Fuck yeah, Parenting!

I'm always too afraid to write personal things here for fear of being judged, but everyone judges all the time and if you can't accept it, you aren't living right. Right? So fuck it.

Today I'm wondering why having kids ever sounded like a good idea. Being a mom is so fucking overrated. You feed them, wipe their asses, try to teach them manners, all while they ignore you and treat you like shit. As i write this, my two very loved little jerks are jumping on my bed at 11 pm while dad's out of town for work.

I totally believe children are clones of their parents so they won't eat them like rejected puppies. I have zero patience.

After 5 years at home with these delightful midget monsters, i understand why moms work. Being two months into my new job, i actually want to work. In journalism it felt like my alternative nature needed to be smothered, but my weirdness is embraced now. It's refreshing.

Tonight they ripped up a Dr Seuss book from my childhood and i cried. Stella throws herself on the floor in dramatic tantrums while Cole whines my ears off. I need an off button or some actual wine to go with that whine.

Omg i can't hear myself think.. the oldest one wants chocolate (please pleasy pleasy) and the girl has disappeared into the living room to blast cartoons.

Fuck yeah, parenting.

P.S. love & logic can suck my d*ck.

Hair, There & Everywhere

This momma got a new freelance job so I've been trying to balance bringing in some bucks with designing and writing copy for the new Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas website. I'm waiting on the photos from Stewart so I can start putting together the calendar. It's a lot of creative projects at once and I love it. My husband has been working extra hard on it and I'm so appreciative.

Been feeling bored with my hair.. straight and mid-length for so long - so I took a little trip to Sally's and ended up spending my first few days of freelance pay on hair supplies. A crimper, new rollers, a curling iron, feather extensions, the works. Even bought a little tube of red lipstick, wow!

Here's my hair with feathers in and crimped. No makeup; it was late.

My friends made comments like, "Get in the delorean we're picking up teen wolf and going back to the future!" and "Don't forget to roll your z cavariccis...." Haha, but I love it. It makes my hair thicker and alternating strips of crimped and straight hair is retro chic. I'm totally bringing it back. (Besides, my stylist's assistant had her hair crimped during the THPM calendar shoot and it was adorable.)

This is a style I'm loving too, especially for running out with dirty hair.

Onto other parenting things... My friend and fellow momma/calendar model Samantha is featuring some parenting stories on her blog starting this week, so head on over and check them out. Who knows? Yours truly might even have something to say. ;)