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If sanity is a state of mind, then I’m a brilliant work of art crafted by a God with one heck of a sense of humor.
Tell that one to my psychiatrist and my therapist. And my midwives, physical therapist, my husband, kids, and every last friend who had to deal with me during the severe postpartum depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and paranoia that nearly killed me after Oops #2 made her grand entrance into this world. They’d probably give you a huge, toothy smile and wipe the sweat off their brow. It was a really long year for all of us.
I used to be adamantly anti-drug. No, for real. I even went so far as to birth both my girls in the water without any sort of pain meds. My second was a homebirth, a feat of which I am very proud despite the fact that I desperately want a hoo-haw recall after birthing two kids out of it.
If you’re a virgin or a hardcore religious fanatic, avert your eyes. Oops, that warning was a bit late. My bad.
Anyway, thanks to wonderfully smart people in white lab coats, not only am I no longer anti-drug, but I consume a lovely SSRI pill on a daily basis known as Prozac- yes, Prozac… can you believe I’m that fucking nuts?- that helps my neurons fire correctly so I can stop obsessing about how angry I am that “they” don’t tell you that childbirth is both the best and the worst thing that can happen to you. Luckily, smart asses like myself exist to warn you exactly how horrible your vagina looks after a kid pops out of it... Eh hem, but most days, I can function like a semi-normal human being.
Then there are the other days. But that’s a different story. See above.
My husband thanks the makers of happy pills as well. He likes having a sexy wife, though scarred from having two very big babies, who bakes like a fiend and fills his belly with obscene amounts of cookies. And he prefers when I shower and shave. Thank you, doctors. This moment was brought to you by anti-depressants: making everyone happy.
In another life I grew up in Tucson, AZ, survived 8 years of Catholic school, earned a second-degree black belt in Matsunoryu Jujitsu, married my college sweetheart, earned three degrees from the University of Arizona, raised two ginormous, stupid dogs, had two kids, and worked as a fourth grade teacher and a dance instructor. But then life happened.
Now I live in the gorgeous city of Seattle, WA in my dream home that was built in 1900 near Lake Washington. I miss my dumb, lovable pooches and want to adopt a homeless dog one of these days when all the boxes are unpacked. I still teach dance, and I’ve finally learned how to enjoy West Coast Swing competition thanks to all the therapy I’ve been through. It’s been a roller coaster, but I’m alive and kickin’ and full of more piss and vinegar than ever.
When I’m not busy blogging about all the stupid, insignificant details of my boring, ridiculous life, I am a writer, dancer, teacher, website designer, and friend. Most importantly, though, I’m a mom to two adorable munchkins and wife to a hot-ass computer geek.
I am Tamra Hood, formerly known as Tamra Kuehl. Welcome to my blog. Enjoy it and feel free to comment. But know in advance that if you’re a jackass, I will hunt you down, tie you to a bed, and remove your pubic hairs one by one with a pair of tweezers. I’m not kidding.
This is my personal website. Nothing is sacred. You’ve been warned.
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