The Bad Moms Club

Bad Moms Know Goblins. Maybe.

This week we (Catherine and me and our kids) are on the road courtesy of GM Canada, making our way from Toronto to Disney World in Florida to participate in the Tiarathon half-marathon to raise awareness about Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy as part of Catherine's mission to do 100 miles For Tanner.

Our girls: they are just like us. Which you know, is great and all because it means that there wasn't a mix up at the hospital and we have that wonderful legacy thing. But like us, they are fearless, opinionated, strong willed, and, oh my sweet hell, did I mention fearless? Therein lies our problem.

How My Kid Could Make Me Pay, Dammit

Actually, I cannot lie. It's not how my kid could make me pay, it's how I potentially might make myself pay because of my kid. Wait. That doesn't sound much better. How about: 'my potty mouth might make me cry from shame'?

Full accountability, that's what I will have to take if I keep on swearing in front of my child. Hi, my name is Katie and I swear like a drunken sailor.

From The Basement: Wanting To Erase The Past

Posted by Anonymous.

It all started when I was 17yrs old, one of those summer flings...

Continue reading "Wanting To Erase The Past" over the Basement.

Reality Bites: Say Hello To My Little Friend!

The names, places, and all identifying details have been changed to protect the innocent. Especially the Bad Mom.

Like I said above, this may or may not have been my daughter in this story. I will never publicly admit it because that stuff is admissible, isn't it?