I’m really good at saying fuck, I’m a mama and I live in the Midwest(and I’m an ordained minister married to a woman). I think I win and let’s be friends, for fucks sake.
Love it. This is one of the reasons I created a Substack—to create a community of moms (particularly ones that occasionally say f*ck) so we don’t all feel like we’re doing this alone.
Not a young mom anymore either and have no advice. Just relatability. Our first son was 3 when our third son was born. I was deranged. When I was tripping over Legos, matchbox cars, inside-out pants, singleton socks and shoes, I used to fantasize about being alone in the house. Now that my babies are in their 30’s, I miss my sticky little guys and their silliness. Until I had children I never knew the height of my anger and the depth of my love.
I love your blog, Chelsea. As I read it, I wondered how I ever got through the years of sleeplessness and chaos. But I did. And you will, too.
Love this space. Love how you share your thoughts and feelings. Going through the same adventure at the moment. Can’t wait to read words coming from your soul weekly and share my experience as well. Thanks for starting this. Definitely, Mommy say f*ck!
I’m really good at saying fuck, I’m a mama and I live in the Midwest(and I’m an ordained minister married to a woman). I think I win and let’s be friends, for fucks sake.
Love it. This is one of the reasons I created a Substack—to create a community of moms (particularly ones that occasionally say f*ck) so we don’t all feel like we’re doing this alone.
Looking forward to your soon to be oh so relatable posts, living, soon-to-be-momming, and doing church life in Texas...
I’m so happy for you! And happy to be read by another Midwest liberal. We need to stick together.
Not a young mom anymore either and have no advice. Just relatability. Our first son was 3 when our third son was born. I was deranged. When I was tripping over Legos, matchbox cars, inside-out pants, singleton socks and shoes, I used to fantasize about being alone in the house. Now that my babies are in their 30’s, I miss my sticky little guys and their silliness. Until I had children I never knew the height of my anger and the depth of my love.
I love your blog, Chelsea. As I read it, I wondered how I ever got through the years of sleeplessness and chaos. But I did. And you will, too.
“The height of my anger and depth of my love” is spot on! I hope you’ll offer your wisdom and advice more often. Thanks for the support. 💛
Love this space. Love how you share your thoughts and feelings. Going through the same adventure at the moment. Can’t wait to read words coming from your soul weekly and share my experience as well. Thanks for starting this. Definitely, Mommy say f*ck!
I hope you share your experiences too! Thank you for reading. Even though you’re in Australia, I feel this is another way to connect. 💕
Not a young mom anymore but may be able to offer advice
My son told me yesterday: "Mommy you get an A plus for not saying any bad words today!"