What my blog wants to be when it grows up

Oh my god!! I have found my twin!

(Well, another one... recently I contacted Vicki Glembocki, who was on the infamous Oprah episode that got me in 31 flavors of trouble, and discovered a very kindred spirit.)

Through Salon, I discovered this article that hit so close to home that I stopped breathing while I read certain parts. Specifically:

"...a Good Mother wasn’t supposed to be bored and miserable. She didn’t stare at the clock in Gymboree, willing it along with all the power of a fourth-grader waiting for recess, or hide the finger paints because she couldn’t stand the mess. If I wasn’t enjoying myself, then I was a bad mother."

"It’s the fact of being unfulfilled that triggers our most intense guilt and shame. Because a Good Mother not only sacrifices herself for her children but also enjoys doing it. A mother who isn’t satisfied, who wants to do more, who can imagine more, is selfish. And just as the Good Mother is defined by her self-abnegation, the Bad Mother is defined by her selfishness. "

Buh!

Then, through that article, I found her... Crabmommy. Go there and read her manifesto on the sidebar. It's everything I've been trying to say for three years. I kind of want to throw in the towel right now, because she's doing my job for me.

(Also, she's sticking to one kid. What. I'm just sayin'.)