9 years ago today, Brianna was born and I thought the doctors had sucked the top of her head off because of a broken suction and blood splatter. Wow, did I feel like a bad mom right off, letting those hack doctors suck the top of her head off. Thankfully, her head was intact and she’s grown into quite the beautiful kid who’s smart, funny, sarcastic and just so much fun to be around. But you know, that feeling of being a bad mom is one that’s so persistent. Last night I was convinced I was awful because I couldn’t remember what time she was born and I went back in my blog archives to see if I’d written about the blessed event with that much detail (I did. Same post where I explain about thinking her head was gone.)

During that search, I also found another blog post, quoted below, that I wrote nearly 9 years ago, when B was about 3 months old. Reading this made me laugh kind of hard, it’s so totally me. In case anyone was wondering if I’ve changed in 9 years, this quoted post is proof I haven’t changed at all. Still parenting irreverently and talking about alcohol. Welcome to the bad mommy table! Pull up a seat if you feel you belong.

10. Keeping my daughter out past her bedtime so I can go shopping.

9. Drinking a margarita while holding my daughter.

8. Drinking a maragarita despite the fact that I’m breastfeeding (although not both at the same time)

7. The red mark on my daughter’s forehead from where she whacked herself on the margarita glass (see number 9) when she did a swan dive towards the pretty green color.