Geeky Talks
I’m a teenage mom with wrinkles, cellulite and gray hair
Had I known being a mom would be so like High School, I might be more for teenage pregnancy. Ok, not really, but why is it when we?re all grown up and professional at work we can?t be grown up on the playground? What is it about being around children that make us act our child?s age? Why do moms feel the need to exclude other women simply because they are new?
I know a lot of you have written about this before. I?m sure I could link to several (hundred) posts of yours where some beyotch mom makes you feel like crap because you don?t have the right jeans, the good hair, the child with the perfect nose. Or, there are moms (skinnybitch is my personal thorn in my side) that love your child so much, mostly because she will mostly likely be so pretty and popular in High School and if she goes to the same school as her son they absolutely MUST be friends, so they?ll bite the bullet and be your friend. Except they?ll let you know it?s only because your daughter is just so cute and even kind of looks like her. Not at all because of who you are. Your ass is just too big and your house is never clean enough.
I know this happens even in the less attractive neighborhoods but here in ?I?m too rich for my own good?-ville it?s at a whole new level.
Welcome!
16 guests here now.
Find Me
Popular Tags
Latest Tweets
-
@jcroft that always sounds so dirty...9 hours, 5 minutes ago
-
@berkun most excellent! Also a kindle version? I love it when they sync. I buy both.9 hours, 11 minutes ago
-
@divya NO WAY. Really? That’s an incentive to get #refreshSeattle back up! :D Love it!!!9 hours, 12 minutes ago
Conference and Speaking Gigs
Writing Conferences
Comments
Whenever I come across the snotty-mamas, I think they either have a ton of money or a ton of debt. My money’s on the debt. Instantly makes me feel better about our shag carpeting and Subaru wagon.
And fwiw, I still feel like I’m in jr. high. Except I flash my boobs now and smell like spit-up.
Luckily haven’t felt so much of that feeling here…yet?
It reminds me of a confrontation I had with a 4th grade parent of mine a few years back- I was concerned that her daughter was excluding other girls to the point where another mom wanted to switch schools. This parent was in complete denial that cliques could be a problem and had the NERVE to ask me whether I was upset about it because I hadn’t been popular in school. (The mom and I were both 28-29 at the time—me with no 10 year old kid). I’m guessing she was, and I wasn’t but not the issue! For this mom, success for her daughter in elementary school was looking cute, doing mini-cheer afterschool, and having cute, exclusive friends with pretty mommies.
Bc some moms are actually that bitchy. My friend came in from out of town to visit, so I took the day off and we went to the mall. There was a group of those moms- with their $200 jeans and pefect hair and their HUGE wedding sets and their coach purses and vera bradley diaper bags, giving us pity looks bc we were obviously close to their age, without wedding rings and cute little children.
When (when, dammit!) we move to Oregon, Qwerty (and the subsequents) and I will come and play with you and LB any time.
I have to admit, though, I have been doing the smug sizing up at our childbirth classes, and have been, up until last week, quite proud of the fact that I’m the slimmest and least puffy pregnant woman there. Then last week this hot skinny bitch showed up with her perky round boobs and her cute little (?!) 8 month tummy (how do they do that?).
I was shattered. And humbled. And I hated her.
I still have dreams about Jr High and High school. And then I am reminded why….because women have carried that bitchiness to adulthood. And I would like to pretend I don’t care, but damn it, I do care. Too much.
Can I just give a hearty AMEN and leave it at that?
I know exactly what you are talking about. My kids attend a preschool at a church where a lot of the more affluent families send there kids. My kids don’t go there because we have money (we sure as hell don’t) but because I like the program and we scrimp to make it work.
But the moms really piss me off.
Nothing to add except I feel the same way the majority of the time. :\
Once the non-cheerleader-type always the non-cheerleader-type I suppose. :: sigh ::
you know, if they have nothing better to do with their tiny idiotic brains than to nit-pick and make fun of other people than FUCK THEM. Life is way too short to let those a-holes destroy a perfectly fine moment with your LB in her bathing suit. Just keep in mind that for all of their pettiness, they WILL be smoking a turn in hell with the likes of Saddam Hussein, Hitler, and whoever created thong underwear. Id say pardon my french but you know me too well and would see through the ruse.
I blogged about a similar thing a few months back. You see, I live in the same small town where I grew up, and it’s funny how the popular crowd back then has evolved into the popular crowd now. I can be with them for a few minutes and it brings me right back to high school, where I feel inadequate and shy. I wish it wasn’t that way, but somehow it is. Sucks, eh?
It’s Prada, honey.
I’m sure you are MUCH happier than they are. There is a lot of snotty arrogant new money snobbery here. You have to live in the “right” subdivision (we don’t…we live in the old one but hey we have a neighborhood park and trees and big yards!). You have to drive a BMW or Lexus. Your kids have to go to the right private schools. It’s a shame that a lot of that snooty high school crap transcends into adulthood. But I can bet you many of them are either in debt or very unhappy. You, my friend, are way too cool for them any way!
p.s. right now my white trash child is playing with sidewalk chalk on our driveway and is wearing a hand me down My Little Pony bathing suit from our neighbor and my other white trash child is wearing a hand me down outfit from big sister that I bought for probably $3 at a consignment sale.
I have had the exact thing happen but it’s online. Odd thing is they don’t know what shoes are or aren’t on my feet.
What a good post. I know how you feel about feeling like part of the outside. And most of the time it’s fine with me, but every now and then shit like what you described happens and you start to question yourself. Bottom line is this - we’re raising happy, well adjusted kids. I wonder how those snobby bitchs’ kids will turn out!
I absolutely know what you mean, Mrs. F. I am sad to say that I don’t think it will ever get better, but I just wish I could be less self-conscious.
well, we have skinnybitch, judgemental gossip whore, and ms. perfect shitty neighborhood mom all wrapped into one person…
and she ALWAYS makes me feel like i’m in high school. Only this time I just might shove my foot up her ass. I’m a grown woman now, and I have NO SHAME.
It’s better on the outside… more room for breathing. And thinking for yourself!
What the heck is Proda? Prada?
Prada? I have no clue. Some fancy designer shmucky shoes. I think.