So nice to meet you all. Some of you may know me and some of you may not. Well let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we…
Two beautiful babies followed by two mind-numbing clusterfuck periods of postpartum anxiety/depression have led me to this place right now. Here with you. While wallowing in self-pity, becoming one with my couch and doing everything I could to hide the fact I wasn’t feeling like myself while out in public (when I did have the motivation and energy) I realized parenting can be a hard and lonely road. Ordinarily, I am an outgoing person that never stops moving. I am constantly doing something or ten things at once and handle it like a #boss. Fast forward to the uncertainty and uncontrollable ways of children and my need for perfection got the best of me. I was drowning in a sea of mom pressure and I failed to see that my fuck-ups were actually hilarious and that when things didn’t go my way it wasn’t the end of the world! Now after overcoming my PPD, I am back to my laidback but slightly anal (haha) self. Anal makes me laugh…not actual anal but the word.
Get back on track Mallory…who the hell are you?
To my kids, I am mom, mommy, mama, to my husband I am MALLORY, where is the(insert stupid item Tyler can’t find and thinks I threw out) but online I get to be the Redhead Rebel Momma. I have 2 lovely kids (Lily- 3 and Mason- 9 months) which make me laugh every day and manage to fill my heart with love, fear, and angst all at the same time. You will learn more about them and see an annoying amount of pictures that may cause 1 of 3 things:
- Your ovaries to hurt.
- Personal satisfaction that your kids don’t behave like those animals.
- A feeling of relief because your kids are finally past the baby/toddler stage sprinkled with a tinge of jealousy because you know that I probably get the kisses and baby cuddles that you used to.
My husband’s erratic work schedule leaves me feeling like a single parent from time to time but when he is home he is a full-time dad that allows me to get shit done. He also drives me crazy 30% of the time but I manage to overlook that portion because marriage is about compromise or so I am told. You won’t see him much around here. He hates social media and pictures. So pretty much not ideal to be my perfect blog husband. I may have to enlist a blog boyfriend….Acceptable? I think so.
Anyways I launched Redhead Rebel Momma in 2017 for moms like me to muddle through the murky waters of parenthood together. It is a place for us less than perfect but perfectly fine moms to share our wins, our fails, and our fuck-ups. Do you feel like you take 2 steps forward and 10 back on a daily basis? Maybe you’re not sure if you’re doing this parenting thing right?! Well then join the club! I think we are all in the same boat.
So let’s laugh together, share our stories and support each other through the toughest years of our lives. We need to get back to the it takes a village to raise children mentality and give each other a hand up and hope for the years to come (whether it’s toddler years or teenage years).
As you can see from the pictures above I don’t take anything to serious. This was a photo shoot to be used for a professional head shot and well that’s how that ended up…
So strengthen those pelvic floor muscles, slap on a panty liner and laugh with me or at me…your choice.