You know THAT mom, right? The mom who just doesn’t seem to have her sh*t together and isn’t even hiding it. The mom who is visibly and physically struggling with multiple children and not winning. The mom who may or may not have showered in a few days and doesn’t even care. The mom whose kids are better dressed and put together than she is. The mom who has zero control.
THAT mom is fighting a losing battle despite her best efforts. She is trying so hard to stay calm, stay patient and maintain her composure. She is using her ‘nice’ voice but it’s obvious her kids are not buying it. THAT mom is running in different directions, wrangling one, only to have another slip away in a different direction. She is picking battles, bribing and changing the rules as she goes. Because, at this point, she’ll try anything.
THAT mom is eating her breakfast in the car because who has time to eat in the morning? THAT mom is planning on mac and cheese for dinner even though her kids had it 2 nights ago. Her other fav dinner option? Breakfast. She is either always late or 15 minutes early, there is no in-between. Her car? Judging from the front seat you would think it was brand new, but peak in the back. You would think it was where cake-pop sticks, Halloween candy wrappers, dirty sippy-cups and sports equipment came to die. THAT mom has done 3 loads of laundry today and could probably do 3 more but the energy to do so, or even to put those clean clothes away, has escaped her.
THAT mom makes her bed at 4PM and drinks extra bold coffee. She goes to Target to pick up a few essentials but manages to leave without the essentials that sent her there in the first place. THAT mom would love to be friends with all of the other preschool moms but her 2-year-old will just not allow it. THAT mom sometimes takes the long way home, to give herself a few extra minutes of the kids being strapped in their car seats. THAT mom always has chipped nail polish and spends her ‘me’ time running errands for her family.
But then, THAT mom gets a drawing from her toddler, or a hug, or an ‘I love you’ and, just like that, none of the THAT mom BS matters.
Today, it was me. I was THAT mom. One could argue that I’m THAT mom on most days. As I was going through the motions and living it, it didn’t feel great. It felt overwhelming and defeating but the fact is, we’re all THAT mom sometimes. Maybe THAT mom, is the new cool mom? I’m pretty confident that I looked super cool struggling to drag and carry 36lbs of toddler dead weight down the sidewalk today…so if I’m any indication, then yep, THAT mom is the new cool mom.
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