It’s always so fun when you go to watch yourself on tv only to find out that you’ve been replaced with a story on women who make more money than their men.
My Today Show drinkin’ moms interview will now be airing on January 26th. As it turns out, the in studio guest is non other than Melissa from Suburban Bliss. She will be on the couch and hopefully take any or all of the heat for our “alcoholic ways.” In reality, there’s nothing wrong with having a glass of wine in front of your kids. There are so many bigger and better things to be judgemental about. Like wearing white after Labor Day or building a meth lab in your basement by smuggling Sudafed in from other countries since it’s illegal to by it here. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with our country. The things we judge mothers on don’t make sense. A lot of the mothers who breastfeed, co-sleep and homeschool their kids until they’re old enough to vote, have come down hard on my book for daring to suggest that it’s okay if you can’t or don’t end up breastfeeding. These are the exact same mothers who are pro-war because Bush says it’s right and Bush is a Christian and Christians are always right because they go by the bible. And I don’t want to hear any different la la la la la la la – I’m not listening!
Well, there are plenty of mothers just like me. Mothers who can’t believe their luck in how much they love their child, their life, their husbands, their jobs. Women who feel grateful that having a child changed their life even if they still wish for a couple of things back from their old life (like a post midnight bedtime). It’s a different world than thirty years ago – a world where we have car seats for our babies (quick someone show Britney how to use hers) and we know better than to smoke in the car or house or at all. A world where our drug of choice seems to be coffee or Klonopin rather than a double scotch rocks at five p.m. every day. But still, we’re judged.
Well judge away on my playdate glass of wine habit. I happen to know that I’m more fun when I’m one-sheet-to-the-wind. And I give a damn good impromptu puppet show. And I weigh three times as much as Nicole Richie so my tolerance is much higher.