Bar Moms

All of us moms need a break. To go out from time to time with our girlfriends, dance a bit, have some wine.

I am not dogging mothers who go out for a break once in awhile, not at all! I love going out and dancing with my girlfriends, I really hardly ever get a chance to, my girlfriends are moms and we can hardly ever coordinate a night out together, and when we can, there is no money in the budget!

I have worked as a bartender for quite a while. You see some crazy things. It's a lot like being an adult babysitter.

You have your regulars, who you grow fond of, especially when they are the ones paying your bills, you really don't mind the adult daycare you work for. 

But I get shocked at the amount of women who frequent the bar quite a lot, stay all night and get plastered who have young kids at home.  I am not talking I see them once a month, or once a week, I am talking about several times a week, hooking up with different men all the time, and out until the bar closes.

Where are these women's kids? With their grandparents?  How do they even function in the morning getting shit-faced until two am?

These moms do not seem like bad people, but why did you even have children if your going to be out all night, slutting it up several times a week with different men?  What are you teaching your children? How can you even get up and teach them anything in the morning being hung over several times a week.

I am really not the judgemental type.  I am not perfect, no one is.  I just find it shocking that there are parents out there who would rather act like they are pledging a sorority/fraternity most of the week than parent.

It makes me wonder if they even are parenting, because most of the moms I know are too tired to shave their legs, never mind party all week.

I think it's sad, really.  Some of those poor kids must be neglected.  Another example of why parenting should be a privilege, not a right.

My Friends Call Me Messlie

My friends call  me Messslie

I am a piceses.  I have been told this is partly the reason why I am very disorganized.
Hey, I'll go with that.

I did not grow up in a very organized household.  I am the oldest of seven children, so everything was always everywhere.  My house, while clean, was never organized, laundry was never completely done, and dirty dishes were always being made. No big deal, it's not as if we weren't fed and clean.

So, I don't stress over a couple of dishes in the sink, or that I haven't had time to go to the laundry mat.
My ex-in-laws, however, TOTAL neat freaks ( you wouldn't know by what a slob my ex is, but that's neither here nor there).

I only stress out when they come over because I have to dust and get rid of any evidence of dander (we have a cat), for fear that my FIL will have an allergy attack and deem my home unfit for my children (they have a cat).  I literally have to make the whole place clean enough for someone to eat off every damn surface... and that, my friends, is just not me.

Most nights, I work until two, so when I get a night off to spend with my daughters, I could care less about the pans I use to cook a nice family meal. Meh, they'll be there tomorrow, they aren't  going anywhere, right? They aren't going to walk out the door and tell the damn dish police or call dish protective services.
Well after I got the children off to school today, I was tired and sat down on the couch and fell asleep, pans on the stove and all (I know, "gasp").  who do you think knocked on my door five  minutes after? My ex MIL.

This was great.  Not only did I look like a lazy, do nothing mom because I just woke up, but I had laundry piled up, ready to go to the car for the laundry mat, and last nights meatloaf pan was on the counter next to a half finished bottle of wine.

She proceeded to talk to me about responsibility and then left.
After that I got together the rest of my laundry, and put the meatloaf pan in the sink.  I've done laundry, but the pan is still soaking. Oh well.

Springer Land

Springer Land

I am a recently divorced mother of  two.  My ex-husband left me for my co-worker, who we will nickname BWB (  I tend bar and cook), and here is the Jerry Springer shit that will get you all asking questions... I work for my in-laws.
This has not been easy, by any means. I do have to say that my in-laws are wonderful people, with huge hearts, but most of the time my personal life and private life interfere with one another... And that just drives me fucking nuts.
Many days I just want to quit my job and say " to hell with it all'.  Then I think about what kind of position  it would leave my whole family in.
So untill I get the balls and stop feelling bad for everyone but me, I am stuck in Jerry Springer land...
I promise the posts will get funnier, but I needed to give you guys a little backround of my choatic situation. Feel free to post your own awkward situations! I love a good bitch out!

-Leslie

Hi everyone!

Hey guys!

   This is my first post... EVER.  I want to start out with a question, what is the most embarrassing thing your child has said to you in public?
  I will get back to you after I get home from hell, I mean work!