This blog was the brainchild of my friend J. She is one of those ideas people, she is always coming up with ideas and if left to her own devices, I fear that she would act on all of them. About 16 months ago myself and three of my friends, including J, decided that we needed a dedicated time to debrief, about our kids, husbands, work and just life in general. At about this time, I was having lots of problems with my first and only child. She had reflux and struggled, and this was manifested in lots of screaming. This eventually takes its toll on even the most stoic of parents. J, lent me a book she read called the "Pissed of Parent's Club", and it was a mirror image of my life. She then decided to lend it to another friend of ours, and so 'Bookclub' was born.
We don't read books, and most of the time we don't even discuss them; but don't all women have a bookclub? Or at least Hollywood would have you believe that they do. So we decided "Bookclub" is what we should call our regular rendezvous. We meet fortnightly, and as most of us are shift workers, we are flexible with the day and time. This therapy session, as been the best thing for all of us. We all love our husbands and families, but there are some times when discussing an issue with the group can make you feel better. We don't always come up with a solution, in fact, we mostly don't. But we do give each other the opportunity to be heard in a comfortable environment, without fear of judgement or repercussions. Sometimes venting to an outsider can be the most therapeutic, especially when that outsider, knows you pretty well. J, mentioned our book club phenomena to another of her friends who has moved away, and she too now has a 'Bookclub'.
This blog is therefore the spawn of our/my "Bookclub", I would like this to be a virtual forum for all you "pissed off parents", or those that just want a friendly ear. The friendships formed and the rapport developed has been an essential part of mine and I dare say my fellow bookclubers, coping strategies for life's journey.
Think about it, it might just be the one thing that makes all the difference.
