4 Fck Sake: Raising a Perfectly Imperfect Family
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Donna Lynn's personal journey through motherhood exposes both her failures and successes while depicting life in a chaotic, yet hilarious way. Many stories are told regarding family, marriage, friends, and how life never seems to go as planned. While raising four children can be stressful, Donna Lynn finds a way to laugh at the insanity, enjoy the chaos, and relish in the love of having an active, overzealous family.
For Fuck Sake, is an ode to all parents who can find the patience to overcome all the stress of daily life while raising children. From self inflicted over scheduled extra curricular activities and teenage mayhem to detention and age school temper tantrums, reading For Fuck Sake will give you a chuckle and a reason to reexamine your daily rituals and family values.
In a voice that is fresh, irresistibly funny, and incredibly relatable, Donna Lynn Morandi embraces the chaos while enjoying all of the treasured moments and memorable events that have shaped her life. For Fuck Sake is the journey of a woman who embraces the unpredictable, cherishes the small parental victories, and inhales each precious moment while discovering a love so profound that it takes her breath away.
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4 Fck Sake - Donna Lynn Morandi
Securely Insecure about being Perfectly Imperfect
4 Fuck Sake may seem like a harsh title for a book. And maybe you were a little embarrassed to even buy it, or maybe you were a little intrigued because, dammit, the title spoke to you. For whatever reason, I am sure glad that you bought my book. Now, this book is not meant to be rude or crude, it is meant more of a this must be a joke!
or "are you kidding me?" when it comes to parenting. But even those thoughts don’t have the same effect that For Fuck Sake has. Believe me, I don’t go around my house in front of my 4 kids saying, oh, for fuck sake, clean up your clothes; for fuck sake, I ran out of milk; oh, for fuck sake, this bill is due next week. Sounds funny, doesn’t it? To be honest, there is a whole lot of chatter going on in my head that never leaves my lips. For fuck sake is my go-to chatter phrase. It adds a little humor to whatever is happening at the moment that needs my undivided attention. At best, it lightens the mood. It makes something annoying and inconvenient seem not as serious or intense. Some people count to ten, and some take a deep breath, and even others stomp off mad, too frustrated to deal with it. My reaction is laughter. I laugh at my kids, I laugh at the insanity of raising four very different children and most importantly, I laugh at myself.
I’m not good at a lot of things, but I’ll tell you one thing, I’m a pretty good kick ass mother; well, sort of…. I guess it’s a matter of perspective. I mean, what makes for a good mother by today’s standards? Is it the mother with the straight A student, or the mother with the most athletic kid, or is it the mother that has the most polite or obedient kids? Well if that’s the case, then scratch that, I SUCK! My kids aren’t perfect, but I know I am a total kick ass mother. They remind me with every hug, every smile, and every secret each one of my kids shares with me. You see, my children run toward me, not away from me, so I know I am doing something right. I view my kids as perfectly imperfect little humans that are learning and growing every single day, and I am okay with that, but again, it depends on your perspective. We all have our own idea of perfection. Some of us feel successful as parents if our kids are happy, healthy, and open-minded, and others feel their success through well-rounded children in both academics and extra-curricular activities, and then there are those of us who are just happy our kids woke up and made it to school on time. I am sure most parents would feel pretty successful at parenting if they had a kid that had strong attributes in academics, athletics, and school in general, since it takes up a big part of their day. But let’s face it, no one is perfect; not us, not our kids, and not our spouses; and for the most part we realize that the hard part is admitting that even moms can be insecure about our imperfections. The thing is, we know our kids are counting on us.
Announcement: It is human nature to have insecurities, and to be perfectly imperfect. In the pages ahead, I hope you can laugh and cry and relate to me through my imperfect journey of motherhood, as I face my fears and failures. I am sure you will be able to identify with many of the stories that I share with you. And through it all, I hope that you can embrace your own perfectly imperfect family. And be proud of who you are and what you do.
Well… This Wasn’t the Plan
In many ways, I live a life straight right out of the 1950s; not that there is anything wrong with that. It’s just that I am aware of it. I just never intended my life to turn out like this, but here I am: a suburban housewife. I went to college and had dreams and aspirations of a career with power and money; and yet here I am making baked apple slices while doing the laundry, straightening up the living room, and thinking about what’s for dinner. In about an hour the chaos will be arriving. The Fab Four will be getting home from school. From there it will be pick-up time, drop-off time, sports time, homework time, dinner time, bath time, and the well- anticipated bedtime. I am sure many mothers have different routines than me that they find to be interesting and exciting to them. But every day welcoming home the Fab Four after their time away at school is what keeps my soul thriving.
I sometimes wonder where I would be had I not gotten married and had children. Would I have an apartment in the city? Dress in name brand clothing? Eat out at fancy restaurants? Have sophisticated discussions with important people? Most importantly, would I be happy? Let me say this, I am at peace with where my life has led me and the choices I have made, but it certainly wasn’t the plan. I can’t remember a specific time when I made the decision that my life would be focused on family, but I know it was a deliberate decision.
I think my interest in having a big family started when I moved to Levittown, New York. So many other families with kids were moving there as well. I have always loved all the hustle and bustle of a big family. The different personalities, the energy, the love, and the laughter. There’s a certain pride in having 4 kids. It’s like telling the world, we are bad ass. In fact, if I can turn back time I would have more children. Again, that was never the plan. I was motivated and prepared to live a life of adventure and in many ways, I do live that life, but just not as I originally conjured in my mind. Like many young girls, I had my sights set high on taking over the world.
With age and wisdom, I have come to realize that my intentions did become a reality, except my world
became much more intimate.
I have no problem leaving my house with my hair wrapped casually into pigtails bouncing in the air, no make-up on my face, and wearing my Target-brand sun dress and cheap flip-flops in my small suburban town called Levittown. I look around and everywhere there are moms in expensive heels, moms with flawless makeup, moms with places to go and people to see, and I can’t help feeling so out of my element. It’s not lost on me that living in Levittown is nothing short of ironic. If you Google Levittown
you will learn that it was the first suburb in America, designed to provide affordable housing. It became the symbol of the American Dream
after World War II. Levittown, for all intents and purposes, was built on conformity. The homes all looked the same, the yards all looked the same, and the people all looked the same. So how did a person like me end up in a place like this? Good question.
To say I was sheltered growing up in the small town of Bayville, on the North Shore of Long Island, New York, would be an understatement. As a child, I played with my Cabbage Patch dolls and enjoyed the regular girl things. As I got older I became more of a tomboy and loved playing outside with the neighborhood kids. We would spend hours playing ring and run, running bases, soccer, and monkey in the middle. It was a great neighborhood filled with family barbecues. We all had a sense of safety. But even then, my plan was never to be some great stay-at-home mom. I was always looking forward to leaving my small town and venturing off into the great big world.
When I was 14, my grandmother took me to her native country of England. I fell in love with the culture and independence of traveling to another country. That first overseas trip got me hooked on life outside of my small town.
I worked three jobs my senior year of high school and saved up all my money so that I could return to Europe, this time with my cousin Christina. We traveled to England and France. Christina was older than me and already very cultured and educated. Traveling with her made my experience even more rich and rewarding. Being with her changed the way I viewed myself, the world, and how I wanted to live my life. I began to view the world as something I wanted to participate in, and experience on a deeper level, more than I had in the past. In many ways she helped transform this small-minded Long Island girl to someone who dreams bigger and greater.
Entering college, I was focused on making a name for myself. I was driven and felt proud that I was a student at Roger Williams University, in Bristol, Rhode Island. Growing up feeling stupid or less than, I never felt like I had the ability to succeed in college. Between my mother’s true belief in me, Christina’s influence, and my own determination, I knew that I had to go to college. I decided to enroll in the paralegal program and did well in all my classes. I was outspoken, confident, and probably a bit obnoxious. I was able to party at school and still maintain my focus on my future. At a young age, I had the confidence to know that anything I put my mind to would become my reality. I credit that to my reading disability and my mother’s belief that hard work pays off. And it did. I graduated from college feeling proud and hopeful about my future. Somewhere along the way, however, my focus changed because I fell in love.
Although I didn’t realize it at the time, college prepared me so much for motherhood. Many people go to college expecting to earn an education, to advance in their careers, and to learn life academically and socially. Although that may be true, I have learned so much more about life and being a mother by attending college. There, I formed friendships and bonds with people that I am still close with today. Just recently, I met up with a few of my college girlfriends at Roger Williams University for our 20th year reunion. We spent the weekend exploring the campus, reminiscing, and hanging out at the local bars where once we were frequent customers. Our lives have changed, and so has the campus, but the bond created from our years in college is still very much intact. We experienced our transition into adulthood together. We cried. We laughed. We talked about serious stuff, and many times we were downright hysterical! Oh, how I loved college life!
One incident in particular stands out. It was the weekend before Halloween and there were many parties going on off campus. My friend, Randy, invited both me and our friend, Joel, to a Halloween party. Assuming it was a costume party, Joel and I went out to find the perfect costume for the event. After searching through thrift stores on our very limited college budget, we decided that I would go as a clown and he would be Superman (cape and all). The thought of going to a Halloween costume party where we knew virtually no one was quite appealing to both Joel and me. We arrived fashionably late and already a little buzzed from cheap beer and no- name cigarettes. Imagine our surprise when we realized that we were the only two dressed in complete Halloween costumes. While we were pretty shocked ourselves, we looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said, We’re in!
We canvassed the party like we owned the place. The stares and whispers didn’t bother us much, probably because we were half in the bag, but more so because we were the most popular people there and we knew it. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with the clown and her Superman? Once we made the rounds and everyone got to know us, we initiated a college drinking card game called Asshole. Now if you don’t know what that is you can Google it. You will also find the official rules.
I’m not kidding. Before long, Joel and I had total command of the entire game and party. Almost immediately, Joel was the president and I was his vice president, both positions are of the highest ranking in the game of Asshole and we took our jobs seriously. In college having that title at a party was golden, and usually short-lived. Taking full advantage of our status, we became increasingly obnoxious, forcing those under
our ranking to drink. We knew we took the game too far when we shouted, If you are not wearing a costume, drink!
and everyone started groaning, which precipitated the end of the game. Joel and I decided to mingle among some of the other guests, while exploring the house. We soon found ourselves in master bedroom, and within minutes we were passed out on the bed. And then… I threw up. It was on the sheets, the pillows, the bedspread, there was even some that splashed on to a stuffed cat that was strategically placed between the throw pillows. That’s when we knew that it was time to go. Stumbling, yet feeling like we were in stealth mode, we slipped out of the back door, unnoticed. I remember that two-mile walk back to campus. We laughed so hard we couldn’t contain ourselves. It was an absurd night to begin with when, as strangers, we arrived at a Halloween party as Superman and his sidekick, the clown. To this day, it is one of the funniest stories I’ve ever been part of, and one of the many times that I felt like for fuck sake, here I am in a full clown costume: me, the rock star, accompanied by my Superman Joel.
The lesson I learned that night was no matter what, keep your head held high, and even if it’s in only in your own mind, know that you’re a rock star, and walk around believing it. College was fun and I made the greatest friends. Roger Williams University is also where I met my future husband.
To this day, I will never truly understand how the nicest, smartest, and most giving man I have ever known selected me to spend the rest of his life with. Our first date was a set up by my very dear friend, Meg. She knew both of us and lied about each other’s interest in the other. I know, not too romantic, but that’s how our story began. A set up by one of my best friends. Peter and I were in a real estate law class together. He was there for the real estate, and I was there for the law part. Meg thought that we would make a perfect pair, so she used her charm to get us together. She asked me what I thought of that guy, Peter and I responded, He’s okay. He’s smart and seems nice.
She asked Peter the same of me and he responded, She’s kind of cute.
Neither of us knew that she was sharing the information with the other. She told me that Peter was crazy about me and couldn’t keep his eyes off of me and she told Peter the same thing about me. In other words, she lied to perform a love connection. The real story is more like I was a struggling student (probably because I was partying too much), and I thought, wow! this guy is really smart. Maybe he’ll help me out in this class. And he thought I was fun and a free spirit. He found me intriguing and that kept his interest. My college friends thought we were an unlikely pair and we’d never make it as a couple. Their reason? I was the party girl and he was the guy who graduated # 5 in our class. What they didn’t realize was that Peter and I had the same core values, the same sense for adventure, and the same respect and loyalty to family. Peter had something that I never found with anyone before. He was decisive. He knew what he wanted. He was focused on his future, he was ambitious, and he was kind. One of the first things he said to me when we began dating was, Buckle up, if you stick with me, you’re in for the ride of your life.
And he was right. Now, over 20 years later, that has been absolutely true. Peter has accomplished more than I think either of us ever dreamed. He’s a good father, a good husband, a wonderful provider, and a great friend. A testament of his love for me is that he often says, In the 20-plus years I’ve known you, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re still zany, fun and unpredictable!
I’m not quite as fun and carefree as I was when I was younger, but all things considered I am still free at heart and find happiness in waking up every single day.
After college, I was offered two jobs in Boston. As a child I always dreamed of living there, so I figured that was a good sign. I visited Boston with my family and loved the New England charm. Peter and I started a life together in Massachusetts. At a young age, we were both ambitious and building names and careers for ourselves. At the time, I was working for a computer software company in the contract negotiating department. I loved the work and the money was great. My only problem was that I didn’t like Boston like I thought I would. It was way too cold, and I was used to the outspoken, up-front New York lifestyle. One cold and rainy afternoon, I started packing my suitcase. When Peter came home, he asked, Are you going to visit your folks down in New York?
I replied with much calm: Nope. I’m moving back to New York. Then I added,
Are you coming?" Without hesitation, Peter said yes.
We moved to New York with no jobs, no connections, and yet somehow, we made it work. We didn’t have a lot of money, but we were young and had a lot of love.