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Motherhood is hard.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Firstly, can we take a moment for this video please? I watch the Shaytards everyday. For those unaware of what exactly a "shaytard" is, essentially they are a family who have daily vlogged for the last 5 years, and essentially I love them....essentially. Whenever I try and explain how much I love them, I literally spend 45 minutes on a tangent of "I cried so hard..." "Oh my god it was so cute!"...it's bordering on pathetic. I have given them 10-30 minutes of my life every day for the last 4.5 years....where was I going with this? What's going on? Who am I? I don't remember. Just watch this video and try not to cry at how adorably precious this is!



The whole time I watched it all I could think was dang I want a cute adorable child to do cute and adorable things! This obviously subsided pretty quickly because I'm too much of a little baby, alcoholic, sloppy, hot mess to even joke about these things for a good few years! Then I wandered on over to Thought Catalogue and this article popped up entitled 101 Things I Will Teach My Daughters and it got me thinking that one day I may have a little daughter who starts off precious and slowly grows into said 21 year old hot mess and now I'm incredibly worried for her....so I made her a list of the things she should know...based on my own hot mess life.

*disclaimer: I don't actually want daughters*

*disclaimer #2: I should probably stop vocalizing that all over the internet just in case I do have one in the future and she thinks I hate her.*

*disclaimer #3: I'm sorry honey, I'm sure you are great.*

*disclaimer #4: Is your dad George Clooney by any chance?*

*disclaimer #5: Is it awkward having such a hot dad?*

Dear Darling Daughter,

Always remember...

  • You are never too cool to do anything. 
  • Speak truthfully, but don't use being honest as an excuse to be a bitch.
  • Don't hide the school lunches you didn't eat in your closet....seriously, that's really weird. Don't do that. 
  • Always speak from a good place.
  • Don't lead a guy on, regret it, insist on sleeping in the hallway (?) and then get mad when next time you hang out he doesn't try anything and instead gives you a blanket for the couch...seriously pull it together. 
  • Don't take your good friendships for granted. When you find a friend who stays up all night watching bad TV, thinks you are the funniest person ever, brings you food, listens when you speak, loves you even though you are kind of a crazy, hot, mess...don't let him/her go...in fact...potentially just marry that person and call it a day!
  • Make an effort.
  • Don't be afraid to let people in.
  • Be inspired. 
  • Don't do water fasts, juice cleanses, or any other form of "make me skinny" torture that will make you hate yourself and harm your relationship with bagels.
  • Work hard: at friendships, jobs, relationships, school...everything, always.
  • Don't be too mad when your brother wouldn't talk to you for long periods of time because his "phone is broken" or he is "working all the time" or he "forgot"....it's in his blood....permission to kick his ass: granted.
  • Don't leave everything until the last minute (although if you are my child, you have a natural ability to fall on your feet and pass that test...so you are freakin' welcome!)
  • Don't fall asleep in the woods, cramped up on an armchair with a boy you went to high school with....mosquito bites aren't cute and you have work in the morning. 
  • Throw wild parties...but don't throw them in my house! Instead, just break into rich peoples houses while they are out of town...I'm kidding...ok fine, but clean up....ok I'm really kidding....but, don't get caught....ok but really don't.....but be safe.
  • If you are going to do anything dangerous or slutty...don't tell me about it....but be safe.
  • Skip class to go to the beach every once in a while....but be safe.
  • Stay away from drugs and whiskey. Individually or together....and be safe.
  • Get your wild party girl lifestyle out of the way early...then get your shit together.
  • Save money.
  • Don't date rappers.
  • Don't date athletes.
  • Befriend the party photographers...seriously just get on their good side. 
  • Don't compare your lifestyle to that of your daughter-of-a-billionaire-friend...you will cry.
  • Always keep in mind that people are too busy worrying about there own shit to notice you falling down the subway stairs, but still get up really quickly because that's gross, you are lying in a bums urine. up, up, up.
  • Go and do it. Whatever it is...do it. Unless we are talking about sex, then don't always do it. The heroin addict bartender? Don't do that. Backpack through Europe? Do That! 
  • Don't live with people you meet online.
  • Trust your heart.
  • Let people love you.
  • Call your Mum.








From Mummpet's last womb tenant,

Friday, November 8, 2013




Happiest of birthdays to my first ever friend. I know nobody likes my blog more than my Mother and nobody gets madder that I haven't written in a long time, so I figured I would write one just for her!

Growing up my mother and I had the typical mother-daughter relationship, we laughed about the most ridiculous things, I stole her clothes, she had a way of making me madder than most people could, she helped me with anything I would let her (I'm an independent little woman so this wasn't always easy), she was the target of my prime bitchiness, but at the end of the day I have realized I would be lost without her.

It wasn't until I moved out that I realized how special she was to me. My roommate at the time was shocked at how often I called my mum and how much she knew about my life (although this may have something to do with the fact that this woman is CIA level online stalker....) and I realized she was kind of more than my Mum. She was one of my best friends and I suddenly regretted never thanking her enough and never letting her know how much I love her.

Heck this woman drove me to the hospital on so many occasions as a child because I had put rocks up my nose for the fourth time in a week that it is beyond funny. She has been at the receiving end of all of my weird questions; the number of times I have asked this woman what she would do if I dropped dead right this second, or quizzed her about my phobias or loves, or pointed at her stomach and asked how weird it was that I used to live near her pancreas are almost infinite.

She cracks me up, and for that I wish her a Happy Birth day,week,month,year!