This morning, I was watching the news and they were talking about alpha moms and beta moms. They don't really call them beta moms, though. No. They call them slacker moms. It makes me want to sock them in the mouth, or throw something at the TV. Where do they get this crap? They are now comparing moms and seeing who does it all compared to those who....don't. I guess they are saying that alpha moms are supermoms and beta moms are, well, total bums. It started making me wonder what kind of mom I am. I ended up just feeling like horse dung. There is tremendous pressure from everywhere to be the perfect mom. The whole world is watching us. Society, friends, even family can expect wonders from us. Not only do we have to keep the kids clothed properly and well-fed, we have to educate them, give them enough physical activity, some even judge you if you let them watch TV. Add to that, keeping the house absolutely spotless, the yard perfect, dinner on the table, and all the while having a child inside you sucking the very life out of you. If I wanted to be the perfect mom, I should have stopped at just one or maybe two. Sometimes, I don't get my kids to the barber on time and their hair is in their eyes. There is always clutter. Our front yard is littered with weeds. Sometimes dinner is not on time. I am always on the lookout for tips on how to be a better mom. I look for ways to better myself and my life. I wonder how this is affecting my children. I look at them and realize that even though things aren't perfect, that I'm not perfect, they know they are loved. They are clothed, well-fed (as much as possible considering they are picky eaters), educated, physically active, and....happy. I may not look like I used to. Most of the time, I don't do my hair and put on makeup, but that doesn't matter. I may not be an alpha mom, but I am a mom who loves and is loved.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the
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