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Rough day, huh?
Are wine, coffee or somethin’ a wee bit stronger your best friends (because actual, real life friends are hard to find)?
Hey there, I'm Amy- The Drunk Mom. I support the sharing of parenting imperfections, laughter and total honesty about what #momlife is really like.
Does this sound familiar?:
You spent the whole goddamned day cleaning up the same 2,742 Legos, Barbie shoes and Play-Doh embedded in the carpet with a kid (or two) hanging from your neck.
Then the kids stayed up till midnight because your husband decided that reenacting a WWE match with the kids was a perfectly acceptable evening activity.
And now, you can't sleep because your brain is on overdrive worrying about All. Of. The. Things... and also wondering if mice have knees until 2 am.
I get it and the thing is... ALL OF US GO THROUGH THIS. Even the #blessed Instagram mom.
WHY are You Called “The Drunk Mom”
Are you always drunk? Isn't that a bad example for your kids? Are you promoting alcoholism?
Because I’m so sick of the judgy cunts online who hate on people based on their online profile, name, picture, posts, blahblahblah without really knowing the human behind those things at all.
So I created a “gate name”, if you will. I figured if someone were to be super offended by a name like The Drunk Mom, they (and I) would know immediately if they were… or were not, my people.
If the name offends you, you KNOW immediately that you don't belong here. If you think it's hilarious... welcome home.
So then, I started sharing REAL momlife.
As a mom of 4.5 kids, two cats, a dog, a mouse and fish that breed constantly (lucky bastards), a wife, and a business lady, I sometimes (er, every day) get tired of seeing all of the edited perfection online. Few people share the REAL shit! So I started doing it.
I love being super (suuuuper) honest. I don't edit my trucker mouth (except around the kids most of the time), I share my shortcomings and I don't apologize for my imperfections.
You shouldn't either... because you're awesome the way you are.
Fuck it. It's liberating.
Here are just a few of the videos I've made for you (and me, if I’m being honest!):
Put the kids to bed, get in your flannel jammies, pour a glass (or just chug straight from the bottle- no judgement here), COME ON IN and let's have a laugh or two, shall we?
Yeah... I've done some things...
Here's an Insta-Snippet: