Diary of a Punk Rock Mama I used to stay up late, hang out with friends, make cool stuff and rock out. Now I've made a cool baby or two, stay up late rocking them back to sleep and hope my friends understand I've lost my mind.
Showing posts with label my boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my boys. Show all posts
Monday, September 5, 2011
fave foto of the week
My kiddos dressed up in their costumes for Halloween 2011~
Lukas is a one-eyed, two-horned, pouting, blue, people eater &
Zeyden is Optimus Prime, fearless leader of the Autobots
mama's boys ~ my three babies
“For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him, as a child, play the games she was not allowed to play; she can invest in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values -- or whatever she has left of them; she can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life was sustained by her work and devotion, embody her in the world. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with ambivalence and leads inevitably to bitterness, it is the only project that allows a woman to be -- to be through her son, to live through her son.” | |
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Domesticity Kills
I hate Mondays!

She couldn't remember... was it one teaspoon of arsenic or two? All the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair. She was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that they were all helpless without her... was the secret ingredient resentment? She was suddenly struck with an overwhelming metaphor for her entire existence... if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...?... then yes, I'm happy!
Today was in dire need of a Ctrl + Alt + Delete. #%&@*!!!!!
I should come with a warning label she thought... "DOSMESTICALLY DISABLED!!!"
Ahh Happiness!.... Happiness is dreaming about bulldozing the entire house instead of tidying up. Happiness is day dreaming about all the fun stuff you can't do because you're too busy being a mom.
She just couldn't fathom why it was that her kids were louder & messier than a room full of Hell's Angels?!.........
"I truly hate Mondays!"

She couldn't remember... was it one teaspoon of arsenic or two? All the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair. She was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that they were all helpless without her... was the secret ingredient resentment? She was suddenly struck with an overwhelming metaphor for her entire existence... if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...?... then yes, I'm happy!
Today was in dire need of a Ctrl + Alt + Delete. #%&@*!!!!!
I should come with a warning label she thought... "DOSMESTICALLY DISABLED!!!"
Ahh Happiness!.... Happiness is dreaming about bulldozing the entire house instead of tidying up. Happiness is day dreaming about all the fun stuff you can't do because you're too busy being a mom.
She just couldn't fathom why it was that her kids were louder & messier than a room full of Hell's Angels?!.........
"I truly hate Mondays!"
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Effortless Kool
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