so that I was not home at 4:00 to watch this episode...http://www2.oprah.com/tows/slide/200701/20070123/slide_20070123_284_101.jhtml

I have to admit-after nearly five years of being a work outside the home mom, I am so over this. I am as over this as I am the Breast/Bottle/CIO/Co-Sleep/HomeSchool/BorderingSchool/Spank/NoSpank/Pesticide/No-Pesticide/AP/Non-AP/Christian/Non-Christian/War/No War/Vanilla Ice Cream/Strawberry Ice Cream debates.  In a nutshell, I simply no longer give a shit of what people think of me, my family,my choices or my circumstances.  We are doing what is best for us.  Not what is best for other people.

Seriously, with the WOHM vs. SAHM Bullshit, the only debate that exists is when other people think that their way is the only way.  WOHM's that think that SAHM's are wasting their lives.  SAHM's that think that WOHMS should "keep their asses home and raise their own children".  I am hardly a diehard feminist (I believe I have uttered the phrase somewhat kiddingly  a time or two "If it wasn't for women's lib, I wouldn't have to effing work") but I truly believe that the single biggest challenge women have in today's society isn't "The Man" beating them down, but contrarily, other women.  Seriously, we are really freaking rotten to our sisters. We judge them based on their looks, their choices, their economic status, the food they eat  or don't eat, the way they raise their kids, the car they drive, the clothes they wear, the people they associate with.  I could go on and on.  But seriously, we're BITCHES. No wonder why men think we're all freaking nuts. And I think that is the route of the debates that rage amongst women.  It's not because we are so impassioned by our causes.  It's just that we want everyone and everything to be JUST LIKE US.  Either that or we are trying to prove our superiority.  I don't know what I find more disturbing.  The fact that women want to create a homegenous society where we all act like Stepford wives, or the fact that we take great joy in beating our fellow sister down.  It's effed up.

I guess to sum up, I don't really care what your choices are.  If they are really effed up, I won't hang out with you, enough said.

The new job.  Different.  Let's leave it at that.  Shout out to Missie Parker in SC with her crappy health insurance.

Oh and my son has told me not once, not twice, but three times in the past 3 days that he hates me. Oh and that he thinks I am the Worst Mother ever.  Is there a Trade Mark for that?  He's had plenty of time to think about how much he hates me from the comfort of his bedroom.