When my first son was born, I morphed into the motherhood role very naturally. I put my son’s needs first, then the husband, then the family, and finally me.
~ I curse a lot more now than I did before.
~ I yell a lot more now than I did before.
~ I drink a lot more now than I did before. (excluding my university years, of course)
~ My temper is shorter.
~ My tolerance level is lower.
~ I’m much crankier due to lack of good sleep.
~ I don’t have the patience I used to have..JPG)
HEE HEE HEE!!! *Laughing with an evil cackle*
I’ve transmogrified into a SCARY MOMMY!!! AAAHHHHH!
Although I’m not a fan of labels, I would have to say I was a martyr mom. Looking back, I’m willing to admit that I was a tad neurotic to the point of annoying. I’d turn down advice from other parents, even my own mother. Parenting books were stacked on my coffee table and I’d refer to them several times a day. If anyone questioned my parenting choices, I’d simply reply “well the doctor said…” I was a strong believer in attachment parenting – preferred thumb over pacifier, breast over bottle, co-sleeping over Ferber.
Then my second son was born. Then the madness truly began. I thought I was busy before – little did I know! The transition was challenging for me.
Two rambunctious boys – and I mean rambunctious with every sense of the word, I am SPENT. All the by-the-book rules I followed religiously were thrown out the freakin window. I quickly switched over to the other side… the Dark Scary side.
Dressing up as a witch for me this Halloween will definitely come very naturally for me. And I will relish in playing the role even more exaggerated on Halloween!
I’ve become a SuperMomBiotch!!!
Yup, I’ve said it. Laid-back mom, Type B mom, Beta mom, whatever you wanna call it, I’m a Scary Mom now.
The perfect SuperMom standard and the expectations I strived to live up to left me feeling burnt out, resentful and completely depleted. I hit a brick wall and realized, no more!
It became clear that I had to lay down the NEW RULES:
~ The boys, ahem, all three of them, can’t have dinner until they clean up all of their messes first. No exceptions.~ I don’t have the energy for other people’s stupidity or ignorance.So, my little goblins, BEWARE!!! If you dare cross or piss off this Scary SuperBiotch Mama, I won’t hesitate to yell BOO right in your face!Scary Mommy has a cool contest going on and is looking for the scariest mommy. This was my entry.
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~ Punishment now is simple – 3 strikes and you’re OUT – no TV/computer. Toys, I will happily throw in the garbage.
~ I will gladly cancel playdates if they misbehave badly.
~ I’ll even threaten them that Santa is NOT coming to our house this Christmas.
~ I’ll use every holiday possible to threaten them: Easter, Birthdays, Halloween, etc.
~ There is absolutely nothing wrong with bribery!
~ We will not go to Yiayia’s house if they don’t listen to mommy.
~ No sweets today if they misbehave – for them. I’ll make sure that they watch me savour every morsel of my milk chocolate.
~ Chocolate and coffee are another food group in my house.
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~ If the boys don’t follow suit by the time I count to ten, they lose out bigtime.
~ If my son scraps his knee and there is no blood, I say “Shake it off!”
~ If my son gets pushed by another kid, I say “push him back” – he needs to learn to defend himself!
~ With a Greek mama and an Italian daddy, you better watch OUT! My kids have European blood – don’t mess with them! Or you’re gonna get the malocchio/mati!
~ I proudly show off my pipes if I see another mom giving me a dirty look.
~ I don’t care if I raise my voice in the grocery store or at the mall – even if I get a thousand stares. They’re not in my shoes and they can’t judge. And if they do, they can go screw themselves.
~ I’m not as polite anymore – I figure, if you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice in return. But if you give me attitude, you’re gonna get it right back.
~ I used to worry about what people would think, pleasing other people including close family and friends. I pick and choose who I go out of my way for these days. If they don’t understand, they can kiss my Greek ass!
~ I’m not afraid anymore to say NO to commitments. If we can’t make it to an event, or if we’re 2 hours late, OH WELL. I’m not going to add more stress to my already stressful life.
~ I believe very much in respect – that I will continue to give and teach my kids the same, as well as manners. But disrespect me and my family and you’re off my Christmas card list.
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I'm not sure if I'm frightened, inspired, or simply nodding saying, "That's right. Me too." Maybe a little of all three. Hence why the world should be run by MOMS!
The privilege of being woman can lead to where you arrived. These distant observations of a man who raised as many daughters as you have sons if you are including your husband.
OK, I don't expect you to be perfect because you are beautiful. I expect you to be biotch on occassion. Seems to go with the deal and again the privilege of the proof of sharing life with a grown woman.
If what you report you have become, it is temporary but may seem to last too long. You ar eon theback side of a pendulum swing and wil one day say to yourself, "Damn, how stupid am I for real?" You will develop another level of consciousness and be ok with all the place you have volunteeered to give an overabundance of love and attention.
In many ways, the woman you have become I was once married and becuse she never made it back from the dark side, my girsl and I had to do life another place. they have now even asked me what I ever saw in their mother. Please do not become that. You are in a stage and a phase.
If I wasn't to take this serious, catalogue be to being a dumb F. I really care about you and the work you do. Love for you and crew.
Oscar Crawford at YouQUEST
OK, I'm sort of officially scared. But not really because I'm a Greek mama too, I understand absolutely where you're coming from. Great SCARY post!!
This was a great post! And hey, as a Greek mom – I can totally relate to this! And your boys – they are so beautiful!!
Love the Pic! (is is really a costume…)LOL
Welcome to the club. The second kid changes everything!
That was hilarious! Girls or boys, the second child changes everything!
Two boys here too and I wonder what the heck became of an ordered life. Son just peed down the heat grate to punish me for not letting him have a snack 10 mins before lunch. As you can see I can relate to the chaos. Still struggling with how to bring out my inner scary mommy, but I'm getting there! Enjoyed your post, makes me feel like I'm not the only one.
Oh, my God- that picture is priceless- you are the real deal!! 🙂
Perhaps the greatest thing I've ever read – because it is SOOOO true! I'm right there with you! We are Irish mommy & Greek daddy – it doesn't get much crazier than this!
Mom to Kristina 5 & Peter 2.5 (aka belle & the beast!)