This is what my brain reads like. Seriously.
May I just mention how much I loathe and despise the term "yummy mummy"?
I have serious concerns for the mental health and wellbeing of any individual who uses the phrase at all seriously or repeatedly.
Not only does the term suggest that, as a mother, you aren't normally 'yummy' (and we'll leave the infantilised sexual overtones of THAT little word-gem right alone, because it's so not worth it), but the connotation is that you should want to be. Because, you know, mothers don't have anything better to think about than whether or not they're sexually alluring and attractive. AND if they DO they're "letting themselves go".
Seeing this phrase bandied about in the media makes me want to throw things. Almost as much as women who claim to be/want to be "MILFs" (yeah, I lost all respect for Tori Amos with that line).
My uncle's outta rehab, and moved interstate again. I got a Christmas card from him today.
On the the other hand Matt's brother has come back from interstate, in preparation for Christmas, which we're spending with Matt's family again this year. And I seriously hope I don't hurt someone. Or have a big fat hormonally-fuelled pregnant tanty at anyone (his parents are driving me crazy right now! More than usual). I'm thinking I'll take a book to read, and some coloured textas/pencils as well as my usual notebook/pen combo. That way I can either read or start working on Splodge's baby book if it all gets too much. Arts and Crafts make a sparkly, happy Naphie!
Matt and I went shopping for my Christmas present today, which amounted to him remembering the way to the shops I've lead him around in the past month or two, and picking up the items I'd carefully pointed out to him previously.
He's not very good with the gift-buying, especially the culturally necessitated ones, so at least I know I'll enjoy what I get? (He does make up for it in a whole lot of different ways that truthfully mean a lot more to me than constant presents - like talking to me as though I'm a person whose opinion he values, trying to be considerate of me in his words and actions, and making me laugh almost every day and cheering me up when I'm feeling down in the dumps, though)
I'm bringing him slowly round to the idea that giving gifts at culturally necessitated times can be an opportunity for spoiling friends and loved ones in ways you don't necessarily think of the rest of the time. I don't think he's quite gotten it yet (Mr.Spontaneity that he is, he'd rather buy me expensive perfume just because, and fails to realise that he doesn't actually do this so much any more, and that it means something different if he buys it for me, rather than handing me the money and telling me I can go buy it if I want it).
My Christmas (Midsummer) cards will be late this year guys, apologies.
I think we're making Christmas gifts for everyone next year.
I'm trying to think of projects I can include all three members of our house in on, in some way. I think having some "project days" when Matt has an hour or two free and we can invite friends around to have Arts & Crafts bees might be a fun way to sort it out - make stuff and socialise at the same time!
As opposed to Matt's family, mine are remarkably sane at the moment.
My father has explicitly told me that Splodge will be my child, and decisions regarding my child are mine to make, not his.
My mother has apparently had a bitch to my great-grandmother that I may call my child something with lots of Zs and Ys, or otherwise something along the lines of "Rainflower", but has completely failed to mention the topic to me (knowing better).
My grandmother calls me herself and no longer gets me to speak to my grandfather (cross off one enormous stressor from my list).
My brother calls me back when I call him, and I had a really nice, juicy chat to his girlfriend last time - who seemed partly surprised, partly happy that I'd want to.
My Nan is a calm and calming influence and trying to stay in touch at least once a fortnight. She gives me a great big wodge of baby-related paraphernalia every time I see her. Splodge is going to have to emerge from the womb and immediately start wearing a sign that reads "Sponsored by Nana".
And thank goodness for Killian, who helps keep me sane on even the craziest of days.
For Karra and Jas, who make me feel like I'm not just ranting off into my own personal little cyberspace about stuff.
For Jess, who keeps introducing us to fun and funny, intelligent and interesting people (who cares if they're all five years younger than me?!).
I have serious concerns for the mental health and wellbeing of any individual who uses the phrase at all seriously or repeatedly.
Not only does the term suggest that, as a mother, you aren't normally 'yummy' (and we'll leave the infantilised sexual overtones of THAT little word-gem right alone, because it's so not worth it), but the connotation is that you should want to be. Because, you know, mothers don't have anything better to think about than whether or not they're sexually alluring and attractive. AND if they DO they're "letting themselves go".
Seeing this phrase bandied about in the media makes me want to throw things. Almost as much as women who claim to be/want to be "MILFs" (yeah, I lost all respect for Tori Amos with that line).
My uncle's outta rehab, and moved interstate again. I got a Christmas card from him today.
On the the other hand Matt's brother has come back from interstate, in preparation for Christmas, which we're spending with Matt's family again this year. And I seriously hope I don't hurt someone. Or have a big fat hormonally-fuelled pregnant tanty at anyone (his parents are driving me crazy right now! More than usual). I'm thinking I'll take a book to read, and some coloured textas/pencils as well as my usual notebook/pen combo. That way I can either read or start working on Splodge's baby book if it all gets too much. Arts and Crafts make a sparkly, happy Naphie!
Matt and I went shopping for my Christmas present today, which amounted to him remembering the way to the shops I've lead him around in the past month or two, and picking up the items I'd carefully pointed out to him previously.
He's not very good with the gift-buying, especially the culturally necessitated ones, so at least I know I'll enjoy what I get? (He does make up for it in a whole lot of different ways that truthfully mean a lot more to me than constant presents - like talking to me as though I'm a person whose opinion he values, trying to be considerate of me in his words and actions, and making me laugh almost every day and cheering me up when I'm feeling down in the dumps, though)
I'm bringing him slowly round to the idea that giving gifts at culturally necessitated times can be an opportunity for spoiling friends and loved ones in ways you don't necessarily think of the rest of the time. I don't think he's quite gotten it yet (Mr.Spontaneity that he is, he'd rather buy me expensive perfume just because, and fails to realise that he doesn't actually do this so much any more, and that it means something different if he buys it for me, rather than handing me the money and telling me I can go buy it if I want it).
My Christmas (Midsummer) cards will be late this year guys, apologies.
I think we're making Christmas gifts for everyone next year.
I'm trying to think of projects I can include all three members of our house in on, in some way. I think having some "project days" when Matt has an hour or two free and we can invite friends around to have Arts & Crafts bees might be a fun way to sort it out - make stuff and socialise at the same time!
As opposed to Matt's family, mine are remarkably sane at the moment.
My father has explicitly told me that Splodge will be my child, and decisions regarding my child are mine to make, not his.
My mother has apparently had a bitch to my great-grandmother that I may call my child something with lots of Zs and Ys, or otherwise something along the lines of "Rainflower", but has completely failed to mention the topic to me (knowing better).
My grandmother calls me herself and no longer gets me to speak to my grandfather (cross off one enormous stressor from my list).
My brother calls me back when I call him, and I had a really nice, juicy chat to his girlfriend last time - who seemed partly surprised, partly happy that I'd want to.
My Nan is a calm and calming influence and trying to stay in touch at least once a fortnight. She gives me a great big wodge of baby-related paraphernalia every time I see her. Splodge is going to have to emerge from the womb and immediately start wearing a sign that reads "Sponsored by Nana".
And thank goodness for Killian, who helps keep me sane on even the craziest of days.
For Karra and Jas, who make me feel like I'm not just ranting off into my own personal little cyberspace about stuff.
For Jess, who keeps introducing us to fun and funny, intelligent and interesting people (who cares if they're all five years younger than me?!).