My Daily Post

OK, today I'm bitchin about zits.  Just when I think it's safe to believe I've grown up, I get some sort of big ole honker on my face.  I can have grey hairs growing out of moles on my face, but those zits . . .

AND I've got cold sores!!!!!  Anyone else get cold sores??????   Seems like I go outside to weed and the next thing you know, my lip is erupting.  AND they hurt.

AND my foot hurts.  Gotta weed today, so I won't wear shoes, just really good socks.

NOTE TO NIKE:  May I please have some gardening socks?  I'll take argyle or paisley.  They have to have enough tension in them to help me fight foot swelling, and a durable sole for stepping on bees.  Kinda like those ugly slipper/socks we got as kids that let us sleep in our slippers.  You can name them after me, Bitchin' Mollies!

Anonymous said:

I hate how thankless motherhood is.  Sure, there are a few Hallmark "gee, thanks, Mommy!" moments, but mostly it's drudgery, arguments and mess.  I don't get paid.  I don't get praised.  I don't even get credit, most of the time.  There are no performance reviews and the only time my mothering is talked about at all is when somebody (usually a teenager) is criticizing it.

I love my kids and I love my husband and I'd choose this life all over again (only with a lot more money and a really good babysitter).  But I hate knowing that they could hire somebody to do the physical stuff I do, and if nobody did the mental and emotional stuff I do not a person in the world would notice the difference.

Hey!

I love having a Bitchin Post.  Right now, I'm gonna whine about being 57, chubby, MS' impaled, and just generally OLD.  I used to get a tummy thing and get over it in no time.  Now, there is no such thing as "a little tummy upset" and it takes a full 24 hours to feel 'normal' - whatever that is!?

I'm lucky to have a husband to bring me chicken soup and 7-up, a dog to lick my face, and a friend to come by and visit, therefore forcing me to get up and get dressed.

But, jeez, you'd think I was pregnant?????!!!!! (NOOOOOOOOOO)

Anonymous said:

My husband, who is WONDERFUL as far as husbands and fathers go..(I could list his good attributes for a page or so) but my word! the guy has bad breath ALL.THE.TIME!! He wants me to tell him, but he always looks hurt when I do (no matter how gently I hint). Often he can't help it, it's due to his sinuses and it's his nasal exhalations that are rotten. It's a big reason why I don't want to kiss/snuggle/have sex as much as he wants. Also, he knows he is overweight, and under duress I admitted that if he lost a few lbs I might be more hot for him, (again, as gently as possible) and yet, he's just gotten bigger! Why does he expect me to want to jump his bones???!!!

Creative Spirit said:

So, how do we post on this thing? :P

Lady Jane said:

I hope this site becomes a great place for people to vent and heal when they need to. And let me be the first to "bitch." So, I took Amanda for her annual birthday strawberry picking, and let me just say that too many strawberries is not good for the tummy! Good luck with this site you guys, it is just what many people need!!

Why we need the Bitchin' Post

Mollie and I have been pretty lucky in our lives, and we know it.  So far we haven't come across any calamity we can't handle with grace, quick thinking and the love of our super-hero spouses.  But - and as anyone who's hiked behind me can attest, that's a big but - we can't handle anything without the support of our friends.

We all have times in our lives when we need a little extra boost but we can't get it from the people around us.  Maybe we're going through an awful divorce and can't vent about the Ex in front of the kids; maybe we have a very ill child and we can't express our fears without making it worse for the rest of the family; maybe the adoption is dragging, or the grey hairs now outnumber the blonde, or we haven't had sex in six months.

We hope the Bitchin' Post can be your loving, supportive, funny, kick-in-the-pants virtual table full of girlfriends with a cup of tea, a dessert plate and a fork apiece.  Bear with us as the site evolves in whichever way you choose to take it - we'll try to keep up.

Tell us what's on your mind that you can't vent about in public.  And . . . pass the cheesecake.