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Meet Emily. Emily swore she'd never be a mommy blogger, so now we all have something to laugh about together. From a cozy valley in Idaho, Emily writes in between work deadlines and toddler tantrums. Follow along at emilyfisk.com for attempts at gardening, sanity, humor, and faith.
In case you're wondering, I didn't name my firstborn after this amazing gal although it IS a happy coincidence. I started
internet stalkingreading her amazing words and just had to get to know her (sorry Emily). Feel free to just go bookmark her blog right now so that when her books come out, you can say, "Hey! I read a post by THE Emily Fisk." You're welcome.
This post originally appeared on EmilyFisk.com and has also been published on The Huffington Post.
"I'm such a bad mom."I say it to get a sympathetic giggle, to show some sarcastic humor, to inject some honesty into my conversations. I say it to lower the stakes for myself, and I don't mean it—just like I don't mean it when I complain about my love handles returning or when I joke that the state of my house is a (mental) health hazard. It's just something we say, especially to other moms.
But my mom friends and I are smart. We know we (kinda sorta) mean it. We know words mean something. We know we're beating ourselves up for last night's chicken nuggets and today's dirty pajamas. We know that sometimes we're barely making it and that the days we don't mostly believe in the bad-mom mantra are few and far between. And we absolutely know that we say those words because we're not sure how else to process the guilt and expectations.