Category Archives: Worst Mother Ever

‘Anger Hell’ Really Pisses Me Off!!!

Anger is overrated.

Anger is what we do when we’re lazy about our feelings.  When we can’t be bothered to go deeper to figure out what’s really going on inside our heads.

And it’s often not at all about what it seems to be on the surface.

But…

If….

(and it’s a really big if)

…we can catch ourselves before the ‘ROARRRRR’….

And just get curious about what’s really going on… about what’s REALLY buggin’ you…

No. No. No. Don’t fall for that. That’s just a trick your mind is playing on you to save you the effort of digging deeper. Your mind wants to stay angry, because it can’t be bothered to do the heavy lifting required to figure this out.

But if you could just ask….

“What’s going on inside my head?” 

You might just find out something your mind has been working very hard to get you to ignore.  It wants you to look on the outside, to blame someone else, something else.

I know, I know, it’s so much easier to be mad at other people, even if you don’t even remember why you’re mad.  

But if you let it, your mind will keep you in Anger Hell.  Forever. 

And that just blows.

You know, the WORST Mother can get very lazy about what’s going on inside her head.

Because, sometimes, it can look like this…

“What’s all that SH!T doing inside my head??????????????????”… the WORST mother asks, trying really hard to get curious.

“WAIT!”… she says, suddenly full of curiosity. (She’s so good at becoming curious!)

“That looks like the inside of my closet” …she will often say, completely and utterly perplexed.

“And my car”… she adds, scratching her head.

“And my make-up drawer“… she moans, curiosity giving way to frustration.

“And my frig”… she says, raising her voice, as she teeters into a pissed off state.

“And my pantry”…she exclaims with vehemence and exasperation and a whole bunch of other emotions that rhyme with discombobulation.

Ruh. Roh.  

“And my life!!!” 

“$%#@”… she explodes. So much for curiosity. (I said she was good at getting curious… staying there is another matter.)

Bless her heart. She tries. 

But then….. eventually…

Ah-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Some relief.  A letting go.

Surrender.

And suddenly, a voice inside her head breaks through all the clutter and says…

Seize the AFGO… a.k.a. 

Another. Freakin’. Growth. Opportunity.

An opportunity to shift.

To get back to curious.

To get to know yourself.

To grow up.

Seize it, dammit.

Because anger is not a very sophisticated emotion. Especially when it’s used defensively.

And it’s often just a cover up.  A catch-all emotion.  For when you can’t be bothered to get to know yourself.

Or to find out what’s really buggin’ you.

Take the time to FEEL what’s behind the anger.

Because it’s not about the dog.

Or the kids.

Or the husband.

It’s about the sh!t you say to yourself that is not very nice.  

It’s always about you.  It’s about how you hurt you.

Isn’t that perfect? 

Isn’t that such a relief?

Lose the anger.

Make friends with yourself.

Seize the AFGO.

And never settle for anger again.

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*Today’s post was brought to you by the emotions anger, frustration and all the ones that rhyme with discombobulation
 

‘Real’ Mothers NEVER Yell or Stomp or Spit. Do they?

FUN FACT:  The sound of shrimp chewing on food, as detected by underwater nuclear submarine microphones from a distance of 300 feet, is minus 80 decibels (dB). 

That’s pretty quiet. 

The loudest possible sound ever is 194 decibels (dB). 

If you’re wondering what in the world could ever be that loud, let me give you a hint. 

Yeah, that would be me. 

Yelling.

And when you consider that a jet taking off clocks in at 140 dB, and an ear drum literally breaks in half at 160 dB, I guess it could be said that I have a pretty badass bellow. 

Not that I’m bragging or anything. 

Let’s just call it boasting.

HOWEVER…..

Apparently, real moms never ever ever never ever yell. 

Instead, they always say things like: “Honey, could you please please please not put dog food in your sister’s cereal?” and “Sweetheart, could you pretty please use your magic words when you ask for your fifth helping of that sixteen layer cake I baked especially for you to show you how much I love and care for you, further proof of which can be evidenced by my unwillingness to even consider putting my needs anywhere near first?”

Oh, how I wish I could hear my kids brag about what a good ol’ yeller I am.  I mean, how many other mothers can knock it out of the park at almost 200 dB? 

Besides yelling, I’m also really good at stomping.

I am not kidding.

I am really REALLY good at it. 

Check this: I can do 283 stomps per minute.  With my eyes closed. 

In a green dress. 

On a Wednesday.

Notice how I focus on my strengths?

I mean, what good would it do for me to tell you all about my sixteen-layer cake baking inabilities. 

Guaranteed, you would not be impressed.  And then you might start to judge me.  You might say something like, “Can you believe how incapable she is at baking multi-layered cakes? What kind of mom is she?”

And that would make you look bad.

And I wouldn’t want that. 

‘Cause we moms gottsta stick together. 

No. 

No.

NO.

I was saying stick, as in stick together, not spit together.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t spit. It’s just that spitting is not my forté. It comes out as a drool all the way down my neck and onto my…

But yelling and stomping are most definitely my forté.  

Among so many other wonderful things. 

Isn’t imperfection grand? 

Note: Today’s post is best served with my 80/20 Rule for Moms.

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  I am looking for TEN volunteer moms/guinea pigs to test market a new program I am developing based on my theory/undeniable proof that motherhood sucks.  I need moms who are committed to:

1.  Attending a one hour class on Tuesday, April 12th at 9 am Pacific/12 noon Eastern time.

2.  Willing to be honest about their feelings about motherhood (i.e. it can really suck bad! but only sometimes)

3.  Willing to have some fun (i.e. laugh your asses off)

4.  That’s it!

5.  Pass it on. 

For more information go here!

To sign up, please email me at: Lin@LinEleoff.com

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*Today’s AFGO moment was brought to you by the (real) green dress, a 194 dB yell and only 137 stomps.  No spitting. I just can’t do it right!
**AFGO = Another F*ing Growth Opportunity.  Have you had one lately?  

How to REALLY Win an Argument. Without Bloodshed!

So.

The other day….

I had a fight, argument, tiff, altercation, disagreement, point of contention with another kife loach.  It went something like this…

Anonymous Kife Loach:  Oops.  Was it something I said?

Me:     Well, now that you mention it…

AKL:     Can I tell you where I’m coming from?

Me:      Arent’ all men from Mars? Sorry. That was rude. Um, sure, go ahead.

AKL:     Well, my intention was blah blah blah

Me:      Yeah, but, I was thinking blah blah blah

AKL:      Well, not necessarily, because what I meant was blah blah blah

Me:      Oh. Okay.  Well, just so you know, I don’t need to be right here…

AKL:      No, I don’t need to be right…

Me:      I said it first…

AKL:      Fine.

Me:       Double fine.

AKL:       Friends?

Me:        Will you be my newest BFF?  I’ve started a collection.

Honestly, it kinda went like that.  In five minutes we fixed it.  Why?  Because our agenda was TO FIX IT. That’s it. No blaming. No trying to convince the other person to change.  Only the desire to Fix It.  Without tears.  Without bloodshed.  Without a chocolate mess.

Winning an argument is not only over-rated, it’s downright damaging.  And if you’re in a relationship that matters to you, winning is the worst thing that could happen, to either of you.  Because if one wins, the other one loses,  and over time, that can suck the life and love out of a friendship, a marriage, a family. 

That’s gotsta stop peepo. 

Today.

So, here’s the plan:

This week I’d like you to raise a point of contention with someone you really care about. EXPECT that it may start off ugly. 

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

Now, commit these words and phrases to memory and repeat as often as  necessary:

“We disagree but let’s try not to be ‘right‘; instead, let’s try to understand each other and fix this.”

“First things first:  I love (like; respect; adore) you.” 

“Yeah.  I do.  And I hate to see you so upset.  Do you think we could try to do this another way.  Really.  I love you. You love me. Let’s try to fix this while remembering we love each other.”

“I’m someone you love, too. Remember?”

“Yes.      You.        Do.        C’mon….”

“C’mon-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn….”

“I love you. I love you. I love you” 

Really.

It’s that simple.  If you stay in a place of genuine caring for the other person, and if they truly care for you, they will come around.  It may take some time and practice, because old habits die so freakin’ hard, but if you stand your (peaceful) ground, eventually, they’ll come around.

And then (only then) can you begin to talk about the problem.

Or not.

In fact, consider not saying another word.  Consider it fixed.

But, if more needs to be said, remember, it’s about both parties ‘winning’.

This takes practice, lots of practice, but it works.

And don’t forget, a day without an AFGO, is like a day without lip gloss.  

 

CARPE AFGO!


How To Lose Weight In Your Head with The AFGO Diet

I used to have a really big head.

99% of my weight was in my head.

Like most people, I had a lot of sh!tty thoughts I was carrying around since I was a zygote.  This caused my head to get really big. I mean really really big.

Pissed me right off.

The average head weighs about 11 pounds.  Mine weighed 111 pounds.  That’s a lot of excess noggin to carry around all day long.

So, I decided to lose some of the excess weight in my head.  I wanted to shed the so-called baggage so many of us carry around.

What I discovered surprised me.

I had a lot of bags. And they were packed pretty tight.

This is an MRI of my head before I put it on a diet.

Yikes, those suitcases were packed pretty darn tight in there.

And they were so colorful.  No wonder I became so attached to them.

No wonder my head felt so heavy.

On some days I could barely get it off the ground.

I decided to put my head on a diet. However, instead of pounds, I was going to shed some of the thoughts that were packed so neatly and tightly (and colorfully) into all that baggage in my head.

I put myself on the Get-That-Shit-Out-Of-Your-Head diet.  Also known as….

The AFGO* Diet.

Basically, it goes something like this:

Pick a thought, any thought, and work it baby.  Work it out.  Shake it, roll it, crunch it, just like you would do in a gym for your abs. And then…

Starve it.

How do you starve a thought?  By refusing to believe it unless you know that it’s absolutely positively without-a-doubt YOU COULD PROVE IT TO EINSTEIN…

A FACT!

And even then you may not want to bother with it.

Let’s face it, you don’t go around all day reciting facts.

Unless you’re me.

Hence, we have choices to make.  What kind of thinking are we going to allow into our heads?

Facts?  Thoughts?  Beliefs?

Which facts?  Which thoughts?  Which beliefs?

This takes a conscious effort.  You are going to be testing the thoughts and beliefs you acquired through osmosis.

First, let’s clarify.

A fact is undisputable and provable.

A thought can be a fact or something you make up or choose to believe.

A belief is a thought you keep thinking.   A belief is not a fact.

Your thoughts and beliefs create your reality.

Your reality is what you choose it to be, based on the thoughts and beliefs you allow to swim around in your head.

If your reality sucks, you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do.

To yourself.

In her book Self Coaching 101, Brooke Castillo teaches how to run your thoughts through a five-step process that’ll help unpack all that baggage.  Brooke calls this the Self Coaching Model, and it works like a charm: Name the circumstance; identify the thought that it triggers; recognize the feeling that goes with the thought; then notice the action you want to take when you feel that way.  The end result is always related to your original (icky) thought.

You know how I love a good math problem, so here is my rendering of Brooke’s model as a mathematical formula.

Notice all that commotion around the T?  Why do you suppose that is?

BECAUSE ALL YOUR POWER LIES IN THE T.  FIX THE T AND YOU WILL GET THE R YOU WANT.

Simple math.  (I am so good at math. This is a belief I have because I keep thinking the thought.  I don’t care if you believe me. I like this thought.)

Our old thinking patterns are often triggered by present day circumstances, but if we pay close attention to the triggers, we can clean up our thinking and subsequently our reality.

For example…

I have a client, we’ll call her Esmerelda Von Glick, (is that not the coolest name?–I wish it were real) who often gets triggered when in the presence of her mother. Let’s start with the circumstance that triggers the thinking that sends Esmerelda into a tizzy.

Circumstance:  Esmerelda’s mother often makes comments about her daughter’s weight. (Note that the circumstance is always a fact… Esmerelda’s mother actually said the words: ”Ezzy, if you lose 30 pounds you would look so pretty”).

Kapowie!

Esmerelda has a hissy fit the size of __________ (insert the name of something really really big here because I can’t think of anything big enough).

Why does Ezzy have a fit?  Because whenever her mother tells her she should lose weight, Ezzy thinks “My mother hates me because I’m fat.”  And even after her mother is long gone, Esmerelda continues to think:

My mother hates me because I’m fat.

I hate my mother.

Everybody hates me because I’m fat.

I hate everybody.

I hate me.

While it is a fact that Ezzy’s mother often makes comments about her daughter’s weight, it is not a fact that her mother hates her; that Ezzy hates her mother, that everybody hates Ezzy, or that she hates herself.

These are just thoughts.  Which have become beliefs.  Because Ezzy keeps thinking them.

When she has these thoughts, Ezzy feels sad, lonely, depressed.  The feelings are real, even though the thoughts are all in her head.  Like those pretty little suitcases I had in my head.

What does Ezzy do when she feel sad, lonely, depressed?  She eats. The result?  She gains weight.  Ezzy sees the weight gain as evidence that her fatness makes everyone hate her.

Ezzy could spend her whole life in painful thoughts like this.  Or she could use this as an AFGO* moment!

How?

Ezzy can change her thinking around her mother’s comments.

‘Cause she ain’t nevah evah gonna change her mama!

I’m not saying this is simple.

But it can be.

It’s all up to you.

Self Coaching 101 teaches you how to take back the power you have to create a better reality for yourself.  It shows you how to clean up your thinking.

You can’t change your circumstances, but you can change the way you think about them.

Back to Esmerelda Von Glick (whom I’d like to tell you is a very famous princess in Sweden but I would be lying):  Here is a fast-forward version of how we worked together to clean up her thinking.

Circumstance:  Her mother says: Ezzy, if you lose 30 pounds you would look so pretty.

Ezzy’s new thought:  My mother worries about my weight.

Ezzy’s new feeling:  Loved by her mother, (even when her mother is annoying as hell.)

Ezzy’s new action:  She goes for a walk.

Ezzy’s new result:  She feels loved.

Okay, I know this a big leap from when she started but over time and with practice, Esmerelda, the Princess of Her Own Life, has created a better reality for herself.  Her mother hasn’t changed, but Ezzy has!

How freakin’ cool is that?

Try it yourself and comment below… I’ll help if you need it.

1.  Start with the circumstance (fact).

2.  Name ONE thought that it triggers.  (You’ll do this for each thought that you have.)

3.  What feeling(s) does this give you.

4.  What action do you take; that is, what do you do, when you feel like this.

5.  What is the result of your action?

Get to work my lovely people.

Not only will this work make you lose weight in your head, but it will also make all your wildest dreams come true.

*AFGO=Another F***ing Growth Opportunity


Why I Decided Not To Kill Laverne, Again!

Things have been pretty quiet around here lately. Shirley‘s been away on vacay somewhere.  And Laverne? Well, I thought Laverne was gone for good.

Big mistake.

Laverne, my inner dictator, always tries to be the boss of me, bless her twisted little heart. Unlike Shirley, she rules with an iron fist.  She uses words like “should” and “have to” and “supposed to.

She’s a virtual lunatic. And she’s green.

Ugh!

What’s crazy is that I don’t even know Laverne’s there until it becomes painfully obvious.

To everyone.

But me.

I have actually tried to kill Laverne on many occasions.  And just when I think she’s gone for good…

… she keeps coming back.

Like zits on a teenager’s face.

The thing about Laverne is, she really and truly believes she’s helping me. She refuses to die, not because she likes to torment me, but because she’s afraid for me.  She believes my survival depends on her.

In a warped, mangled, creepy, green alien sort of way.

Well, that sh!t’s got to stop.

Here’s how.

First of all, I’m going to give up my murderous tactics. Hell, the girl just won’t die so I might as well throw that towel in and save myself some  brain cells.

Next – and this is going to freak her out — I’m going to invite her to come back whenever she feels like dropping by to check up on me.

Yes, Laverne, drop by and stay awhile.

In fact, I insist.

Because I understand that you’re just trying to look out for me.  That you’re doing the best you can with what you know and that some day, when you know better, you’ll do better. You’ll relax.  But guess what? I know better, and I want to prove to you that I can manage without your scare tactics and threats and limes and coconuts.

When you start with the should’s and have to’s and supposed to’s I’m not going to listen.  I’ll hear you but I won’t be listening.  There’s a big difference.

Because I want to look after me… and you.  It must be hard work worrying about me all the time, trying to get me to do the stuff you think I should do.  Even though we’re one and the same, we’re really not.

I’ve been watching you and you really do not bring out the best in me.  I know you mean well, but… um… you suck at being me!

So, I’m ready to go it alone, and I invite you to stick around and watch me. You may want to interject from time to time but I’m just going to have to shush you whenever you start acting up. But it will be a loving shush. I promise I won’t try to kill you anymore.

A simple thank you would’ve been nice.

Now, go sit in the corner, put your feet up, and stay awhile.

And shush!

I got your back.

Laverne?

Laverne!

LAVERNE!!!!!

This post was brought to you by the Save Laverne Society.

Total membership: 1

And dwindling fast.

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