Has anyone read this book? When I saw it in Meijer a few years ago, I knew I had to have it, just because of the title. Why? Because it’s so hysterically true.
How many of us when we were little would fill in the blank with “Mom”, when asked what we wanted to be when we grew up? I was definitely that little girl. I played with Cabbage Patch kids until at least 6th grade. Ok, shut up haters, I lived in the country and there wasn’t a lot to do!
I got pregnant with Alivia 2 months after Shawn and I were married. Even though I was sick the whole time, and dead tired from working 12.5 hour shifts, I couldn’t have been more excited. I had dreams of pushing a stroller through the park, going to play groups, and selling Girl Scout cookies (I’m starting to regret that one!)
Alivia was born on my 24th birthday. I had preeclampsia, and went through a two day long induction. The morning after she was born I started bleeding, a lot. By the end of that day my entire stomach was actually bruised from a nurse wrenching on my stomach for over an hour to get my uterus to clamp down.
That night I remember saying to my Mom, “This just isn’t what I expected. I didn’t sign up for this.” Truer words have never been spoken.
I read quite a few blogs and some of my favorite ones are from other Moms who are brutally honest (possibly like yours truly!). The ones who admit to taking Xanax before going to see Santa, or who would trade their husband’s for a housekeeper.
You will never come to this blog and find Suzy Homemaker, but you’ll probably never find Peg Bundy either.
I am me.
Yes, I am sarcastic. Yes, I drink. Yes, I drop the occasional F-Bomb.
But, I also make homemade Christmas ornaments for my girl’s classmates, take my kids to picnics at Sonic when it’s 12 degrees out, and spend my lunch break driving 40 minutes round trip to watch a 15 minute preschool Christmas Program.
Nobody is a perfect mother. Not even you. So, instead why not try to embrace the imperfections, lose the maternal guilt, and even enjoy some laughs along the way?