When I was in my 20s, I had a boyfriend who was a total jerk. Okay, I had many of those, but this one was particularly sadistic. I once found a “pros and cons” list that he had created about me. It went like this:
Pros: Good face – would make nice looking children; Good family – would not tarnish name; Fairly intelligent; Good cook.
Cons: Chubby; Lazy – would never hire her as an employee; Drinks too much.
This boy-man was clearly insane. 1) Good face? Given the look of his wife, I can only speculate that this means I have a strong likeness to Gollum. 2) Good family? Okay, they are good. But they did create me, so there has to be a major hidden flaw. 3) Fairly intelligent? Nice backhanded compliment. However, one year after this list was created, I got 40 points better than he did on the GMAT and qualified for Mensa. Suck on that. 4) Good cook? If by that he meant I could order take-out and serve it as my own, then yes. Yes I am a good cook! 5) Chubby? I weighed exactly 109 pounds at the time. If the note was written today, he would have to write “terminally obese”. 6) Lazy? Okay, had a point there. 7) Drinks too much? Now that is totally subjective! Except on a Breathalyzer. Okay fine, another good point.
He did miss adding “Super sleuthing skills” to the pros, as I was able to find this list, determine his exact net worth and uncover his preference for underage porn all in one afternoon! But enough about him…
In 2010, I was working as the Brand Director for the most well-known casino name in the world and had a toddler daughter at home. It was incredibly difficult to get up every morning and be forced to listen to whining, crying and nonsensical babble all day long. So I decided to stay at home with my daughter instead (ba dum bah)!
In my experience with the executive world, I had found the role of wife and mother to be almost universally panned. And I was doing some major panning myself. Women used their freshly shellacked nails both to climb to the top of the corporate ladder and to claw other women in the backs. Now finding myself as a stay-at-home mother, I was incredibly frustrated by the disregard and contempt for the role of motherhood in modern society. Karma’s a bitch.
In what I can now call the start of an interesting science experiment, I spent an entire year dedicated to being a full-time mother and wife. Now don’t get your La Perlas all in a wad… I realize I only have one child and therefore the experiment is somewhat muted. I bow down to those who have multiple children and can keep it all together. I have only two hands and one must be free to grasp a cocktail at all times.
My hypothesis was (and is) this: Women – even mothers! – over the age of 22 can be fabulous too.
At a point in my life after I had Pickle (my daughter’s nickname), I had become a bit of a bad stereotype. I gained 75 pounds during my pregnancy, lost interest in being fashionable and attractive, was terribly uninteresting… and was just plain miserable. I had to get back on track. And back to the amazing creature I once (thought I) was.
In both my career and personal life, I was obsessed with beauty, design, fashion… If it was lovely, I wanted it around me. But as a homemaker and not a marketing exec with an expense account, I found this goal to be a wee bit more arduous to find and attain. So I decided that I would not only find beauty in my everyday life as an “ordinary” mom, I would bring that beauty to those around me. And so began this blog.
Here I hope to inspire others like me to showcase their best selves, promote beauty in their everyday lives and to shatter preconceived notions about homemakers, moms (working or not) and REAL women. And to do it with a bit of levity (and swearing).
Welcome to Frenemom.
What People are Saying about Mrs. AA:
“The Boone’s Farm of motherhood. The Veuve Clicquot of style.”
“(She) can make a fabulous cocktail whether made in a cooler with hose water or in the finest stemware.”
“A winner in her own mind.”