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.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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