N'uffs e'nuff

I can't disarm the Mommy Wars. Nothing i say or write or do with any level of creative profundity will change the basic nature of parenting, which is to judge judge judge other parents. I thought i'd start a blog specifically geared toward 100% guilt-free parenting. No takers. I was under the mistaken perception that people can retain a semblance of their sanity, their self, their fucking cool-factor after they become parents. In the case of the Heads, its fucking true. In the case of my close friends who are parents, its fucking true. But its not fucking true of the World At Large. So i will not fight a battle to end a war that doesnt want resolution. You keep judging, and i'll keep feeding my kid hotdogs every night, not breastfeed, and work fulltime and still produce a physically-healthy and emotionally-well adjusted child with a Nobel-prize winning IQ. So suck it. I won.

After 10 months of infant care, its nice to resurface. The resurrection of my life probably began around postnatal month 6, but by now i've really gotten into the swing of taking care of the Dude, seeing him off to bed, and getting my drunk on and staying up past 10pm. Its a big step. The Ash-hole and SEDA were in town two weeks ago and it was a fab time. Kept my drinking right on track. I wished they lived closer. Like, right down the street. Not next door, though. The Ash-hole would bring my property value down from all his waking up drunk and naked on the front porch every Saturday morning. The Wiffins also stopped by and brought mutton. Delicious mutton. The Wiffins are true epicureans and we here at the Head really appreciate that. A devotion to and knowledge of good food and drink makes the world a happy, happy place. And a delicious place. We do not know of any other people who would drive 2 hours for the sole purpose of procuring BBQ mutton and comparing vendors. It brings tears of joy to our eyes.

Along with the joys of resurrecting our hedonistic lifestyle come the pains of realizing how few options we have to revel in our hedonism. We're bored and socially isolated. There have not been a lot of social events to attend. It seems we've been written out of the roster, probably due to our infant-imposed quarantine. But we're back, people. We're back. Let's, uh, go out and do something. The Dude seeks adventure. And momma needs to get her swerve on.