WTF Variety Pack

Welcome to day one of the WTF Variety Pack.

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In today’s line-up we have Nicole from Ninja Mom gracefully explaining racial slurs and Robyn from Hollow Tree Ventures running from “nothing in particular.”

 

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Nicole Leigh Shaw consistently wonders, “Why did I come into this room?” She funnels an enthusiasm for meeting minimum requirements into her blog, Ninja Mom; her professional humor writing on NickMom.com; and finding pairs of socks for her kids that kind of match. Like her Facebook page and follow her on her back-up birth control, Twitter.

Check out this post: Politically Correct Parenting Fail

 

Hollow Tree VenturesRobyn Welling is a writer/humorist at Hollow Tree Ventures, where she jokes a lot about her five kids driving her insane, humiliating herself at every opportunity, and drinking lots of wine. In reality, of course, things aren’t as bad as she makes them sound – they’re actually much, much worse. Visit her blog, and join her on Facebook and Twitter, to hear all about the shortcuts she takes on her journey to becoming a somewhat passable human being.

Check out this post: My Journey to Jogging and Back

Enjoy the posts, let them know I sent you, and stay tuned for the next installment of the WTF Variety Pack.

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Don’t tell. I’m unqualified for my job.

I’ve been a stay at home mom for 5.5 years now. It’s a job that requires none of my skills, and in fact requires a ton of skills that I’m lacking: organization, a penchant for tidiness, the desire and patience to play with small children, the ability to stretch a dollar – I’ve got none of these. After awhile having none of the skills required for your job starts to affect your self-esteem. Am I a failure, or am I just in the wrong job?

So, I’ve been thinking. How can I take the skills I actually have and apply them to my current employment situation? Hmm.

  1. I can write. I spent hours writing cat, hat, bat, at, fat, top, pop, stop, lap, nap, gap… it was underwhelming.
  2. I can be funny. I started telling my kids funny jokes and stories. They stared blankly at me. Then they farted and laughed hysterically. Worse, they began telling me “funny” jokes and stories leaving me worried about my funny legacy.
  3. I can cook. My kids are fairly adventurous eaters compared to some of their peers, but they’re still just kids. While they will try most things, they prefer familiar foods. They also prefer to eat at 5:00. They also prefer to require tons of attention in the 3:00-5:00 time slot. They also prefer to ask if dinner is ready 926 times per hour, sometimes starting before lunch. All of these preferences leave cooking an arduous chore compared to the creative hobby it used to be.
I’m pretty sure I don’t have any other skills.
While I imagine the rest of you stay at home parents making sock puppets, sandwiches that look like nocturnal forest creatures, and enriching your children’s lives in a thousand ways, I’m here wondering why sarcasm doesn’t clean my house and vocabulary doesn’t entertain my children. Carry on in your magical parenting love fest. I’ll be here with the TV on and piles of papers covering every horizontal surface.

A Few MAJOR Announcements

Thanks for being here! Some of you have “known” me for years. Many of you have laughed at with me, cried with me, supported me. Thank you for all of it! Now, at long last, I’d like to introduce my family to you.

The “names” L and S have served me well for the last couple of years, but they’re beginning to be cumbersome. These kids of mine need actual names. So, let me introduce Luke and Sally.

Luke: 5.5-year-old boy whose energy knows no bounds, whose heart has no limits, whose temper is more volatile than a gas fire.

Good thing he’s so stinking cute!

Sally: just turned 3-year-old girl whose giggle is the most brilliant sound on Earth, whose affection is infinite, whose vocal cords never get a rest.

Thankfully, “Good at Hide & Seek” is not a college entry requirement.

Tim: a man who makes me laugh even when I really don’t want to – he can defuse my temper without even using a bomb robot! Brave man. His patience and tolerance allow me to be as effusively emotive as I like. And he’s cute too.

Possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen – Sally and Tim, Halloween 2 years ago.

What about me? Do I have an identity and a name beyond Allison @ Motherhood, WTF? This is the hardest one. I want to protect my family’s privacy, but I also want to be a real writer, and that requires a name. So, allow me to introduce myself:

I am Allison Hart. I look like a comic book and I wear a sparkly mask. At all times.

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