NOT Just Another Mom Blog
Hello- I’m Amy and I’m so happy you’ve found this little safe place in interspace.
I’m a mom of 6 children, been with my husband for almost 19 years and I’m into drawing, photography, the color purple- the actual color, not the movie, and caffeine. I love naps! What Mama doesn’t love a good nap, heck, we dream about napping while we’re napping.
I also struggle with Bipolar 2 & the depression, anxiety and other negative side-effects that come alongside that. I haven’t had any support and raising these kids was so so hard. When I google “moms with depression,” or “Moms with bipolar,” I don’t find much of anything that’s helpful, so I decided to create a place! Enter UnderdogMom.com.
I didn’t have the support I needed, or a place to go when I was younger with young children so I’m bringing that support to you, and now that I’m older and more knowledgeable about the way my mind works, parenting and life, I can bring that all to you.
Now for the short version of my life story
Let’s go back to when I was born, and I’ll keep a long story short for you, because gosh is this story long- I mean I’m 35, THIRTY-FIVE! I’m about to get to the top of some sort of hill or something like that; like what does that even mean, over the hill? Cuz 40 years old is half of 80 years old and I can probably live even longer than that since I’m headstrong, so I’m picturing 40 being just shy of halfway. When mountaineers go mountaineering, do they aim to go over the mountain, or are they climbing to the top? So if you’re 40, which if you’re still with me, is less than halfway, you aren’t even at the top of the hill, much less over it. But I digress.
Oh yes, baby Amy.
The air was frigid in Missouri when I came out of Moms butt that December 7th, and when Mom brought me home she plopped my wiggly, baby-magic-smelling, swaddled self in a dresser drawer with a space heater nearby to keep me warm. You’re wondering if she was all there in the noodle, but my sweet Mama was rubbing two pennies together because her baby daddy flew the nest, and it was just the two of us for a decade until she got married and was still alone, but that’s another story.
And so with the scent of dust and particle board, I began my adventure. There I was, probably cross-eyed and most definitely double-chinned, laying there looking at my Mama who was beautiful to me, frizzy perm and all. We were peas in a pod, and we finished each other’s sandwiches and dangit, now I need a pea salad sandwich.
The not-so-good ‘ole days
Looking like Little Orphan Annie, as you can imagine, I ate my ramen noodles from a silver spoon. That’s a lie, but I did eat ramen, and beenie weenies too, and once in a blue moon I got to get a brand-spankin’ new pair of shoes from PAYLESS! I’d wear them in the house all weekend until I could wear them to school where I’d feel proud and cute until the prettiest, most popular girl in all of the 5th grade told me that there was “dog crap on the bottom of your shoe.” (say that with your best valley girl voice, and make that totally yuck face too)
Fuck you too, Ashley. She’s still runway-ready too, with her pretty little shoes and perfect little everything, but it’s whatever, I’m not bitter.
But you know what? I’m a grownup now, kind of, and even though I didn’t live the life of a princess, I’m stronger and a better person for it – even if it did fuck me up mentally. (I assure you, it did)
I told you I’d keep this short though, so I’ll bring you to age 16 when I packed up my 7 belongings and moved in with my 20-year-old boyfriend whom I was fascinated with because he had a job, a car, and a brain, which are all things I wasn’t used to men in my life having. Oh yeah, and the car had bassssss.
I was in love with that dark-haired, vertically blessed, hairy man and I’m proud to say that 18
wonderful very long years and 6 monsters swell kids later, we are still going strong decent. And you might be surprised to read this, but he still has that job and all of the kids are his, so take that society! We ain’t the Walton’s, and we’re not quite the Adam’s family, so we’re basically the Connors of 2018 but with 2 extra children, some mental and behavioral problems, no couches or chairs and no TV.
……to be continued
Why am I talking to you?
Today, I am happy enough, but there are a lot of things that we need to work on to better our existence, and that’s what this blog is about. You get to join me on this treasure hunt to find the following: (this is not an extensive list)
- Like-minded Mom friends that are as overwhelmed as I, who are also giving the stink eye to “SuperMom”
- The secret sauce recipe for my sons ADHD/ODD/LMNOP
- Calmness and peace in my heart, soul, mind, and home
- Self-love, confidence, and courage to speak up for me and mine
- The cure for my daughter’s invisible illness
- The answer to my lifelong weight “problem”
- MY version of SuperMom
And last but not least
- The thief who keeps taking everyone’s daggum SOCKS! For crying out loud, I swear to little baby Jesus, Walmart employees are sneaking up in my house when we are asleep and taking our socks so that exactly every day, we have to buy more. If ya’ll already know who it is, tell this person/elf/hamster/hoarder that I’ve got a castor-oil sandwich with their name on it. Mkay, thanks.
If you want the answer to burning questions like “how the heck do I help my son who literally just splashed a cup of water on his sister, broke our tv for the second time, hit his brother and threw the cat down the stairs all in the last 3 minutes,” then that makes two of us, doesn’t it?
You’re in the right place If you have 8 different sizes of pants in your closet to keep up with your ballooning self, because I’m on a mission to learn to love myself and EAT FOR HEALTH instead of just saying that I’m eating for health. A diet is a diet, amiright?
If you’re just plum overwhelmed with by the seemingly simple task of getting up in the morning, you really do belong here, and I’d love to have you.
If you add your email address below, we both make a new friend, you can keep up with me and eat the breadcrumbs as I find them, and you might just get little cute freebies and such in the future. I love treating my friends. (the online ones, I don’t have any real life friends because I take my introverting very seriously, ya heard?)
I’ll also tell you a secret!
OH! One last thing- my favorite color is purple. Or blue. No no, it’s teal! Heck, I don’t know.