madmarriage 1.0
Posted on February 23, 2007
Filed Under marriage, kids, parenting, suburban joys |
Why ‘madmarriage’?
Have you ever searched for a domain name? I tried everything to do with motherhood: madmomma, madhousewife, yourmamma, notyourmamma, most of these are porn sites. I don’t want to disappoint. Then I began to think, should I really advertise this as a motherhood rant?
Truth is, I’m not that great at this mothering thing. In fact, I might suck. But no one takes you aside and says, “You know, you’re really failing at this. You’re fucking it all up.” The only person willing to be so overtly critical and is my own mother and, well, those in glass houses. So no motherhood references in the domain name though there will certainly be episodes recorded here that reflect my general shortcoming as a Mom and the endurance and wherewithal of my five year old daughter and my seven year old son, who will be referred to as O and G.
As for my own marriage and its respective madness - there’s very little of the zany, happy go lucky, wild nightlife with very hip couples type of madness, but there is hell a lot of resentment and “Damn it, did you forget to pay the credit card bill again?” type of animosity. So that’s the madness I refer to. Really, I can’t remember a recent day in the marriage that hasn’t inspired some madness on my part. There it is…‘madmarriage’. Nine years of it.
If you can’t already tell, let me state this clearly, this will not be a blog that ever reminds anyone to savor the time with your young children as childhood passes so quickly. If you ask me, it can’t be over fast enough. I really do love my two kids but I don’t love the rice crispies I find beneath the couch cushions, or the calls for “Mommy, I need a wipe” at 5:30 in the morning and I could do without another glass of spilled milk.
I used to do bong hits, smoke Camel Lights, see live bands and occasionally drop some acid. Now I eat prune flavored Activia and take tennis lessons. We’ve joined a country club and the closest thing to a night out is Bertucci’s and a movie. I take small comfort in the fact that I still know people living cool, alternative lives like friends who live in Amsterdam or those that play in bands or have married their gay lovers. I know the second in command at one of the world’s largest fashion houses. I even know one of ABC’s lead Bachelors. These friends seem to be leading a richer life than I who have accomplished little in the way of hip or alternative or interesting today or any day in recent memory. Rock on alternative friends, no pressure but I’m living vicariously.
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I’m sure O & G will be happy to inform you that “You’re fucking it all up.” Just give ‘em time.