Welcome to my new blog!
January 23, 2012
© Erin Zammett Ruddy
For those of you who’ve been reading my stuff here on Parenting.com (at The Parenting Post and Project Pregnancy before that) and elsewhere, you know my style is pretty much to tell you everything you’d ever want to know about me—and then some.
I live to overshare and I love people who overshare in return (it’s kind of a prerequisite to being my friend). I just don’t see the point in being anything but honest, particularly about something like parenting. You know those women who tell you they love every single second of being a mom and can never seem to relate when you’re feeling frazzled? I can’t stand them. And they’re full of their kid’s rose-scented you-know-what. I also dislike moms who do nothing but complain about parenting—particularly when those complaints appear in a steady stream on Facebook. If you’re a Debbie Downer you get hidden—literally and figuratively. (Unless you do your whining in a clever way that amuses me while I’m wasting time—then you can stay in my feed.)
Momfessions will be more of the same. I will tell you things like this: I’ve eaten food that’s fallen out of my kids’ mouths, I throw out most art projects that come home from school (without snapping photos or scanning or whatever else they tell us we should do), I’ve never flossed my kids’ teeth (did you know we’re supposed to be doing this every night?) and one of the main reasons I think about having a third child is so that I don’t have to start doing sit-ups yet.
A little bit more about me: I’m a freelance magazine writer (I was an editor at Glamour for many years and left the office world after having my first kid). I moved out of New York City and back to Long Island, where I grew up, and I now work full(ish) time from home, which is 99 percent awesome and 1 percent annoying. I write regularly for Glamour, Redbook, Self, InStyle and, of course, Parenting. I have two kids—Alex, 4, and Nora, 2, who are 99 percent awesome and 1 percent annoying. We will talk a lot about that 1 percent here. My husband, Nick, is the kind of dad who can and does do everything I do—and then some. And much of it (like discipline, breakfast making and fingernail clipping) he does better than me. This fact will not keep me from throwing him under the bus on a regular basis. He’s a good sport.
I am also a cancer survivor/patient (I was diagnosed with chronic myelogenous leukemia when I was 23 years old—10 years ago). Having cancer doesn’t affect my daily life much any more (apart from the giant orange pill I swallow every morning that keeps my CML in remission), so we’ll likely be discussing more pressing topics like how I can get Nora to stop pointing to every man she sees and saying, “He has a penis, Mom!” That said, I am always willing to talk about my cancer and to answer questions you might have about it. About anything, really. I’ll be posting several times a week and visiting the comments section obsessively to see what all of you have to say. I hope we can learn a little, have some fun and be supportive of everyone’s point of view—even those damn Debbie Downers.