Mrs. G posted this and this post is a response.
Yes, despite the fact that my kids seem to be turning out to be awesome human beings, I have to admit that I am guilty of some seriously suckified mothering. Allow me to share a few of my more lurid mothering moments.
1. I was on the phone. The phone was one of those fancy, Victorian mothers with the French Provincial coloring, the huge receiver, the gigantic, fancy box.
Then there was this.
Yes, that’s a digeridoo not a…well, it’s not my husband. The man is my husband. Oh never mind. Yes, that’s my daughter laughing in the background. Even worse, her fiance took the picture. EVEN WORSE THAN THAT: It’s my daughter’s fiance’s digeridoo!
Yes. We were drunk. And if THAT ^ is not *Suckified* parenting, I don’t know what is!