Pecked by Ducks

I am hosting a rant from a fellow blogger to support Her Bad Mother’s Betchfest. Please welcome my anonymous guest and leave her lots of support and love!

For this betchfest, I first need to thank Karen. She is giving me the chance to express things I never could on my own blog while still letting me have the “fix” that comes from posting my thoughts and feelings publicly. Thank you Karen. You are appreciated.

Ask Me How I Work From Home
Yes, I work from home. I’ve worked from home for about five years now and have tried everything from affiliate marketing to internet marketing to virtual assistance to taking customer service phone calls from my house. The reason I am successful working from home (I’m going to clear 50k this year, if you want to know what I consider successful) is because I try everything. Then, if it works I find a way to do it better. If it doesn’t work I cut bait and move on…fast.

I don’t care what your situation is. My car got reposessed and my house was almost foreclosed on three times. Your story does not move me, your excuses do not make the answer any different. If you’re working from home you have to work harder and faster and better than you would if you were working for someone else.

Expect Me to Complain About My Relationship
I have a husband. I like him. He’s a good person that occasionally makes mistakes and once in a while does something really dumb. That does not make him an a-hole, a jerk, or a moron. He does the laundry and cleans the house. This does not make him homosexual, nor does it make me a nasty person or a control freak.

Just because your relationship stinks or you’re having problems, please do not expect me to berate my husband or marriage in general to make your miserable day better. It won’t make you feel better, you know. Not even a little bit. My husband and I didn’t write our own vows at our wedding but we have one core belief that holds us together. If you fight you only have two options: make up or break up. So figure out what you want the end result to be and get there fast. Life is too short to be bitter all the time.

Judge How I Raise My Children
I do not spend time with my kids playing candyland. I occasionally use the television as a teacher and babysitter. My oldest was three and a half before she used the potty chair. Stop telling me she should have been potty trained sooner. Stop telling me my kids will be broken if I don’t spend more time with them. They’ll be fine. If they’re not, that is my issue, not yours. You won’t be here to help me if one of my kids becomes a methhead.

But you know what? My kids see me WORK every day. They know being home doesn’t mean I’m sitting on my butt eating bon-bons all day. You think that won’t rub off? You think they won’t work for summer vacations from school at home with me if they so choose? My kids are going to know how to make, save, and invest money by the time they are thirteen.

So judge me and my parenting all you want. My kids will have the money to afford therapy, because they’ll have the work ethic to make that money and the smarts to know how to invest it. Bug off.

Be Rabid and Judgmental When I Ask A Question
I’m an undecided voter. I’m trying to ask real questions to get real answers. When I ask you about taxes and how to know what a candidate thinks, that is not an excuse to talk about whatever issue you want that makes you sound like you know what you’re talking about. When I ask what this issue or that issue is, that is not a reason to tell me I’m stupid if I don’t vote for your candidate. It makes you an ignorant moron that doesn’t understand how to answer simple questions.

OH WOW!!!

That felt so good. I could never say those things on my blog. I could never say them here if Karen wasn’t amazing enough to let me say them all secret squirrel style.

I’m almost in tears I’m so relieved.

Thank you Karen, and thank you blogosphere, for letting me get that off of my chest.