My child is driving me batty. The Husband doesn’t understand this, of course, but he also didn’t understand why I started crying when the ultrasound tech told me I was having a girl, either. The bottom line was, quite frankly, that raising me almost broke my mother and I was feeling preemptively sorry for myself.

I love my girl. With a fierceness that explains all that Mama Bear protecting her cub stuff. Think Merida and Queen Elinor in Brave. Think of your own girl and how you love her and are drove to banging your head into a wall in what probably equates to an even 50/50 split.

Think of all of the parenting milestones that no one ever tells you about. Like how one day your sweet little girl, bedecked in bows and too much pink, will suddenly (and without warning) outgrow crabby into bratty then boom–bratty morphs into bitchy and you’re left wondering how in hell you’re going to survive when the child who is five realizes she has hormones and starts trying to negotiate for a later curfew and the keys to the car.

The Husband is clueless. The child is pouting and pissy and arguing everything you say for the sake of arguing before she realizes she’s totally against no TV for a week, no iPad for two, and has no interest in that pony you were going to buy her tomorrow just because and then you have to try not to laugh because it was funny even if she’s now pissed off even more that you are the meanest mom ever because you won’t buy her a fucking pony.

So you open up your browser, log into Facebook, and tell perfect strangers who sometimes get it more than those that know you ever will how your day is going. And this is what it looks like.


The End.

 

Obviously, I have priorities.

Normally, I don’t fall asleep before 2 a.m. just because I’m wired that way. But funny things start to happen when you’ve been up till damn near 5 am for  week straight and your 5 year-old homeschooled child won’t sleep in past 8:30 a.m. Tonight, I fell asleep next to her while we read story books and I woke up with Buttercup on my chest, my iPhone on her pillow, and actually debated if I should get out of bed to write what needs to be written.

Sleep should have been the priority. But then I remembered that little ebook launch and how I need to kind of be working on that. So here I am.

A few quick updates before I get distracted by the house I need to clean for the mom/daughter play/mom chat date we have coming over tomorrow afternoon, the sink full of dirty dishes, the lunch I have to pack for The Husband for his morning shift, and planning the morning’s homeschool session. Did I mention I also made my own laundry detergent and dish soap today because I was bored for five minutes?

Here’s the Happy in a nutshell:

* Girl Body Pride writer Leanne Breiholz had a  GBP post picked up by HuffPost Parents! Here’s the link to “Broken.” Click, read, share with your friends, and leave some comment love. Leanne is still deciding if she should blog, y’all. I’m thinking MaybeYes.

* Shoshana Rachel’s review of Strong like Butterfly still makes me tingly. Go read it again. I’ll wait for you to buy the book and then head back here. I’m patient like that.

* Rita Arens, BlogHer’s senior editor, will be sharing her thoughts on her site, Surrender, Dorothy, after the sun rises. I’ll stop by and update with the link. Many, many thank you’s to Rita.

* Did you know that those who but the ebook and email me (aspiringmama or girlbodypride at gmail) their name and URL (along with proof of purchase from Smashwords) are being recognized on the Supporters of GBP page on Girl Body Pride linking to you?? I also will be recognizing supporters in future newsletters to my subscribers! If you have used a coupon code for a free or discounted download, that’s okay. You can share the Strong like Butterfly love as a gift to a friend AND support me and Girl Body Pride in the process. Win/win people!

* Mercedesy Yardley will be taking day 3 of the Strong Like Butterfly launch tour. If you haven’t’ already, check out this woman’s writing. She is a true talent and I’m honored to know and work with her. Stop by A Broken Laptop for day 3 and a chance to win a copy of Rita Arens’ new book (before it’s even released!).

 

And that’s all she wrote, folks.

 

 

 

So much to share. So little time.

It’s 3:30 a.m. and obviously I’m not asleep.

Instead, I’m writing blog posts and sharing others written by friends and fellow writers and I’m neck deep in the utter craziness that is a book launch.

It’s wonderful.

Today, stop and take a read at Shoshuga.com for an amazing review and pretty things said about Alexandra Rosas by contributor Shoshana Rachel.

Girl Body Pride has a pretty spiffy post up. Mostly because I wrote it and at 3:30 in the morning after 4 hours of sleep the night before, “spiffy” is a fun word to say.

Tomorrow, Rita Arens will be sharing her thoughts on #StrongLikeButterfly over at Surrender, Dorothy and giving away a reader’s choice of one of two books written by Mercedes Yardley.

If you haven’t already, sign up for the online launch party on Facebook. There will be a few special surprises over there (no, I don’t have an iPad to give away, so let’s just get that out of the way) and stay tuned for a special announcement coming up very soon. All I can tell you is that it’s pretty.

And shiny. I like shiny things.

Did I mention it is NOT an iPad? I did?

Good.

Now go buy the book.

I’ll see you after a few hours of being unconscious with more updates, who to visit next, and more things to give away.

Thank you for supporting me and Girl Body Pride in the launch of #StrongLikeButterfly!

 

 

 

It may look like I’m cheating, but I’m not. The next time I post screen shots of my Facebook updates and it didn’t take me 35 minutes to figure out how to take a screen shot, I will be.

But that’s next time.

Right now, I’m two poems behind on Schmutzie’s #365poems so I’m tweaking it a bit and going for the big picture. If I can write 365 poems this year I win a pony. And no, that isn’t a stretch out here, considering my new friend Kim at the Tractor Supply Store has four miniature ponies who are currently knocked up. She has other horses, too, and stopped Buttercup in her tracks when Kim opened the coversation with

“You look like a horse person.”

My child, with eyes opened wide and jaw.on.the.floor?

“How did you KNOW?

This exchange instantly made Kim the best thing ever.

Or at least since Mommy went on Xanax.

PS: I owe the guys at the local Shop & Save a blog post, too. It’s like 48 hours past my bedtime already. Rain Check on Aspiring Mama. Redeemable after I drink more coffee spiked with about three shots of espresso. 

 

 

I’m supposed to be writing a poem,

words arranged just so as to create

the same image in your head

as is in my own.

I’m supposed to be playing with grammar,

pretending I remember the rules

so I can feel superior when I break them

and say things like “Poetic license”

with an indignant shoulder raised.

I am instead in bed with my child,

watching the sun rise as she finally sleeps,

wincing with each blink because the eye she

sucker punched when she reached out to make

sure I was still there saw stars flash for

just a moment.

I’m supposed to be sleeping after playing with words

and making pretty pictures with them and

nothing else.

Instead, I lie in bed and watch the stars fade into the

rose blue dawn and the sun rises.

 

 

Social links powered by Ecreative Internet Marketing