Sweet baby jebus, I hate the About page.
So hi. I’m Tammy. Welcome to World’s Worst Moms, where good moms come to tell their best “bad mom” moments. This introduction part always feels a bit like that time in college when I went to a Little Sister Rush party and there were about twenty girls for every guy. You want to be fun, witty, and likable enough to get invited up to see someone’s fish tank but somehow avoid making a total ass of yourself (though I’m probably giving college guys too much credit with the “witty” requirement).
But enough about me. As you’ll quickly find out, this site isn’t actually about the world’s truly worst moms — although I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to disparage people like this:
Incidentally, my husband says he did this at least once.
No, this site is dedicated to all of you good moms out there who consistently think you suck at it. Like me (See how I did that? Because in all honesty, it really is all about me…).
I’m a good mom (I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and gosh darn it…). But I have to remind myself of that constantly. Why? Because I’m an expert at picking out all of the things I fail to do, forget to do, don’t do well, don’t do enough of, and don’t like when it comes to being a mom (actually when it comes to being a person in general, but we can pick through that mess as we go along). Self-sabotage — at least I’m consistently great at one thing. . .
So yes, we’re good moms. But we’ve all said it, haven’t we? I’m the world’s worst mom. I really shouldn’t have said that to her. I sort of wanted to strangle him just now. Or, oh crap, that kinda coulda killed her!
Anyway, that’s where you’ve landed — among some funny, brave, snarky moms who’ve been generous enough to share their Worst Mom Moments. And as a special bonus, you also get me! Here’s how it works:
•Personal Insanity — all the inside dirt on my husband, kids, dog, depression, and chronic pain crap that makes everybody want to lock me in a closet.
•Worst Mom Rants — this really wouldn’t be necessary if people would just let us run the world.
•Worst Mom Reviews — because how else will we figure out which crap to hoard.
•Worst Mom Randomness — the dumping ground for all the topics that couldn’t be classified. Photos and videos that kind of make you want to wash your eyeballs, polls that ask how often you honestly bathe the kids, and artsy fartsy Pinterest-y ideas that’ll be sure to make you feel even more inferior about everything.
•Worst Mom Giveaways — the wine and trips to Barbados (I’m reaching here) that will lift your spirits after being made to feel inferior by the artsy fartsy Pinterest section.
Because inferiority always looks better when you’re drunk or a sitting on a beach.
And since you’ll soon find out I’m kind of flakey and lack stamina, it would be great if the rest of you snarky, comical, cranky, complainy, creative, people would just jump on in and let us all know what you’re thinking. Rant, Review, or Randomize yourselves. And of course keep sending in your best moments.
Thanks for coming out to play.
*Photo credit www.heavy.com
I'm Tammy -- wife, mommy, political junky, chronic complainer, godless liberal, and Hallmark-commercial-level sap. When I'm not busy popping pain pills and freaking out about Republicans taking us back to the 1950s, you'll probably find me plotting to run away from home and then crying an hour later because the kids won't be 8 and 10 forever. I'm a light greenie who buys organic and then eats a whole tube of Pringles after everyone goes to bed. My husband is a doctor who wants to build greenhouses and move me to some urban farm like Eva Gabor. And my son used to be autistic -- or so they said. Go figure.
