tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post2677608735965444427..comments2023-07-29T09:26:45.820-05:00Comments on Write About Here: A Good Old-Fashioned Bitchcinnamon gurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-16474968107877067552006-12-13T22:04:00.000-05:002006-12-13T22:04:00.000-05:00Great news about being able to go back to work par...Great news about being able to go back to work part time. <br />Its too bad about the competi-mommy in your group. It took me a while to realise that it should not surprise me as much as it did that I didn't like all the other moms. I mean we had babies at the same time by chance and for some of us that was all we had in common. I think you have the right idea about trying to focus more on the moms you enjoy spending time with.moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-70755044284415872632006-12-13T16:54:00.000-05:002006-12-13T16:54:00.000-05:00You are right to bitch, so don't apologize for it!...You are right to bitch, so don't apologize for it! She definitely should have been upfront about the smoking.<br /><br />I'm glad your work situation is shaping up!Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-36166253951250242222006-12-13T16:37:00.000-05:002006-12-13T16:37:00.000-05:00Wow, thanks for validating my bitch, everyone.
Mi...Wow, thanks for validating my bitch, everyone.<br /><br />Mimi, I'd love to hear the play by play. Although now I'm really upset that I missed it.cinnamon gurlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-69124314020646704212006-12-13T16:23:00.000-05:002006-12-13T16:23:00.000-05:00I'm glad you're able to turn your mood around -- w...I'm glad you're able to turn your mood around -- what did it for me yesterday was (sorry) watching House. It's appointment television at my house. If you want, I can give you a blow-by-blow of everything that happened. All hell broke loose ... the Xmas cliffhanger.<br /><br />Sometimes ya gotta bitch. It releases the pressure.Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-69235615301150790832006-12-13T16:11:00.000-05:002006-12-13T16:11:00.000-05:00Bitch away, lady - I know well the hell that is th...Bitch away, lady - I know well the hell that is the disappearing nap. And - I'll take your store-bought cookies any day. (I'll take any cookies any day)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-42275946001930066482006-12-13T15:53:00.000-05:002006-12-13T15:53:00.000-05:00Grrr. Pet peeve of mine. The home daycare woman s...Grrr. Pet peeve of mine. The home daycare woman should have been upfront that her husband worked from home AND smoked; you shouldn't have had to 'discover' it by accident. What if Swee'pea had asthma? Or developed it? I hope you find a more suitable placement.<br /><br />I admit, I don't understand parents who get really upset when I call their baby 'he' when it's a 'she' or v.v. It happens. They're babies; they don't know!ewe are herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339650361453626546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-41356497004624460872006-12-13T15:44:00.000-05:002006-12-13T15:44:00.000-05:00Ah, Mommy hangs. The only reason I was actually g...Ah, Mommy hangs. The only reason I was actually glad to return to work was that I didn't have to come up with an excuse for why I didn't want to get together and chat about every milestone and every bowel movement. I was especially conscious of this because a woman that I became very close to in our childbirthing classes had a child with severe developmental problems and I couldn't stand how hurt she felt every time people in the group started talking about "Oh X FINALLY sat up for the first time last week. I was getting worried that he'd never figure it out." <br /><br />I just couldn't bring myself to care about that stuff, unless there was an indication that something was seriously wrong.<br /><br />I went back and read the gender post too, as that's one of my biggest pet peeves. People would always be so embarrassed when they assumed my daughter was a boy and I would say, "Oh, don't worry. If I wanted it to be evident from 100 feet away that she was a girl, I would have dressed her in pink and lace...she's a BABY."<br /><br />Thanks for bitching.NotSoSagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04782162947524115936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-41557511833811060752006-12-13T13:09:00.000-05:002006-12-13T13:09:00.000-05:00Walmart. Ick. My brother and his wife only Christm...Walmart. Ick. My brother and his wife only Christmas shop at Walmart - and they're higher income people, so there's not a pressing economic reason. We've mentioned pleasantly that there are several independent toy stores downtown and that our kids love that kind of toy, rather than getting another piece of plastic crap from the Disney Princess line, but noooooo.<br />Sigh.<br />I can only live my life according to my standards, right?<br />You'll notice I'm not commenting on the cookie exchange bitchery. I went to a bad one last year. BAD.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-79027865252141112012006-12-12T22:56:00.000-05:002006-12-12T22:56:00.000-05:00Yes, Dutch's post is hilarious in a creepy, creepy...Yes, Dutch's post is hilarious in a creepy, creepy sort of way. <br /><br />It's funny. I went to my Mom's group Christmas party on Sunday and enjoyed myself quite a bit. I really like the women in it even if at times I raise an eyebrow at this or that. But I do remember longing to have the weekly commitment of meeting with them in that 1st year over with. By the time I went back to work I was getting a little grouchy about having the same conversations while trying to keep a close watch on my daughter who was a bit older and ergo into more places and things than the other babies. I was also clearly the lax, devil-may-care parent in the bunch. ("what? She's eating cat food? Oh well, I don't think it'll kill her.) I think I drove some of the other moms nuts b/c of it.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.com