“‘Motherfuck-itude’ and ‘motherfuckery’ is
about quitting your bitching, getting out of
I read this and wanted to immediately print it out and tack it to the wall above the desk. And then live by it every single mother fucking day. I’ll have to memorize it since it’s probably not appropriate for an eight and a four year old to get their minds on. “Mommy? What’s a ‘mother fucker’?” I think the word ‘ego’ is a much dirtier one. But the bad word police didn’t ask me.
I’ve been wallowing a lot since the Girl Scout cookies arrived. Eating them with total abandon. Alcoholic abandon. “Hi, my name is Amy and I’m a Girl Scout cookie-a-holic.” Really it’s more like this: “Hi, my name is Amy and I’m a give-myself-permission-to-do-whatever-I-want-even-if-it-makes-me-miserable-and-I-know-it-will-a-holic”. Phew. Say that ten times fast.
I have not enjoyed revisiting the place where I say “Fuck it!” and then beat myself up for it, and then do it again! I have gone backwards in the past week. And I don’t dig it one single bit. I’ve been living unintentionally. Not having any direction, or purpose. Flailing about not concentrating on anything, doing a little of everything, accomplishing nothing. It has sucked.
I hate this feeling that I’m being dragged along while the crazy person makes all the decisions. It’s like when you were little and someone tickled you until you were laugh-screeching for mercy. You loved it, it was so funny, but it was awful because you couldn’t escape or breathe.
I’m learning that I like structure. A lot. That I like telling myself “NO!”. It works for me. The easy choice isn’t always so easy. Yes, I can cram cookies down my throat while sitting on the computer instead of paying attention to my children and doing a load of laundry. That seems delightful and easy. But then. My face breaks out from the sugar. The children gallop around the house, wanting to be noticed. No one has anything to wear. I feel fat. Easy’s not so easy anymore. Fat, yelling, and zitty in dirty jeans: not so delightful.
I did better yesterday. And then, like magic, this quote appeared this morning.
And I mother fucking love it.