type b mom | amotherworld

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.

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.

~ 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.