This woman pulls no punches. She is a mother who didn't really want to be a mother but has worked out, often the hard way, how to deal with it. She writes things that make sense to me, and I love her fearlessness and her ability to cut to the beating heart of the matter without caring what you think, because it's important enough that it needs to be said. I wish I'd written pretty much everything I've read on her blog so far, especially her recent post, I became a mother, and died to live, on what it's REALLY like to make the transition from being a "normal" single, free and easy person to being a mother.
Yes, she's rude and offensive, and uses heaps of words I only use when I'm angry (they're called "mummy words" in this house) but her writing speaks to me in a way many of the more would-be-helpful parenting stuff doesn't. And it makes me laugh on those days when I seem to have done nothing but wipe up snot or poo or spilled food and I've forgotten to brush my hair (again) and the house looks like a tornado's hit it. And boy, are those the days when you NEED to laugh at something, because otherwise you'd cry.
She's also just started a new series of posts, FTM Friday, on making your own beauty products and toiletries, starting with this brilliant-looking set of body scrubs. I can't wait to make one of these recipes.
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| Lavender Mint Scrub |
I don't have the balls to write like she does. I'm too scared of offending people, and waste too much time worrying about what people think of me already, never mind what they might think if I wrote like that. One day maybe I'll find that inner renegade, and write what I really think about life, but in the meantime, I read hers and want to punch the air with joy that SOMEONE said it.
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