Had a sitter this Saturday, went out. Pretty sure that I make it way too obvious that sitters are not a regular occurrence around here...because I completely rage it up. Now, if your one of those moms who drank on weekends, went out with friends, did crazy things, until a baby fell from your vagina-well, you can just stop. I see ridiculous rants all the times coming from the mouths of these bitter lasses. Thinking that becoming a mother is an intro to sainthood, when the reality check is- you were obviously just inducted into judgemental twat-of-fame.
This weekend I had some great times. Played flip cup like an adolescent, abused a clay dick, had enough fun that I don't remember limping in the front door at 1 o'clock in the morning. Being a parent does not mean that letting go for a night makes you any less of anything. I will do all the things I did before, just in moderation. There is no need to lose a part of myself when another is gained. Immature? Sure. Aside from being a smidgen immature though, I am also a wonderful wife, doting mommy, great full-time student a year away from her bachelors degree, friend, sister, daughter, 2 job working girl. One thing I'm not though, judgemental. However, if some of those social pariahs, with nothing better to do, feel like passing judgement on the fun other people are having, then judge this:
Upon coming home, it seems that I stripped naked and hopped on the couch to pass out. It also seems that I pissed myself like a gross drunk old man, taking out two entire couch cushions and three throw pillows. Like my muffin was set on sprinkler mode or something. I'm not even sure if this is a step up or down from the night I was puking in the toilet, abruptly sneezing, which smashed my mouth/face of the porcelin, effectivly throwing me backwards into the wall...almost knocking myself out. Bloody lip or piss-without-the-pants. Such a toss up.
This weekend I had some great times. Played flip cup like an adolescent, abused a clay dick, had enough fun that I don't remember limping in the front door at 1 o'clock in the morning. Being a parent does not mean that letting go for a night makes you any less of anything. I will do all the things I did before, just in moderation. There is no need to lose a part of myself when another is gained. Immature? Sure. Aside from being a smidgen immature though, I am also a wonderful wife, doting mommy, great full-time student a year away from her bachelors degree, friend, sister, daughter, 2 job working girl. One thing I'm not though, judgemental. However, if some of those social pariahs, with nothing better to do, feel like passing judgement on the fun other people are having, then judge this:
Upon coming home, it seems that I stripped naked and hopped on the couch to pass out. It also seems that I pissed myself like a gross drunk old man, taking out two entire couch cushions and three throw pillows. Like my muffin was set on sprinkler mode or something. I'm not even sure if this is a step up or down from the night I was puking in the toilet, abruptly sneezing, which smashed my mouth/face of the porcelin, effectivly throwing me backwards into the wall...almost knocking myself out. Bloody lip or piss-without-the-pants. Such a toss up.
While some are breeding bitterness, I'll be making making memories.
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