You have no idea how badly I want to open up this blog post with a line about getting money for the rent. And, no, I couldn't come up with anything more clever than that. What can I say? It was a really long day.
There are a lot of things that making my job as Mom harder. But I don't feel like taking an entire blog post to bitch about how hard things are. It's November. Thanksgiving month. I should be thinking about the things I'm grateful for. There are a lot of things I'm grateful for. And let's not pretend that there aren't 1000 other mom blogs out there sharing the woes of motherhood and doing it a hell of a lot better than I am.
But can I share something that's bugging me? After all, it's just us here, right? I'm sick of people telling me I'm a Super Mom. If I deny it (as I should), I sound like I can't take a compliment. But, to be honest, it's a bold-faced lie. Super Moms don't get overwhelmed by homeschooling and give it up. Super Moms bake cookies, always have the laundry done, have a clean house/kids/cats/whatever, don't lose their temper with their kids, have positive attitudes, and feed their babies only the best. Last week when I was sick, I served my kids poptarts for breakfast. They ate them. I called it good.
There's nothing "super" about me. But then, I think the real truth is that there is no Super Mom. There's only us real moms. And we're way better anyway.