Well, Shit.
Mood:  irritated
I had a big fight with my mom today. It all stemmed from Dr. Phil and breastfeeding. Let's just say that I am in favor of breastfeeding and not fond of Dr. Phil. My mom feels the inverse. Why is it that some people need to start fights instead of just agreeing to disagree? Shit, how do you think I got through the last election?

It was the breastfeeding thing that got to me. Usually I am smart enough to smile and let it go, but she had to keep making negative remarks about the fact that Matt is "still" nursing. I love that -- it's always "still" nursing. At what age does that start? Six months? NEWS BULLETIN, PEOPLE: GOD GAVE WOMEN BREASTS IN ORDER TO BREASTFEED THEIR BABIES. BOTTOM LINE. GET OVER IT.

I guess I really am a breastfeeding nut. And I feel bad that I'm so much of a breastfeeding nut that when my mom said to my husband, "You should be discouraging her from breastfeeding," I didn't have the sense to shut up and let it go. No, I had to mount the soapbox. "Why do you think breastfeeding should be discouraged?" I ought to know better. The next thing I knew, it had degenerated into an ugly tirade that had nothing to do with breastfeeding and everything to do with my flaws as a human being which are, apparently, innumerable.

Sorry about that, Mom. I will call you in a few days, once you've had a while to feel properly wounded and outraged. Next time I will keep my mouth shut. But Matt will nurse as long as he wishes.