Funk Dat!

Blarg! I'm in a funk.

So you may have noticed (but probably not) that I have been largely absent from the ol' Vox-osphere (I very much dislike the word "blog-osphere", so I felt the need to mock it here. Sorry.) . Classes and my veg blog and writing the occasional article for Type-A Mom has consumed me! But not necessarily in a good way.

Writing for 'an audience' feels similar to the way I act in front of my kid. Sure, it's me. But it's me minus all the swearing and the harsh judgement of other people's stupidity.

Pretty much every night after Lu goes to bed, I spew a long, often nonsensical stream of foul language in Joe's general direction. It makes me feel better. After a day full of "shoot" and "uh-oh!" mommy just really needs to call someone a motherfucker. You know?

I feel that way with writing too. I need to be my somewhat abrasive self somewhere after writing multiple articles about military wife-hood. (Barf.) So I hope my neighbors don't take too much offense, but I really need to get this off my chest.

Fuck. You.