thought I'd at least confess some recent bad mommy moments. That's right ladies - not just one - many.1. Scolding my 2 year old daughter for eating dog food and then realizing she was - hungry.2. Feeling completely exhausted and in need of sleep. Then feeling a sudden burst of energy once SHE

Restless Housewifenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-67897852013407861862008-08-24T05:32:00.001-07:002008-08-24T05:52:09.551-07:002008-08-24T05:52:09.551-07:00

I was on PostSecret this morning. And saw this postcard.It inspired this week's homework task.So, write a blog post where you respond to this picture.Tell us how becoming a mother has changed you. What it means to you. What is your relationship like with your child(ren)?What would your life be like if you'd never become a mother?More inspiration:"Before I got married I had six theories about

ExMinoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-81131910151795450312008-08-21T09:32:00.000-07:002008-08-21T09:42:17.776-07:002008-08-21T09:42:17.776-07:00

So Neen told us all to write a post about a bad mommy moment we had recently. And as much as I tried to think of one, I really couldn't come up with anything concrete.So I decided to tell you why I think I haven't been a bad mommy recently.Well, let me tell you I have the happiest baby I have ever seen. He laughs and smiles all the time. He's happy to see me, happy to play on the floor with a

ExMinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-11335409285085518272008-08-15T02:52:00.001-07:002008-08-15T02:54:06.027-07:002008-08-15T02:54:06.027-07:00

I know its been forever since I did a post. Hell, some of the new mommies probably don't even know who I am. Hi! I'm Sheena. My daughters name was Kiera, she was beautiful and gorgeous and passed away in 2004. Every now and again I still feel a maternal urge to do some writing, and Exmi won't let me quit being a member of this blog, so I make do when I can.Today though, I want to do

SheBeenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-68820011667869770032008-08-11T06:19:00.000-07:002008-08-11T06:32:52.989-07:002008-08-11T06:32:52.989-07:00

Hannah has recently taken up Belly Dancing with me. We go to the classes together and we have a ball. She loves the shimmies and shakes and she's super-flexible - able to do far more with her tiny limbs than I ever could. All in all, it's a great mom-daughter bonding time.Two weeks ago on belly dancing night, it was a particularly cold evening to be going out. Hannah was really keen to go, so I

Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11101139388677453313noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-2179413188743845642008-08-07T06:30:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:20:25.129-07:002008-08-11T10:20:25.129-07:00

i have pets... 6 gold fishies... and Billy the cat... i've also had 3 dogs in the last 10 years... and Billy has outlived them all... what i find very interesting is that Jay, to this day remembers each and every one of the dogs... just yesterday he said, I miss Goggles (our boxer who died)... and Buksie... and Rex... the last dog "went away" almost three years ago, when Jay was 6, and he still

Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-18938480670865101412008-08-05T23:23:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:20:09.641-07:002008-08-11T10:20:09.641-07:00

Discipline. It’s that quintessential life principle that gets drummed into us from day bloody one. I need you to know this before I continue, I hate rules. I loathe being told “no, you can’t do that”. So, when it comes to discipline, I battle. But, as life has grown me up and made me think about things over and over again, I’ve developed and stick to my own set of rules. For that, I blame my

c@thhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16832950336505135574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-19889635526598459062008-08-05T04:34:00.000-07:002008-08-05T04:48:51.414-07:002008-08-05T04:48:51.414-07:00

I honestly don't think a pet gives children any sense of responsibility at all. Unless you insist they feed said pet, and then said pet would die because said child would not feed said pet. Then said child would cry and said parent could say "Well you obviously aren't responsible for a pet yet, are you?". Said parent would be a bit of an ass though, wouldn't they?I got Ciara a cat when she was

Kerrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12856735578639072820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-88987697852226519572008-08-03T22:26:00.000-07:002008-08-03T22:33:31.009-07:002008-08-03T22:33:31.009-07:00

Part 1What 3 things do you do, as a mother that goes against all the books?Well, since I’m a stickler for the rules (as most of you know) like adhering to movie and PS2 game age restrictions… proper bedtimes, and obeying legal issues like not being allowed in the front seat till you’re 12, always wearing a seatbelt and sticking to the speed limit… there’s not much I do that’s not by the book.Here

Angelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-28157744747948133242008-08-03T08:10:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:19:39.437-07:002008-08-11T10:19:39.437-07:00

So Yndic asked about pets - what you think about them, and the role your child must play in the new family members' life. The Kid has a puppy. The Kid is 8 months old. And yes, he has a pet. His name is Earl.The Kid loves this damn dog. Even though I'm battling to house-train this freaking furball. Even though he chews holes in The Boyfriends underpants. Even though he chews everything he can

ExMinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-67466761563914415582008-07-31T06:41:00.000-07:002008-07-31T06:44:52.040-07:002008-07-31T06:44:52.040-07:00

Here are my three things :1. I let Ciara sleep with me every single night. We have been living in our new house for just over two years, and she hasn't once slept in her own bed. I don't feel bad about it at all.2. I let Ciara drink from a bottle until she was 6 years old. She enjoys lying down and drinking out of a bottle, so I let her. Her teeth are fine and I don't feel bad about it at all

Kerrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12856735578639072820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-41330490826736659112008-07-29T00:01:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:21:09.243-07:002008-08-11T10:21:09.243-07:00

The question for the week: What 3 things do you do, as a mother, that goes against all the books?I gave Kay a drag of my cigarette when he asked once, i still don't know if i should have or shouldn't have...I let my kids drive my car (while sitting on my lap) i do the peddles and they do the steering.When the boys have friends over for a sleepover I let them stay up all night... so i send back

Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-67446123936625849582008-07-28T05:41:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:21:44.141-07:002008-08-11T10:21:44.141-07:00

This is short and sweet from me this week...1. I have never, ever considered using cloth nappies.2. Jackson and I have crazy play just before bedtime, I know we should be quiet and all, but it's just SO MUCH MORE FUN to be loud and raucous.3. I let Jackson have sips of wine, beer, champagne...whatever I'm drinking at the time. I always think that I am vaguely Italian while I am doing it because

The Jackson Fileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12962205570202909270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-41478323271480681012008-07-28T05:10:00.000-07:002008-07-28T05:20:01.182-07:002008-07-28T05:20:01.182-07:00

Keeping this list to three things I do that could be frowned upon was tough. Pretty much everything I do could probably be frowned upon. Fakkit, I'm doing more than 3.1. I dont use bum cream every time I change his nappy. Actually, hardly ever. Only when he has a red bum.2. I leave him unattended while I go outside and smoke. I leave him on the lounge floor, surrounded by toys and open plug

ExMinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-87821307569282570392008-07-28T05:08:00.000-07:002008-07-28T05:28:36.392-07:002008-07-28T05:28:36.392-07:00

My homework:I smack Don't hate me: I smack sometimes. Very occasionally. But yes, I smack. All the books say you shouldn’t. My heart tells me I shouldn’t. But I smack sometimes when things are getting out of hand. Like when Jonah bites Hannah because he feels like it, or when James taunts Hannah or Jonah because he can, or when James refuses, point blank, to tidy his room after I’ve asked him 50

Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11101139388677453313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-87032703100094135182008-07-28T00:11:00.000-07:002008-07-28T03:47:16.144-07:002008-07-28T03:47:16.144-07:00

I watched as Max's tiny little body floated to the top ............of the fish bowl.......Bon Voyage dear little friend.I have on several occasions had to experience saying goodbye to my children's pets.It is said that getting your children pets teaches them responsibility as well as how to deal with death. I remember accidentally driving over my 10 year old dog. Oh my word it all plays back

Ydnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274124815216457461noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-16352512764558404912008-07-26T19:39:00.000-07:002008-07-26T20:16:56.684-07:002008-07-26T20:16:56.684-07:00

The question for the week: What 3 things do you do, as a mother, that goes against all the books?1. I can be a yeller and have been known to even swear a tad. It's often ineffectual (except in generating fear) and it makes me look like a lunatic, but sometimes it's all I can do to avoid breaking things. 2. Leave my kids home alone for up to an hour after school. They are 9 & 8 and I'm pretty

stephanie (bad mom)noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-51008513214774259962008-07-25T02:44:00.000-07:002008-07-25T02:47:19.987-07:002008-07-25T02:47:19.987-07:00

I know a mommy with a new baby girl. The kid is colicky and cries constantly. We've all been there, we all know what it's like.So, I want to know - what worked for you? What was your miracle cure?I'm going to collect all the answers, and send them to her, just so she has a bunch of options to try.(you may reply to this as a comment - ie: this question is thrown wide to contributors and readers

ExMinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-86285460403984309102008-07-24T12:43:00.000-07:002008-07-24T12:51:50.708-07:002008-07-24T12:51:50.708-07:00

The question for the week: What 3 things do you do, as a mother, that goes against all the books? Here are mine: 1. Kids get chips, or whatever is readily available, to eat to tide them over until dinner is ready. My mom would NEVER have done that! The problem is that I can never get home early enough to have supper ready in time, and I'd rather they not scream the place down while I'm

Jeanette Versternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-77099447694001160262008-07-23T02:15:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:22:14.287-07:002008-08-11T10:22:14.287-07:00

It's late, sorry... but since I have been wracking my brain about what to put on this here list of 7-mommy-related-simply-can't-do-things, I am going to post it no matter what!Naturally as Damien gets older, it gets easier and easier to do things I couldn’t do before… So I’m going to go back in time, and jump around a little, to things I couldn’t do before but can do now and vice-versa. And a lot

Angelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-1055189891290887462008-07-22T12:11:00.000-07:002008-07-22T12:20:18.099-07:002008-07-22T12:20:18.099-07:00

I know I'm a bit late, but here's my homework for last week! I'll post this week's homework tomorrow night. Ummm, this ended up being more difficult than I thought it would be. 1. Go to the loo without having an audience! Just when the oldest one stopped being fascinated by me on the loo, I went and had another child! 2. Do crafts. I went to the most wonderful fabric painting classes on

Jeanette Versternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-14875332445738626612008-07-22T02:12:00.000-07:002008-07-22T02:13:47.544-07:002008-07-22T02:13:47.544-07:00

Dear Cameron, As you grow (and my word, you are growing so fast and so awesomely), you have one element of life as a girl of which I am so proud and yet, it is so very tiring. You, my girl, from your earliest days, have been and always will be, a shoe fetishist. The good kind though, you do not demand the purchase of a million pairs of shoes all at once. The good kind is the type where you LIKE a

c@thhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16832950336505135574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-4821824949556556692008-07-17T12:44:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:25:34.718-07:002008-08-11T10:25:34.718-07:00

So many crazy things come to mind, but, time being what it is with a four year old, here is my brief list:I can no longer....1. Swear like a sailor, I love swearing... it's like punctuation of the spoken word, unfortunately my daughters first recognisable phrase was "naughty damnit" which put my favourite phrases into hibernation faster than a good zip.2. Finish a sentence, sorry...where was I?3

The Alterpenguin Superdorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780487408849980506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764646543415481569.post-80215022749427490082008-07-17T08:01:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:23:36.969-07:002008-08-11T10:23:36.969-07:00

It is in my opinion that although we feel we are super moms sometimes there are a few things i can no longer do or perhapes CHOOSE no longer to do. 1. Sleep with my door locked. Now although this is done when mom and dad have some fun, it is unlocked at all other times. I want to get to them quickly and need to know they can get to me if need be. 2. Go shopping for clothes: and evan though

Ydnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274124815216457461noreply@blogger.com1