Other Mothers Are Perfect And I Suck
I envision other mothers prepping three course (food pyramid approved) meals for their children, three times a day… While I make scrambled eggs in the microwave (three times a day.)
I envision other mothers spending a leisurely thirty minutes talking their tot through a gentle diaper change… While I beg my child not to smear poop on my face as I haphazardly diaper him as we’re rushing out the door to the Mommy and Me (fill in the blank) class we’re inevitably late for.
I envision other mothers having the television removed from the home the instant they learn an impressionable new little human is growing within them…. While I frantically try to figure out how to get to the Netflix Kids app so I can have two uninterrupted minutes to scrub the microwave eggs out of the carpet, and my hair.
I envision other mothers mystically stretching time and completing all laundry, bathing, clothing, feeding, watering (of themselves and their children), cleaning their shelter, and laughing (it’s most certainly a basic need), ALL. IN. ONE. DAY. While I spread out our basic needs over the course of a week—with the exception of laughing, we do plenty of that.
I envision other mothers prepping a developmentally appropriate art project for kiddo/s each day of the week…. While I consider arranging our spaghetti (with a side of microwave eggs) into abstract shapes during dinner to be art project enough.
I envision other mothers polishing off thoughtful and inspiring replies to all 55 of their emails, in one hour, and shutting down the computer for the rest of the day… While I pull out my cell phone, laptop, or tablet thingy 367 times a day in an attempt to get out any response to the 16 emails I have sitting in my Inbox.
I envision other mothers leaving helpful, humorous, and heartfelt posts on their online Mom Group of choice… While I’m fortunate if I can shoot off an incredibly helpful, ‘Me too!’ or ‘That Sucks!’
I envision other mothers taking an adorable holiday card photo in June, pre-ordering the cards by September, and shipping them out, complete with a tastefully witty ‘Our Year in Review’ letter, by November 29th…. While I post a ‘Happy Holidays’ photo of my child on Facebook on January 3rd, hoping all the relevant relatives see it.
I envision other mothers writing the next great American novel, or blog, during their child’s three-hour naps…. While I attempt to type out ONE SENTENCE as my child simultaneously kicks my typing hand and bites my boob. (I started writing this two weeks ago.)
I envision other mothers being really cool and cutting me way too much slack for all the lazy mom-isms I’m guilty of…. While I have a good laugh with my kiddo, and remember that, hey mama, it’s all good.
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