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Bad Parenting Moments: Knock, Knock(ers)? Boobs There?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Knock, Knock(ers)? Boobs There?

My breasts are a war torn nation. They are depleted, without hope and their landscape holds no luster. They have no formal government and allow themselves to be forced into any shape, structure or form of confinement that any "expert" suggests. They have given up. Combat has killed their spirit. A freak flag no longer flies over the once proud, proud continent of my chest. Cross my heart (bra), the only thing waving over here is my white flag. I also think they (whisper) may be depressed. Look at them. What once was round is now definitely a frown and there seems to be no real hope or structural possibility of turning their frown upside down. The law of physics has won...BIG time. I guess I should embrace them and salute their service, but, it's kind of hard to look at them and when I go to say, "Gee, thanks!" what comes out instead is an extended eye roll and a guttural, "UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". What was once Disneyland is now the broken down carnival ride that is administered by a man with 3 teeth. Meet my new chest, Carnie Earl!

WHY am I talking about this? TMI? I think not. How many of us are living this right now? I'm willing to bet that some of you are holding your breasts up right now with duct tape, wishes and dreams. Amen, sister?

So, I'm going to say it loud and proud...I can NOT wait to have chestal reconstructive surgery. That's what all the scienticians are calling it. I am going to, one lovely day, have a chest that does not meet my stomach. I will be able to wear regular shirts without looking pregnant or like a hot air balloon. I WILL, have breasts that are in the general region where breasts belong. It will be glorious. And, when I'm walking (well, strutting) around town and someone whispers through gritted teeth, "Boob job!", I'm going to turn around, hold up a SUPER High Five and wait for Judgy McJudgerston to totally leave me hanging. And, when they pass, I'm going to say, "Sorry my boobs are too awesome for you!"

Until that day, I'm going to work on constructing a super bra out of household items. On my short list, ace bandages, the plastic portion of spatulas and some minor welding of cookie cutters

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At March 21, 2012 at 3:56 PM , Blogger Betty said...

Amen Sister!!! Amen!!!!Don't get me started on what was once that tone little piece right underneath the belly button! As soon as I can once I have my last little one I am going in for a 'abdominoplasty' aka the tummy tuck. There is no way in hell that the "celebreties" come out looking the way they do 2 weeks after giving birth. Preach on girlfriend!

At March 21, 2012 at 8:50 PM , Blogger Tracy said...

Amen is right. I have to admit - I went there and it was one of the happiest days of my life. Ok, maybe not that EXACT day since there was pain like an elephant was sitting on my chest but eventually. lol I had to wait until I was 39 to do it but I DID IT! lol

At March 22, 2012 at 1:33 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Tracy - you have no idea how openly jealous I am of your "enhancement". Rock the awesome boobs, lady! I salute you!

At March 22, 2012 at 1:34 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...


At April 4, 2012 at 11:02 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

This totally made me laugh out loud this morning! I remember being a teen/early 20's begging and wishing for reduction surgery, and now that I've started feeding my 2nd lil one I just want them gone altogether! lol Maybe one day I'll get over my fear of the giant scars that are left behind and just get the surgery, but for now...pass the duct tape!

At April 4, 2012 at 11:07 AM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Sister, I so know your pain. If I woke upon Sunday and the easter bunny had mistaken my boobs for gigantic, mishapen Easter Eggs and had carted them off, I would NOT be sad. Thanks for reading!

At April 4, 2012 at 12:52 PM , Blogger Kirby Carespodi said...

Once upon a time, I wished for boobs.
Not anymore.
Seriously? Who the hell is a 32DD? *points at self* This girl, that's who.

At April 4, 2012 at 1:55 PM , Blogger Nicole Leigh Shaw said...

Yes, yes I'm sending my girls to new boobie sleep away camp. Just have to pay a few bills first . . .

Related, I'm getting my gut done, too.

Mostly likely. I have some guilt about it.

At April 4, 2012 at 2:06 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

No guilt! I would love to do both. I'll know I've made it in life when two things happen 1) I have a minivan that doesn't have roll down windows 2) I can get new boobies. The rest is just gravy! Embrace your decision! I do. Here's to our Breasts and Bellys and to the two never again meeting. Cheers!

At April 4, 2012 at 2:13 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

I'm a double deuce too. It is not all it's cracked up to be. Early 20s...super fun. 30s and 4 kids later...terrifying! Thanks for reading!

At April 12, 2012 at 5:14 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

I like the new name for a boob job. Sounds so professional! What I like most is the name "Carnie Earl" for your chest. HA! (Thanks for linking this up to #findingthefunny last week!)

At April 12, 2012 at 7:52 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Kelley. Thanks for reading! LOVE findingthefunny. It makes me snort my Cheerios!


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