All I Ever Wanted Was to be Kitty Forman – The Best 70s Mom Ever

I often describe myself as trapped in the 70’s with all of the rainbows and unicorns.

All I ever wanted when I was growing up, was to be a mom. Now that I am a mom. I realize all I ever wanted to be was a mom in the 70s.

I am not the soccer mom/room mother/girl scout leader type of mom.

I wanted to be the Kitty Forman mom, the mom from That 70’s Show. Actually, growing up, my life was that 70’s show and I wanted to be my best friend’s mom. I wanted to make my house so welcoming that it would be where everyone hung out, got fed and I was joyfully oblivious.

kitty 70s show rainbow

What I didn’t think about was my child wouldn’t pop out of the womb at 16, there would be a life between 0-16. And although I’m pretty sure that my son will be the guy whose house you want to hang at; I never thought of the type of personality it would take to be the guy everyone wants to be around. Yeah, no one ever warned me about the things the cool kid might do:

  • Almost burn the house down by making a torch constructed by shoving paper towels in an empty paper towel roll (lighting it on the stove while I had my back turned) so he could see in the dark dungeon.
  • Spontaneously mimic the sound of a fire engine siren perfectly. When all is calm and quiet. And your back is turned. Same sound and same volume. Causing temporary deafness.
  • Shatter a glass door to pieces with a sledgehammer because it was fun.
  • Force his mother to make videos of him singing/making how to videos/performing in shows. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
  • Make a rope swing from the second floor balcony and swing around the kitchen when left unsupervised for 30 seconds.
  • Lock a babysitter out of the house.
  • Tie a babysitter up with caution tape and sit on her until I get home.
  • Try to french kiss his mother
  • And I would stake my life on this one: Pretend to smoke and use an old Zippo lighter to light that fake cigarette or pipe whenever someone his parents are wanting to impress comes to the house. And then offer him one too.

Motherhood is not at all what I thought it would be, I’m not that 70s mom yet, and frankly I was completely unprepared to raise a boy. But now that I’ve settled in, I’ve gotta say that it’s pretty awesome and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Isaiah smoking a pipe on the sofa

 

This boy also has his own blog now, so if you want to see what antics he’s got going on head on over to Isaiah Dot Com.

 

Believe it or not, I wrote this post last week and had it scheduled to run. Then I checked with the ladies from Finish the Sentence Friday and discovered this week’s sentence was: My Favorite Decade is….

Well come on, that was a gimme.

 

Hosted by:

Janine Huldie of Confessions of a Mommyaholic
Kate Hall of Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine
Kristi Campbell of Finding Ninee
Stephanie Sprenger of Mommy, For Real

Janine
  • You already know I am a huge fan of Isaiah and his new blog, too. But I am also a fan of his mom and am totally loving that you wanted to be Kitty from That 70s Show, because she seriously was the perfect mom and couldn’t agree more with you on that and do think you are just that and the perfect mom 🙂 Thanks for linking up and so glad you could indeed finally share this with us this week!!ReplyCancel

  • I’m right with you. I am SO not a soccer mom!ReplyCancel

  • Kelly McKenzie

    Remind me never to babysit … Oh that photo of your son is such a hoot. Reminds me of my grandad with his pipe! Clever you to use this post for this topic too – impressive!ReplyCancel

  • Oh boy! Do you have your hands full! I love That 70s Show and you’re right, Kitty was a pretty cool mom. I’m sure you will be too…just keep your eyes open and be on high alert! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • I can’t believe you wrote this without knowing about the favorite decade prompt – perfect! I had to laugh at the list of all the things the cool kid would do and while I remember reading about most on the list, I missed the smashing a glass door with a sledgehammer. what a mess that must have been (although, it actually DOES sound pretty fun)ReplyCancel

  • Love the photo of Isaiah with the pipe! And being a 70s mom looks hard!!ReplyCancel

  • How cool that he has his own blog!

    Boys…what can you do? They’re completely different animals than girls. It cracks me up that my wife is learning this the hard way. Oh, and I love me some Red and Kitty!!ReplyCancel

  • I was told I was trying to burn down the house too. I was just playing with matches. They were pretty when they lit up. I never burned anything in particular. My son is definitely not that passionate is your son is about making sure you can but it does keep you on your toes.ReplyCancel

  • It Is Interesting To Note

    LOL! My brother and I did the rope swing thing from the house–my poor mother almost had a heart attack!ReplyCancel

  • Clark Scottroger

    hey! I did that! (the fake cigarette thing, must have been about 11, rolled up a sheet of lined paper, lit it up and inhaled…once lol (damn that hurt!) funny thing, several years later I learned to smoke properly…so much for classic learning theory.ReplyCancel

  • Hahaha! It’s funny how we tend to focus on the good stuff and forget there are some challenges that have to be included. I have to admit, I’ve never watched the 70’s show. I’ll have to remedy that oversight. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • My son called his attempt a french kiss with me “a wedding kiss.” Pretty sure I have myself to blame for watching a little too much “Say Yes to the Dress.” But it was still disturbing. And no one warned me to be defend against that as a parent.ReplyCancel

  • Oh you are so a Kitty. I mean really, I can totally see Isaiah having the basement be the hangout. You are already the coolest mom I know.ReplyCancel

  • You were completely unprepared to raise a boy, and your boy is one in a million. Most kids don’t have enough material to have their own blog. Isaiah is a superstar! And you’d look cute with your hair feathered like Kitty.ReplyCancel

  • It is amazing how quickly kids can get into trouble within seconds of us turning our back or going to the restroom. My oldest son decided to play with a few matches one day and when questioned about it he said he didn’t do it. However, you can’t hide the distinct smell of a lighted match.ReplyCancel

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