What is a Disgruntled Mom?

OK, here I am.  Ready to lay it all out on the line.  (For future reference…this is probably where the court transcripts will someday start.)

Am I a disgruntled mom?  I can say that I am 100%, definitely, entirely, kind of, a little bit disgruntled…I think.

What is disgruntled?  The definition I have of disgruntled is, “one who is angry or dissatisfied.”  Based on that–yes- I am disgruntled.  I should clarify though that I’m not “angry or dissatisfied” with being a mom or with my kids.  That’s just my general state of being.  I’ve never been one of those people who are naturally chipper and exuberant.   I had rose colored glasses once; I traded them for a pack of cigarettes.

My being disgruntled has more to do with having a humorous disgust with things that happen in my life now.  My younger, cooler self (YCS) would be horrified if she could look at what her life will be like.  There are no more random, last minute cross-country road trips to catch Metallica in concert.  No more Trans Ams with T-tops and kick-ass Pioneer stereos.  No more trying to decide whether a shopping spree or rent should come out of this pay check.  Nope, my life is full of responsibility now.  I gave up fighting, I gave up cigarettes, I even gave up the f-word.  Now I’m responsible for shaping impressionable young minds and enlightening them with the lessons that will allow them to be productive members of society.  It isn’t easy.  My YCS would never have thought that she’d one day have to actually tell someone, “you are not allowed to pee on your brother!”

Sometimes I wish I was like the warm, happy, approachable mothers I see all around me.  The kind who join mommy support groups and trade recipes and scrapbooking tips.  The fact is, I don’t fit in and I’m fine with that.  I view the world from a slightly skewed perspective.  But I know I’m not alone.  There are other moms out there who don’t fit the mold.  And if I had a drink, I’d raise a toast to you.

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7 thoughts on “What is a Disgruntled Mom?

  1. You sound like me.. my younger self would be disgusted at the me that roams now days. I also don’t fit in with other moms.. I’m far from the PTA mom..

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  2. Wow, you sound exactly like me! I love your lines like:

    My younger, cooler self (YCS) would be horrified if she could look at what her life will be like.

    and:

    I had rose colored glasses once; I traded them for a pack of cigarettes.

    (Mmmm… cigarettes… good times! And Metallica! Too fun!)

    Anyway, good luck with the blog. I would like to count myself a fellow Disgruntled Mom. I will be following this closely.
    🙂

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  3. Ahh, I’m glad to know that I’m not alone. Somewhere there’s a PTA/scrapbooking party and I’m not the only mommy who opted for the truck pull. (OK, I’ve never actually been to a truck pull, but it sounds preferable…and like they might serve beer)

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  4. It is refreshing to meet one of my own. I am a former T-Top Transam lovin’, cigarette smokin’ gal who doesn’t quite fit in either. Bunco, PTA, Mom’s Club? None of it me. I’ve added you to my blogroll. Keep writing!

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  5. WTH is Bunco? I’ve heard of it. It sounds like a new religion. Root word “bunc-” which means bullshit in my vocab book. Used in a sentence: “What do you mean you all get together and play games and nobody gets drunk? What a bunch of bunk!”

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  6. I have felt completely isolated for the 5 years I’ve lived here in rural NJ. I used to be a social butterfly and now I don’t have a single friend. 5 years and zero friends! I never thought this would be me. I have tried the MOMS club and Bunco and have made overtures to the other moms. It’s like I’m an alien. And the PTA? Don’t get me started on those panties-in-a-twist momsters.

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    • Momsters! Love it. And, by the way, I’m totally gonna steal that and use it at some point!
      I’ve found that I’m much happier keeping my fingernails properly filed and refrigerator clean than forcing myself to spend time with people that I clash with. My husband, of course, probably wishes I’d give it a better effort. He doesn’t really want to be my best girlfriend anymore.

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