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Blacklisted from the PTA is an irreverent look at motherhood and the modern family. From the high chair to a vinyl restaurant booth on date night, Lela Davidson has captured life on the cul-de-sac with a husband, two kids, and the occasional pet. Whether failing at cloth diaper origami or smug in knowledge that her children have never consumed a PopTart, Lela assures parents they are not alone, and that it's okay to laugh-at yourself, and at your kids. These are the stories of Everyparent-even if we don't always tell them out loud. Each of these 62 essays can be read in under five minutes for a quick laugh-either with or at the author.
As a CPA on the mommy track, all Lela wanted to do was sit on the driveway and drink wine out of a box with the neighbors. Luckily, she started writing down her stories instead. Whether tackling PTA meetings, neighborhood politics, or inflation-by-Tooth Fairy, Lela exposes the humor in every awkward moment and maternal meltdown. From a trendy Seattle condo, to a tidy Arkansas subdivision, Lela shares the comic side of family life. She takes you to Mexican bars, the hockey rinks of St. Louis, ski slopes near Santa Fe, shopping in Dallas, and even introduces you to a few strippers-the novices on the playgrounds of New York City, and the pros in Vegas. Lela says what the rest of us are thinking. Her hilarious observations and subtle satire are always spot on. She's not afraid to reveal her screw-ups, along with fleeting delusional moments of wherein she honestly believes she is the best mom ever.
Lela Davidson
Lela is an award-winning humorist and freelance journalist who loves media and marketing. She entertains and inspires audiences in print, web, video, and television. Lela is the author of Blacklisted from the PTA and Who Peed on My Yoga Mat?, and contributor to NBC News, TODAY Moms, iVillage, and Huffington Post. She frequently speaks about motherhood, marriage, marketing, and the challenges of being over-40 in a Botox world. Lela wrote Sexy, Smart, and Search Engine Friendly: Get Found Online Without Losing Your Mind or Wasting Your Time especially for authors, artists, and small business entrepreneurs.
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Blacklisted from the PTA - Lela Davidson
Blacklisted from the PTA
by Lela Davidson
Copyright 2013 Lela Davidson
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Author Photo: Sweet Portrayal Photography, www.sweetportrayal.com
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Author’s website is at http://www.leladavidson.com
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Also by Lela Davidson:
Who Peed on My Yoga Mat?
Home Improvement Gone Wrong
Money, Murder, & Marriage: A Slightly Skewed Celebration of Love
Sexy, Smart, & Search Engine Friendly: Get Found Online Without Losing Your Mind or Wasting Your Time
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For John, Alexander, and Gabriella, my daily support and inspiration.
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Introduction
I didn’t set out to write this book. What I wanted to write was a novel, one of those quirky romantic quirky titles that get made into a movie starring Reese Witherspoon or Kate Winslet. I didn’t know how to do that, so I set out to learn. Write what you know, the experts said. But what did I know? I knew how to quit a real job and pack up a family to move from Seattle to Texas, and that the Pampered Chef was not the vehicle to my self-actualization. All I seemed to be good at was sitting on the driveway drinking boxed Chardonnay and talking to my friends. So that’s what I wrote—the stories that made us laugh. I hope they make you laugh, too.
More importantly, I hope that each and every one of you find your way to the PTA’s blacklist.
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Table of Contents
Birth, Babies, and Beyond
Birth: You Can’t Plan It
Making Babies: Oh, the Glamour!
If I Had Tweeted My Labor
Confessions of an Earth Mama Wannabe
The Legend of My Ten-Pound Baby
Forgive Us Our Sins
The Terrible Twos, Give or Take a Few
But Why?
Play Dating
Let Them Eat Cake
Health Nut
Sex, Drugs, and Jesus
Cut Costs This Year, Starting with the Tooth Fairy
The Case of the Easter Bunny
Trotting Out My Turkey
Pink President
Thanks for the Whore Barbie
The Lousiest Blessing
Suburban Bliss
We Are Not The Joneses
Puppy Love
Garden Spiders Beware
Top 10 Things That Could Go Wrong While Baking – A Cautionary Tale
Car Trouble
Rise of My Machines
3 Steps to Good Housekeeping
Glamorous Task
I Am the Wirus
Portrait of a Junk Drawer
Blacklisted
Mommy Meltdown
The New Birthday Plan
Strategic Swearing
Got Stuff?
Best Mom Ever: School Counselor
26 Ways to Torture Children
Fear the Bunny
Seven Surefire Ways to Get Blacklisted from the PTA
Texting: Make Mine Unlimited
Happily Ever After
Chasing Date Night
Busted
Used To Be
Top Ten Reasons to Date Your Spouse This Year
Date Night Etiquette
How to Date Like a President
Hot Date at Sam’s Club
Retiring Romance
Top Ten Stupid Date Night Ideas
Marriage, Home Maintenance, and Imaginary Widowhood
The Journey
Are We There Yet?
Not in the Frommer’s Guide to New York City
Camping, Anyone?
Could Be Worse
Meet Me at the Hotel Room
Great Racing Dragons
Best Mom Ever: Ski Instructor
Until Further Notice
Me Time
Anti-Resolutions
When You Want to Run Away
Thank God I’m a Country Girl
How Do You Take Your Boo?
Containing My Desire
Pretending Prada
Stripper 101
Precious
Words in the Sand
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Birth, Babies, and Beyond
Birth: You Can’t Plan It
The morning my daughter was born I rose with the sun, listened to birds singing, and timed contractions. Then I called my doula, whose job it was to ensure that all doctors, nurses, anesthesiologists, surgeons, friends, family, and husbands, stuck to—The Birth Plan.
In case you’re unfamiliar with the concept, The Birth Plan consists of detailed instructions regarding how your baby will enter the world. It is formulated in the comfort of your living room while you and your doula sip tea and admire each other’s pedicures. The actual birth takes place in a greenish room where instead of chamomile, you would gladly accept heroin from a street dealer should one conveniently appear.
After suffering through one unplanned cesarean, I wanted to actualize my womanhood by pushing that second baby out. Most women worship the doctor who offers a scheduled C-Section. Not me; I’m special. I opted for a VBAC—vaginal birth after cesarean—and in so doing also made my choice for minimal pharmaceutical assistance.
Natural childbirth was fine, Honey,
my mother told me. But that was before we had the drugs.
I told myself I didn’t need the drugs. For hours I labored according to The Birth Plan. I breathed, counted, and groaned. It sucked. I got stuck in the bathtub, unwilling to move. Even when the water got cold I stayed there moaning like an injured cow. The contractions came so fast and lasted so long that they merged into one continuous, gnawing, increasingly unbearable pain.
After eight hours, the physical torture finally brought me to my senses. I agreed to take the drugs. Just a little mind you—just enough to blunt the edge. But Demerol, it turns out, is a gateway drug. Forget natural; I wanted the needle. My Grape Nut eating, placenta-planting doula was disappointed when I requested the epidural, but she supported me anyway. It was, after all, a legitimate stipulation in Plan B, paragraph 3 of The Birth Plan.
I spent the next several hours turning from side to side, elevating one or another part of my body, and visualizing my baby descending the birth canal. This is WAY easier when you’re high! But my baby didn’t want to come out. We would get her just to the brink and she’d twist herself back around, sunny side up. After hours of monitoring and measuring and changing position, fearing that without intervention she’d be stuck in there forever, we made our move.
My husband smiled. The doula frowned. I surrendered. Nurses shaved me and counted instruments, then rolled me to the operating room. Suddenly I felt a sharp popping sensation unlike the slow and steady agony of labor. When I told the doctors about it, eyes opened wide and the surgeon ordered the nurse to check the baby’s heart rate. Again.
You’re going under,
the doctor snapped. I watched the mask cover my nose and mouth.
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Before I was fully aware, someone handed me a wriggly, sweet smelling bundle. Her fresh skin peeked out at me from beneath pink flannel. She squirmed in my arms and arched her disproportionately large head toward my breast.
I couldn’t have planned it better.
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Making Babies: Oh, the Glamour!
I had my last baby when I was thirty. And when I say last, I mean that’s it. I won’t be one of those women taking prenatal vitamins and Boniva at the same time. I don’t have the energy.
I waited until the ripe old age of twenty-eight to have my first child, then followed up with a second only twenty-two months later. I had to work quickly because way back then we were afraid to get pregnant after thirty-five. A lot has changed in the last ten years. Pregnancy over forty is now accepted and, if you believe the celebrity photos, easy.
As I inch toward forty, the biological clock still ticks. Instead of, have-a-baby-have-a-baby,
it now says, just-one-more-just-one-more.
I fantasize that I’d do everything right this time. I would coordinate perfect outfits, offer only breast milk and homemade organic baby food, and bathe myself every day. I’d even blow out my hair and put on makeup.
I indulge this dream for about a minute before I remember the sleepless nights, continuous feeding, and emotional extremes. Between post-partum, PMS, and peri-menopause, I can’t imagine what older moms—even celebrities—are going through, but I suspect if you knocked on their doors at nine in the morning, they wouldn’t be red carpet ready.
Despite the realities of baby rearing, glitz and ease is exactly what we see in those magazines we sneak read at the grocery checkout. People complain that Hollywood glamorizes young pregnancy by holding up Jamie Lynn Spears and Ashlee Simpson as role models, but I’m more offended by the forty-is-the-new-twenty-two celebrities that are selling us regular women a bill of goods.
• Gorgeous Naomi Watts gave birth to a second son at age forty. She claims to have lost all her baby weight breastfeeding. I’m sure it had nothing to do with her live-in personal chefs and trainers.
• Over-forty Australian actress Rachel Griffiths plays an American on Brothers and Sisters. She’s pregnant with her third baby and like our homegrown celebs, she has a penchant for unique names. She already named one son Banjo. Let’s hope age has wised her up. If not, she may end up with a cute little Fiddle or Harmonica.
• Desperate Housewife Marcia Cross gave birth to twin daughters at age forty-five. Seriously? At least she’ll be able to use her AARP travel discount to take them on their senior trip.
• Supermodel Stephanie Seymour had another baby at forty. Paparazzi caught her frolicking in the surf. Is it wrong to hate her? There’s not enough Pilates in the world to get me into a bikini post-childbirth—and I started young.
• Perhaps the wisest is none other than the daughter of the King himself, Lisa Marie Presley. She welcomed twin girls at age forty. She had the foresight to birth two other children sixteen and nineteen years ago, so now she’s got live-in childcare. Now that’s planning ahead.
I’d love to see these A-listers before their morning triple tall latte. Show me the beautiful people frantically chasing down a toddler, trying to get neon poop out of the carpet, and dripping in spit up. Then I’ll be impressed.
My advice? If you’re planning to get pregnant over forty, do yourself a favor and cancel your subscription to People magazine.
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If I Had Tweeted My Labor
I am a little addicted to my social networks, especially Facebook. I’m not alone. I love these updates so much it almost makes me wish I could have another baby.
Almost.
I like to think I’d exercise restraint if I were having a baby in this social media-saturated world, but who am I kidding? I’d be so much worse than a few Facebook updates. I would Twitter the whole thing.
• OMG! Just started timing contractions. Totally on schedule. This is going to be soooo great. Can’t wait to start breathing exercises!
• I <3 #childbirth!
• Contractions R starting to hurt. Husband wants 2 go 2 the hospital but I’m calling the doula. No drugs! #naturalchildbirth
• Wow