Oh, hey! HELLO.
Welcome to our club! The Bad Moms Club. Everyone's allowed. Mostly. (Yes, boys too. Dads are, after all, the new moms.) Are you pretty sure that you're bad, but, like, in a good way? Then come on in!
Why a Bad Moms Club? Why not? I mean, aren't we all bad moms, in a way? Why not celebrate our badness?
Look, someone, somewhere – guaranteed – thinks that you're doing something
wrong. Whether you attachment parent or free range parent, breastfeed
or bottle-feed, co-sleep or cry it out, spank or time it out,
homeschool or private school or public school or old skool… somebody,
somewhere, thinks that you're making the wrong choices, and that somebody is probably
judging you, right now. So why not just embrace that fact, and just say, whatever. It is good to be bad. Because if the alpha mommies and the sanctimommies and the isn't-Gwyneth-Paltrow-awesome mommies think you're doing something wrong? That's pretty strong evidence that you're getting something right.
So we thought we'd start a club to celebrate that fact, and to
proclaim our solidarity in bad motherhood. Because bad, after all, is
the new good.
And you are all, like, totally welcome to join. All you need is the will to chill out and have fun with this parenting gig, and maybe a box or five of cheap wine.
So, yeah. Are you a Bad Mom? Grab the button below and tell the world. Because the first rule of Bad Moms Club is, there is totally a Bad Moms Club. And we wanna shout that out.
About Her Bad Mother
Great idea ladies!
What? You mean I’m not perfect? Get the f* out of here.
This is excellent!
I’m on the internets instead of reading shakespeare to my baby. BAD MOTHER! Can I join?
I am so in. I am the donuts are a food group mom. Nice to feel so welcome. Ha.
I LOVE THIS!
Aw, it’s like I’m no longer internet-homeless anymore. Yay!
I’m bringing vodka for the doughnuts, mostly because my own mother was once going to name me “Apple.” My last name rhymes with “Cider” and you see where this is going. Lucky for me, she then decided to name our dog, “Apple” thereby saving me from the taunts about my name, and feeding the taunts about her liking the dog better than me.
And, if that’s not a freaking intro, I don’t know what is.
I’m glad I’m not the only bad mom out there.
Oh, yeah, I’m totally in.
i’m not a bad mom. *eye shift* but i’d like to hang out and see how the other half lives. yeah, that’s the ticket.
Oh, I’m SO in. Exhibit A: 6yo walks in whining that his brother choked him. My response? “Clearly not successfully, since I can hear you whining about it. You’re fine. Stay away from your brother.”
I. Am. A. Bad. Mom.
I’m pretty sure I’m in- my parenting style is more judged and snubbed than approved of I’m sure.
Steph
I once gave a high needs infant with a high fever half the right dose of Ibuprofen all weekend long before I realized the math mistake. I forgot to sign up for swimming lessons all summer. And fall. I almost never mop my floor, although my infant with cerebral palsy crawls around in the dirt. I work full time and put my girls in a big freakin’ hive with piles of other germ laden kids. I let my three and a half year old watch a movie every day. I don’t have any idea where she will go to school in two years. I rock! Let me in, please.
Oh. I’m in.
Sign me up. Because bad mothers need to stick together. Preferably with duct tape but blog badges will work too.
xo
I’m in, if only for the cool logo. Not because I let my kids fight it out or because I give them cereal for dinner sometimes or because they’re often grubby little things, no.
I will be back when my son is born in January, for certain.
According to most of my family, putting ANY info about my baby on the internet qualifies me for Bad Mother of the Year – so I’m pretty sure all those pictures of me nursing him makes me at least vice-president.
xoxo
Suzanne
Bad mom? Sign me up! My kiddo and I roll with snarky badness all day long. My patenting techniques often receive wyerolls from my mom and MIL.
I’m such a bad mom I can’t even link correctly!
I love you. With all my shriveled mommy heart, I love you. I don’t write a fifth of what I want to about parenting. And I don’t read a tenth of parenting writing that rings true to my experience.
If you want content, holler. I may let loose on y’all.
There is not enough space for me to elaborate upon how much I screw up as a parent. The button is firmly upon my sidebar.
I once took a box of 36 red pens to my son’s teacher who was giving him detentions for forgetting his, with instructions to give any kid in class one as needed. “At my house we don’t have time to sweat the small stuff.” Yea, they love me there. I’m the worst about signing my son’s agenda, they are lucky he shows up in clean clothes on a daily basis. Socks are mated into kinda matching and just be glad they are clean. (I usually ask do you have gym today? before throwing a pair at my son)My best reason for being part of your group is I have been nominated on a daily basis by my 18 year old daughter. Hearing “you are a bad mom” every day for two years has to count for something.
Crystal, you got content, you just let us know. We’d love to feature bad moms other than ourselves!
I was BORN for the bad moms club.
After finishing lunch in front of the TV with my 18-month-old son (who whined until I gave him the “big boy” fork – my fork, ending in him stabbing me in the temple), I would feel at home here. Oh yeah, we’re out of baby wipes and our bank account is overdrawn. Time for a bath.
You know what’s sad? And maybe a bit bad, but mostly only because it’s so sad & I am so sleepless: I *just* got the soap reference. As in wash your mouth out, yeah? Sh**. This being mother thing? It’ll mess with your synapses. Which is why I need so much chocolate and red wine. Which in turn might explain why it took me so long to get the soap reference…
So, Hai, knock, knock,I just figured out the secret password to the clubhouse. Can I come in?
kool club!
I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don’t know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.
Lucy
http://businesseshome.net
My heart would sing for all of you bad moms if only I could get the damn theme song to Barney out of my head! You will keep me from drinking a bottle of wine on the bad days … well most of the time anyways. So in!