Is it Just Me?

I have a severe affliction of the mind.

At night, almost every night actually, I lay in bed and rehash my highlight reel of “Allison’s Worst Moments.”

They are those memories which make me squirm and hide my face under the blankets and sometimes wish I could have a do-over.

I have the craziest long-term memory. I may forget my belongings in weird places, I might forget to text you for 10 months, but I can remember who sat where in my Grade 2 class.

I can also vividly remember all the horribleness that came from me. Sure, I remember the good, but it is the not-so-proud memories that resonate with me.

I was never really a bully. As a matter of fact, I always tried to stick up for people who got bullied in school. However, I am a girl that had girl friends and what happens when a group of girls get together?

Back in my day before the internet was available to entertain our closed-minds, we would kind of be awful to each other.

Instead of encouragement, we infected each other with self-doubt.

Instead of trying to understand our differences (or heaven forbid embrace them), we tried to unify our clique. We didn’t want each other to have a skill or knowledge the other didn’t possess.

We were almost like one walking, talking blob of sameness. We sucked.

Thank eff we grew up and out of that shit.

Or did we?

Even as a young adult I kind of thrived off my “I am a bitch” attitude because I thought it let me get away with some things. I also felt like I needed to have a cold shoulder in order to protect myself from hurt.

I was the main bitch, no one could out bitch me.

That got pretty tiring. I still have the uncanny ability to say exactly what is on my mind and I have a general feeling of “I don’t give a fuckedness.” But is it wayyyyyy different now.

I was posing before. I cared a lot about how people thought of me. Now I don’t care so much about how others perceive me, but how I make myself feel.

(That highlight-reel. Oi. It makes me cringe.)

I kind of feel like that clique mentality shifts as we get older- like the same stupid “cool kid” requirements of the right shoes, clothes etc.  Hell, now you have to have the car, house and job to go with that. HELL, now you have to even push this crap onto your kids.

Remember that little online shopping problem I told you about in the previous post? This really flared up when I was preparing for my last baby. I bought everything I could that was “in” and would make me a trendy mom.

I also joined what I thought was an amazing local parenting Facebook group and I really enjoyed conversing with the people in it.

It was an exclusive group in which you could only join after being in another group and had to adhere to some requirements of natural parenting etc.


Adult clique.

Anyway, at the time I was put off work early for maternity leave I thrived in this facebook group. The others in the group knew all the answers to my questions, could recommend new ways of doing things and knew the best ways to go about doing them. It was great, until it wasn’t.

It was when the mood switched from general advice and fun to “I can’t believe that mom did THAT” that I realized the group was not for me. It wasn’t for the person I wanted to be.

The final straw for me was when one Member came into the group to chastise another mom she had met that day in public (at WALMART, how self-righteous).

The Member saw that Walmart Mom looking at the sippy cups and the Walmart Mom exclaimed,

“Oh I wish they had blue ones for my son, all they have are pink for girls.”

Member decided this was unacceptable and came running to our Facebook Group immediately to tell us all about Walmart Mom who “didn’t know that boys can use pink cups too and it seriously impedes the child’s development because they perceive pink as wrong and colours should be gender fluid, yada yada.”

I simply inquired if Member had talked to Walmart Mom.

“Did you tell her that a pink sippy cup was just as useful as a blue one and the boy’s male anatomy would actually stay in tact during use?” I asked.

The answer was no.

Member didn’t.

Member thought it appropriate to instead berate Walmart Mom in a private setting, behind social media’s closed doors where Walmart Mom would never know.

I left that Facebook group that day.

Those actions of Member reminded me of when I was in elementary school and I wore a dress almost every day. One day I was wearing my favourite twirly dress and I heard some girls whispering about me – it was something to the effect of, “doesn’t she know that only babies wear dresses to school?”

I never wore a dress to school again and the next time I tried on that favourite dress of mine, it didn’t fit anymore. I effing loved that dress.

The real issue is that this is not a facebook or social media problem.

It is a SOCIAL PROBLEM. This happens everywhere.

It’s the Mommy Wars.

It is the “I am more of an adult that you are Wars.”


“I-have-this-knowledge-but-I-don’t-want-to-share-it-so-we-are-equal Wars.”

The ones who behave this way are always the dicks in movies. I don’t want to be a dick.

I guess all I want is for all the cattiness and back-alley behavior to stop. JUST STOP.

I know I can’t change people, but if there is anything that I wish to do in life right now it is to create more positive energy.

If we could just start thinking and acting in a more positive manner, I wonder how that would change our outlook? I wonder if it would change the general vibe that society currently has? I know all about herd mentality. If you look it up, it is similar to when mob goes into hysterics and starts looting. Even people that generally wouldn’t loot, do it because the thought process of the mob almost becomes contagious.

Why can’t we do that with positive thought?

I think the change first has to start within ourselves.

Love yourself!


As a side note to this blog, I have created a short off-the-top list of some I would like to say “I am sorry for being a dick” to:

 – The girl I yelled at in Global History class in school. I didn’t mean to make you cry.

 – My best friend for yelling at her while I was pregnant (we could blame hormones, but I was just jealous you were continuing your young and fabulous life and I was, well… going to be a teen mom)

 – My other best friend for making you feel like shit while we were at the lake/pond thing – you got enough of that crap from your brothers, I didn’t need to help.

 – My other best friend for not being there quite enough.

 – Girl Guides – I ate the entire box…

 – My former Grade 5 music teacher –  I am pretty sure the damaged flute is still at my parents’ house somewhere.

 – The girl we gave that awful nickname to. You always bring it up, even when I see you now.

 – The girl whom I put through her own hell in high school. I am sure he hurt you, but it was my fault.

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Hello to you!

This week has been the longest ever.

My car kicked the bucket on Saturday so we are in search of another that fits our “no debt” policy, but isn’t also 18 years old. It is annoying as hell because my husband and I are complete opposites.

I swear he must have been asleep since 1999. He still rocks his Nirvana shirt, plaid button-ups with Lee jeans…

…wait a second. My teenage daughter also wears clothes like this. It is quite possible my husband is “on-fleek?”

Enter Twilight Zone music and all the voices in my head going into mass hysteria.

 What a week to be without wheels. It is finally feeling like spring, my youngest child is getting stir crazy and I have a friggin parcel at the post office. Said post office closes at 5pm and Husband does not get home until 530pm.

This is my life right now.

A parcel at the post office IS LIFE.

 Since becoming a Stay at Home Mom I have discovered something amaaaaazing.


I don’t go overboard. But when I do manage to get my bank account looking decent, I splurge a little.

I am pretty sure my post office notice is a golden ticket for either A.) a new hair straightener (2 years overdue) or B.) A makeup haul!

I have never ordered makeup online, but I am seriously addicted to a couple of make up groups on Facebook and they are a bad influence.

It has been so long since I felt the need to buy new makeup – I almost felt guilty.



 Anyone who knows me in real life knows I basically look like Napoleon Dynamite when I wake up.

I have the Ginger Curse of white eyebrows and eyelashes. Waking up next to me can be quite a shock.

 There was a time, starting roughly around age 13, when I would not even leave my parents’ dooryard without full face. God forbid if some feller was driving down my road at 80km per hour and managed to glance at my translucent-non-makeup face. I am not sure if they would have even been able to see if I had a face driving at that speed, but teenager logic prevails all scenarios.

 As I got older, I definitely still kept up my “No, I always look like this” appearance.

Unless we were close friends and we either went: camping, swimming, working out , or I accidentally stayed overnight when I was supposed to go home then you saw me with foundation, eyebrows, eyelashes, blush. BARE MINIMUM.

Then I got a little hermit -y following my last pregnancy and birth.

The attire for being a stay at home mom requires little effort. My toddler does not judge me, although sometimes she does like to feel how squishy my stomach is and I definitely fabricate some sort of judgement coming from her. Self-image is a serious thang.

Anywho, cue the sweatpants and no bra, no makeup, no hair did look.

There was actually a running joke in our family that Husband would come home and I would be in my underwear.

He would say, “oh, no pants today?”

I would just look at his working-out-of-the-home ass with contempt.

Then I decided I had to do something. I don’t know what happened. Maybe I had just had enough of taking care of everyone else and decided it was time to take care of me for a while? I decided I was going to start doing more things that I, MYSELF, loved.

I love to paint, sing, play music, work-out, and I love being semi-girly.

I threw out all of my granny panties! (OK, I still keep one pair for monthly purposes)

I bought a new bra. I got a new outfit and a pair of goal jeans. My goal jeans fit now too.

Now I sit and wait for my new makeup. THIS IS LIFE. Well this is my life.

You might be sitting there thinking, “really? A bit of makeup and new Walmart undies makes this lady’s day.”

Well, eff you.

When you go so long taking care of others it is really easy to lose track of taking care of yourself.

It is a common issue amoung new parents. Hell, it is common to anyone who has to put others before themselves – whether they be taking care of a loved one, or their job is tending to others needs. That shit is tiring.

What I have learned, truly, is that when I take care of myself I am a happier person. When I am a happier person, I am a better mom, wife, friend, daughter. I have time for other people now because I am not constantly exhausted by the idea of having to take on another person’s emotions, time or energy because I have my own outlets now.

I have been working out consistently since December and man do I feel the positive differences. I have hypothyroidism  so getting started was a huge hurdle, but it happened and I am so happy now that I started exercising regularly again.

I even started meditating on a regular basis. I have never tried this before and it felt a bit weird at first, but it actually helped me learn to relax and slow down a little. I do it for around ten minutes per day. I have been lacking lately, but I am definitely going to keep this as a practice.

I hope any of you who find that feeling of guilt or shame that can come with self-importance can let go of it.

I had someone tell me I was self-important once, and I thought it was such an insult.

It is not. When you put yourself on your priority list, it has a domino effect.

Love yourself!


ps) I will update with my post-office haul once I have wheels!

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