Girls Vacay!!! – Unless I change my mind in the next two hours…

I’m going to Vegas.

I’m going to Vegas, sans child and husband.

I’m going to Vegas, sans child and husband, in a couple hours.

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Unless, of course, I don’t go.

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All of a sudden, I’m terrified to leave. I have never, I repeat NEVER left my child overnight. Bam Bam is two years old now, and will be with his Daddy the whole time. Up until today, I have been nothing but excited about this trip.  I’m still excited- incredibly excited. But I am also buzzing with nerves.

I AM NERVOUS.

I’m nervous that tomorrow Bam Bam will ask where mommy is, and cry because he doesn’t understand that I’m coming back in a few days. I’m nervous that he’ll fall and get hurt, and I won’t be there to soothe him. I’m nervous that he’ll miss his naps.  I’m nervous that he’ll do something incredibly cute for the first time, and I’ll miss it.

I’m also nervous that he’ll be perfectly fine, and not even notice I am gone.

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And, believe it or not, I am nervous about having fun.

I’m not sure I know how to do that anymore. I’m going for four days away with a good girly friend. We are going to Vegas, baby- fun, right?  But how do I relax? How do I let loose? How much fun is too much fun? I am a mom now. How much fun is a mom allowed to have?

What if, for a few hours, I DO NOT THINK ABOUT MY CHILD AT ALL? Does that make me a bad mom?

This whole relaxing and having fun thing is much harder than it seems.

But I suppose I’ll go.

Seriously, I doubt I’ll get this chance again for a long, long time.

And Hot Nerd is more than capable. He knows our son’s schedule. He knows what he eats. He’s taken CPR classes. He knows cookies are not for dinner… well, I’ll just remind him a couple times on that one.

And there was a point in time when I knew how to party.

So, here I go.

Off to “have fun”.

I’ll try to only call a few times a day.

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Mom’s are allowed to take their tops off in Vegas, right?

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Project Mom-my NaniBooboo.

I am MommyNaniBooboo- most of the time, I give you my heart and soul, tied up in a pretty bow, dipped in poop, and then run through the washer on cold.

Enjoy.

There’s a reality show in the beginning stages of development right now called Project Mom Casting.  The key players of this show? Mom bloggers.

I.

Am.

Submitting.

Myself.

Why, you ask? (Trust me, you did ask.)

Because it terrifies me. And it’s about time I do something scary.

Blogging is therapy to me, and it’s allowed me to open up to strangers in ways I never thought I could.

I blog dangerously.

But I live safe.

Most of my readers have no idea who I am, what I look like, or what my name is.

I’ve only been blogging for a year, have no idea how to “brand” myself, and won’t be attending BlogHer. (Though I won’t be available for a personal interview at the BlogHer conference, I do live in Los Angeles- probably right next door to the production company. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, poke, punch.)

I know how to write. That’s pretty much it. And for some reason it’s been working.

One thing I have learned is that the online blogging community is powerful. Moms in particular are able to forge strong connections across the globe, and rally together when one of “their own” is in need.

And mothers are brave.

Mothers are survivors…

of loss…

of cancer…

of depression…

of addiction…

of abuse…

of isolation.

To don the cape of motherhood is to say “No matter what- no matter what is behind me, ahead of me, or bearing down on me… I AM YOUR MOTHER.”

It’s because of these other brave women that I’ve found online, that I’ve decide to be brave too.

So here’s me, MommyNaniBooboo-

You can also call me Jenni Chiu.

Project Mom wants to know about me, and it’s not fair to keep you, my readers in the dark any longer- so, you know, two birds, one post…

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  • The birth of my son “broke me”- literally. I split my pubic bone, but after a few weeks of physical therapy was able to walk again.
  • The first few months as a new mom were some of the worst times in my life. Our child was colicky and I suffered from PPD.
  • I used to spend 60% of my waking hours on stage as an actor.
  • Several years ago something traumatic caused me to scrunch up like a tortoise in a shell. I’m learning to peek my head out once in a while.
  • After I started blogging I was named a BlogHer Of the Week.
  • People have accused me of thinking “outside the box”. I don’t know if that’s true since I have a hard time seeing any box to begin with.
  • I struggle with having lost “me” after becoming a SAHM.
  • I’ve learned a lot as a mother.
  • Laughter is my Band Aid.
  • And my shit smells like roses.

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Oh, and here’s me, trying to VLOG for this thing…

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– seriously

In conclusion: Sometimes people need to be more like dogs.

For some odd reason, I came across both of these videos today.

Neither of them are fairly new.

I’m sure many of you remember this from a few months ago- the footage of the homeless man who died after helping a woman who was being mugged in New York.

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And then there is this-

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It strikes me today how people should sometimes be more like dogs.

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The devil comes in many forms. (wordless wednesday)

I thought I was open minded, but Montana’s confusing the sh*t out of me.

My two year old son says penis, and I’m okay with that.

The ongoing recent debate about Helena, Montana’s Sex Education plans has, of course, caught my attention. If you haven’t heard, there is a proposed health curriculum guide for grades K-12 that has some parents very riled up. The 62 page proposal is, in short, a health, nutrition, anatomy, and disease prevention program. But it’s the very small section on sex education that has Montana in a tizzy.

Some argue the age- appropriateness of it. Others say it borders on offensive. And some think it’s realistic, and basically a good idea. Here are some of the “hot points”:

  • At the kindergarten level, it is suggested that children be introduced to correct anatomical terms such as penis, breasts, nipples, vagina, and uterus.
  • In first grade, the concept of people loving someone of the same gender would be introduced. Homosexuality itself would be discussed in the fifth grade.
  • Fifth graders would also learn that intercourse “includes but is not limited to vaginal, oral, or anal penetration.”
  • Pregnancy, diseases, and drug and alcohol abuse education would begin in middle school.

The committee admits that there is no implementation plan yet, and it would need to be discussed thoroughly as to “exactly how” the teaching will take place.

A lot of parents are okay with this. A lot of parents are definitely not.

I thought I would be the former.

I consider myself about as open minded as you can get. I personally taught my son to say the word penis- just like I taught him elbow, and knee. That’s what it’s called. It’s a fact.

I will also teach him that sometimes men love men, and women love women, because that is also a fact.

But do fifth graders really need to know the different areas of penetration? It’s a fact, but…

I.

Think.

Not.

This is the part where some very instinctual need to preserve the innocence kicks in. Where exactly is the line between being honest with our kids, and stealing their childhood?

This where Montana is confusing the shit out of me! I’ve always been FOR sex education. But do we really need to teach our kids HOW to have sex, before they’re even learning HOW to do algebra? It’s the timeline that I think needs to be seriously revamped.

ALGEBRA FIRST!

The majority of what is in this proposal strikes me as reasonable. Some of it is just too soon. Too soon. Too soon.

I remember getting the biggest thrill out of holding hands with a boy in fifth grade.

I don’t feel right about taking the thrill out of hand holding.

Mary Ann Dunwell said in the Helena Independent Record, ”This is about reality and truth so our kids don’t grow up in La-La Land, and have sufficient knowledge to make informed decisions.”

I agree. I’m all about knowledge, and making informed decisions. And growing up in “La-La Land” probably isn’t the best idea. But the question is when? Who decides when they actually grow up?

Before I actually had a child, I touted myself as one who would be forthright with my kid (knowing, of course, that my son would be a genius and it would be hard to pull one over on him). I also believed that I should have faith in my child- faith that he could handle the truth. I told myself that I would give him the credit he deserves.

But now that I actually am a parent, I don’t know when that time is supposed to come! Fifth grade seems so soon! When do I start having that kind of faith in him? When? Can’t I just protect him from the truth for now?

Because right now I’m all about Santa, and I can’t wait to be the tooth fairy.

When do we cross that line between “La-La Land” and grim reality? And how much of it should be put in the hands of the educational system?

I don’t know.

But I can tell you what I’m leaning towards…


Algebra

first.