Hi, I’m Becca.
You may remember me from that time I got blackout drunk and bitchslapped everyone, and a snarky social media presence which basically centers around one of the following five themes:
1) Pictures of food/my cats in compromising positions
2) Why I don’t believe in God and how religion is destroying the world
3) Being a bleeding heart liberal
4) Drinking, or how drunk I am
5) The fact that I’m never having kids, and how sorry I feel for anyone who does
And then this happened:
Go ahead. Say it.
Total hypocrite. The worst that ever was.
Children were never really part of the plan, but sometimes an entire bottle of wine happens and you either wake up the next morning with a $50 housekeeping surcharge or a surprise pregnancy.
Look, I didn’t plan any of this.
Could it be that life sometimes decides for you?
Listen, some people are equipped to handle hardship and tragedy with grace and dignity, and some people are me. Some people can have just one drink and be fine, and others use alcohol as a crutch and render themselves unresponsive in the middle of the Las Vegas strip and need to be carried out of an elevator and put to bed like an invalid.
Out of necessity rather than choice, that life is no more. I’ve been told I need to write again as I attempt to handle
mandatory sobriety parenthood.
But don’t you dare call it a Mommy Blog.