To the Imperfect Mother

Violet has given me break for a little bit, and is content playing "Chef Boy-R-D" with her pots and pans on the kitchen floor, thus giving me some time to add to my blog. A nice treat since she has been an absolute terror, control freak of a child since Na Na dropped her off this morning. She is at the moment going through a bit of a crisis. Always arms out stretched to be carried 24/7, with mommy not complying. It is torcher, but the girl jams on those two little feet now, and doesn't need to be carried around all the time.

Yeah, I am now comfortable enough to let her stay the night at my MIL's casa. She is 14 months and off the boobie so it gives Daddy and I some chill time. Last night we went to our friends house and indulged in drink, good food, and great conversation. You know the kind of conversation that is some what vulgar, and makes you laugh so hard you pee yourself. The night ended with one of our friends passed out on the floor sawing logs, me with sparkly blue finger nail polish and a make over, and my friend showing me weird YouTube videos about hairy muffs (for some reason that part stands out the most). Yes indeed it was a good night.

The little get together started out with just us girls, as the boys where on a mission to buy some video game that they where desperate to play, only to get to drunk to play it at all. So with that we got talking about motherhood, and the joys of rising our very different children. At one point there was a mention about "The stigma of the perfect mother". You know what I mean. That Susy home maker type, that has cookies in the oven, her children are always clean and well dressed with bows in their hair. Doesn't own a pair of sweat pants, spotless house and always smiling. Some people are so judgmental that if you don't add up to those standards you are efficiently labeled as "The Bad Mom".

What the heck is that?! I am not going to lie. I have walked past a sink full of dishes, there have been times when violet has had a full diaper and I have said " I will get it in a little bit." I have at times wanted to throw my arms up in the air and scream out some warrior cry of anguish thinking "WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!" Violet has been taken in public wearing mismatched clothing because I have held out on doing laundry. It is not every day that I feel like I am in the super mom kind of mood, I love being on my feet all day, and have time to sing to the birds so the perch on my shoulders like I'm Snow White.

The perfect mother is a fairy tale, conceived of 50's television shows. And to make matters worse modern television depicts not only mothers efficient at every thing but now SEXY!!!??? You mean you want me to wear a black strapless with a diamond necklace and stilettos and change diapers! I DON'T THINK SO!

So this blog is dedicated to Denise, Ducky, and Crystal. To "Real Life Perfect Mothers". Who are not ashamed to adorn their PJ's and band shirts. Who are not on an ever long quest to change their bodies to match up to some one Else's depiction of beauty. Who don't have a problem serving their children hot dogs and mac-n-cheese. You are my perfect mother peers. Hoo Raw to the imperfect mothers!!!!