I’m sitting here in that blue houserobe again, having just finished my cup of oatmeal. I can’t find a bowl. Watching the snow fall from the pines. Yes. Snow. YUK. Konnie called to tell me it’s 60 in Bend today. I hope she finds a worm in her apple.
I am thinking about the comment by the publicist for the woman who gave birth to the octuplets. “When you hear her amazing story, all these questions will be answered. IVF is a common procedure for people who want a child. She was only trying to have another, not eight more.”
Oh. Give me a flipping break.
Do these talking heads really believe their own rot?
The woman had SIX children under the age of 7 ALREADY.
If she wanted to be the best mom she could be, then dadgumit, find a good daddy, marry him, and quit living mooching off the parents.
If she wanted to be the best mom she could be, QUIT breeding babies irresponsibly. Take care of the SIX you’ve already got.
I want to give the fertility doctor who implanted her with 8 eggs the dang trailer park beat down.
The AMA ought to be revoking that license.
Listen, I had four kids under the age of 5 at one time. I’m a pretty capable woman. Smart. Witty. Did I mention beautiful? Talented? Creative? Charming?
I wasn’t always this way, mind you.
When I was raising those four kids, it was a crap shoot. Sometimes they’d wake up to find Julie Andrews mothering them. Other times it was Joan Crawford. Where’s that dang hanger?
Overall, I did okay. I’d give myself a B. My kids might have a different grade for my mothering skills.
But I couldn’t have managed the B without Tim by my side. He was the better parent, overall. Not as creative and fun as me, but he brought balance and kept me out of jail.
I don’t care how AMAZING this woman thinks she is as a mother, you’d have to be a dang saint to raise six kids by yourself and to do it well.
Let me go on the record right now in front of God and everybody and just say it out plain — this is outright selfish of this mother. And any mother who operates from a base of selfishness is not a good mother.
Whew. I think I’ll go have a cigarette now.
Or at least a shower.