Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


A philosophy I need to adapt

It's called the Fuck It philosophy. Thanks to Random and Odd for outlining it for me.

Why can't I do this? I, too, suffer from the "talking it to death" disease. Why can't I just throw my arms up in the air and say Who Cares? Fuck it.


Army of Dad sees me crying because of whatever (I don't need good reasons to cry) and after he laughs when he figures out it is because the baby is pretty much potty trained or Hot Rod has finally learned to tie his shoes and I'm just crying because they don't need me anymore *taking a deep breath as I try to continue this run-on sentence verbally* then he just shrugs, mentally says Fuck It and goes on. Nothing he can do to make me feel better because probably whatever he says is only going to make me cry more or, even worse, get mad at HIM instead.

So, I need to learn to do this. Are there support group meetings for this?

No? Well, fuck it.

Step one accomplished. Acknowledging I have a problem is the first step in recovery.


  • At 9:12 AM, August 29, 2005, Blogger Gadfly said…

    A wise man once said to me: "Fuck'em feed'em fish heads"

    OK, maybe he wasn't all that wise, but he was pretty f-ing funny ;)

  • At 12:00 PM, August 29, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Random stuff ... Whenever I'd say, "Hey Dad, guess what?" He'd reply "Turkey squat." Used to bug the hell out of me. Caught myself doing it to Hot Rod yesterday. *shaking my head*

    Not sure what came over me.

    Child looked at me blankly trying to process what the hell mom was talking about. AoD looked at me like I had bugs crawling out of my eyes.


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