I’m No Super Mom
Posted by Katry Maurice on
Some have bestowed the "Super Mom" compliment upon me. "I present to you, Madam Super Mom"; tap, tap on the shoulders with a magical sword. The only thing I want to do is use that magical sword to cast a spell on my house to clean itself and make dinner.
There are Super Dads out there too! (No Bill, it doesn't count if you've unloaded the dishwasher today!)
I appreciate the compliment tremedously. I think it is a way for people to tell moms that they respect them for all that they do. As I say "thank you" to such an honourable compliment, I cannot help but feel this immense pressure to keep it up. What if I don't want to keep it up all. of. the. time?! Will my Super Mom title be pried away from my tired, cold, coffee-induced nerve-stricken hands?
Being Super Mom implies perfection. I am not perfect. Would you like a few examples?
1. I yell. Yep, I said it. After I've repeated nicely a few times, the word "shoes" has never sounded so aggressive.
2. I say no for what seems like every day, every hour, every minute.
3. I lie. I have not kept all of their crafts from way back when. Sometimes, not even from last night.
4. I give in. "Oh you want the IPad at 5 a.m? Hell no! Go back to sleep. Try again at 6 a.m., because that's a more reasonable time." Then, I sleep beautifully until 7 and I am less likely to repeat #1 as often.
5. On weekends, my children wear their pyjamas. Sometimes the same pyjamas all night and all day for 2 days. Whatever man, less laundry.
6. I gave my 8 year old son the job of unloading the dishwasher. I am teaching him to be a responsible human being. Truth is, I gave him a job I hate.
7. I am a mom of boys and my bathrooms smell like pee all of the time. I cannot keep up.
8. Sometimes, most of the time, my motto is "Zero fucks given!"
9. Speaking of which, I swear too much. I tell my kids that they are adult words. When they repeat words I do not say, I blame daycare, school or my sister (she knows who she is..."tah bah rrr nak")
10. I fed my babies formula. Cue in a tribe of sanctimommy witch hunters who want to burn me to the stake!
All I want to say is, thank you for the awesome compliment, but I will not live up to it. My shoulders are already heavy enough as it is. To all of you Non-Super Moms out there, warm up your cold hands with a coffee mug, sit in a comfy pile of unfolded laundry and breathe. La vie est belle quand elle est simple.
There are Super Dads out there too! (No Bill, it doesn't count if you've unloaded the dishwasher today!)
I appreciate the compliment tremedously. I think it is a way for people to tell moms that they respect them for all that they do. As I say "thank you" to such an honourable compliment, I cannot help but feel this immense pressure to keep it up. What if I don't want to keep it up all. of. the. time?! Will my Super Mom title be pried away from my tired, cold, coffee-induced nerve-stricken hands?
Being Super Mom implies perfection. I am not perfect. Would you like a few examples?
1. I yell. Yep, I said it. After I've repeated nicely a few times, the word "shoes" has never sounded so aggressive.
2. I say no for what seems like every day, every hour, every minute.
3. I lie. I have not kept all of their crafts from way back when. Sometimes, not even from last night.
4. I give in. "Oh you want the IPad at 5 a.m? Hell no! Go back to sleep. Try again at 6 a.m., because that's a more reasonable time." Then, I sleep beautifully until 7 and I am less likely to repeat #1 as often.
5. On weekends, my children wear their pyjamas. Sometimes the same pyjamas all night and all day for 2 days. Whatever man, less laundry.
6. I gave my 8 year old son the job of unloading the dishwasher. I am teaching him to be a responsible human being. Truth is, I gave him a job I hate.
7. I am a mom of boys and my bathrooms smell like pee all of the time. I cannot keep up.
8. Sometimes, most of the time, my motto is "Zero fucks given!"
9. Speaking of which, I swear too much. I tell my kids that they are adult words. When they repeat words I do not say, I blame daycare, school or my sister (she knows who she is..."tah bah rrr nak")
10. I fed my babies formula. Cue in a tribe of sanctimommy witch hunters who want to burn me to the stake!
All I want to say is, thank you for the awesome compliment, but I will not live up to it. My shoulders are already heavy enough as it is. To all of you Non-Super Moms out there, warm up your cold hands with a coffee mug, sit in a comfy pile of unfolded laundry and breathe. La vie est belle quand elle est simple.
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