Why am I doing this?
It's not like I can really give any useful advice to anyone. I've blatantly ignored all of the "how to raise a functional child" books. Cry it out? Nope. Breastfeed for a whole year! Nope. Playgroup? Nope. Bi-lingual Nanny? Nope. Babywearer! Nope.
I'm a 38 year old bartender, raising a toddler in the most expensive neighborhood in Brooklyn with no family in state, no nanny, and no savings account to speak of. I've managed to keep said baby happy and alive for 15 months. I haven't strangled my common law husband (a.k.a babydaddy), and I haven't filed bankruptcy. Woot! Woot!
But recently I have developed a bout of insomnia. I wake up around 3 am and realize that I am a 38 year old bartender, raising a toddler in the most expensive neighborhood in Brooklyn with no family in state, no nanny, and no savings account to speak of. Oh shit.
It was in the throes of one of these bouts, that I realized this would be a hell of a lot easier if I had a network of equally fucked moms with whom I could trade survival tips. Idealistic visions of hippy-style passing down of toys and clothes, sharing of babysitters, play dates in the park... all interrupted by one glaring obstacle.
I have nothing, and I mean actually zero in common with all of the mom's that I meet. I mean really, if you tell me your 13 month old is bilingual one more time I'm gonna stab you in the face. And, no, I do not want a play date with your nanny. And I won't be signing up for 'playgroup' because it will get me on the good side of the 'most competitive preschool in the neighborhood.'
There's got to be some Moms who have been scared into hiding by the milestone police and bugaboo squad, who are just as screwed as I am, and need a network.