Curtain Call: Guest post by Baking In A Tornado

Curtain Call

By Karen @ www.BakingInATornado.com

And now we find ourselves at the end of our show. When I first took the stage here at Peanut Layne I promised that I was just the opening act and the show would be well worth seeing. For six weeks 15 different bloggers with unique voices stopped by to entertain you. We came to support our friend, to buy her some time to rest and start to regain her strength.

You’d think that trying to line up a number of Guest Posts for someone else’s blog would be a difficult undertaking. You’d be wrong. The number of bloggers and the speed with which they came forward was overwhelming. Each piece was written by a person with busy lives and blogs and families, selflessly volunteering to show support for one of our own.

So today, as I turn this stage back over to its rightful owner, I’d like to take the opportunity to provide you with one final curtain call. And if you enjoyed the show as much as I did, you need to know where to find these talented artists at their day jobs. So a round of applause please for our cast, in the order that they appeared:

Baking In A Tornado

Momaical

A Mother Life

A Grace Full Life 

The Momisodes

Sorry Kid, Your Mom Doesn't Play Well With Others

Suburbia Interrupted

Follow me home…

Life on the SONny Side

Snarkfest

My Brain on Kids

The Insomniac's Dream

Big A little a

Diapers…or Wine?

First Time Mom and Dad

Don’t forget to tip your bartender (or the starving artists). And welcome home, Peanut Layne.

Most Mean Musings to my Menacing Menses: Guest post by A Mother Life

Most Mean Musings to my Menacing Menses-An Open Letter

Hey there, I'm Molley from www.amotherlife.com. Today I'm helping our friend Peanut Layne out, She's having some health problems and we have gathered around like a good blogging family does to help her keep things going here... Today I'm writing a letter to my period to discuss the fact that it's not really working out between us....


Dear Period,

We've been together now for 33 years, that's along time. That's 12 times a year for 33 years minus the pregnancies of course.........(12x33)-(2x9) is a whole lotta math and I'm not that committed but we have to co-habit this body for a little while longer and I'm starting to get really annoyed. You used to be short and to the point, regular and oh so considerate...... Pain was not part of your repertoire.

These days you're a real bitch, it's like you are deliberately out to get me, you threaten for days then fail to arrive, then when I think you're not coming and begin to rejoice in my next chapter....BAM you are right there loud and proud!

Bringing your heavy artillery with you, ALL your nasty tricks. What is it with you and the donkey punches from inside? Oh and how can that much solid/liquid come out of one small space? Isn't my uterus the size of a grapefruit?

Then you stay, like a bad house guest, way beyond your welcome.....

The King is mighty frustrated too. My constant state of flux is making it difficult with our boudoir action, well his.....my '5-7 days' mantra is making me look like a liar....Not to mention I'm pretty sick of giving blow jobs.

Why are you doing this to me? Is it your last ditch effort to assert your authority before I kick you to the curb and swap tampons and liner for depends? Oh wait... I already have those...

You are no longer my friend. Not that I really consider you one. Just an annoying neighbour perhaps, that wouldn't move away.

This may be hard for you to hear but I'm breaking up with you. I don't need you in my life anymore.....My need for you has ceased. You've worn out your welcome. Sure you helped me get my babies, and I am grateful...but the last one of those was almost 9 years ago. You can't make me have any more, I got that sorted years ago, so consider this your notice.

You are unemployed from this body. Go find someone else to fuck over for 30 odd years....

Thanks

Molley