So incredibly often my friends call me "Supermom" or that I should receive a "Mother of the Year" award. This is a load of crap!
I am not a supermom nor do I deserve an award. I take Zoloft to manage my tendencies to snap and become a crazy woman. But I still yell at my kids on a regular basis, and yes sometimes I even swear in their general direction, because come on, with four kids there is no way I can pull off the Mrs. Cleaver act 24/7. I might be tempted to use a cleaver in my mothering act... but again the Zoloft, which acts like a mini blue psychotherapist, keeps me thinking straight without the need of being put into a straight jacket.
Motherhood is hard. It is by far the hardest job on this planet and I will challenge that to the death. Why? Well if you are a mother, you already know why. If you're not then just imagine a job where you have to be constantly organized, three steps ahead of everything else going on, extremely efficient, fun and do it all with a smile on your face. If you do any of those things less than 100% all of the time then you will be fired. Well not really fired but it will literally take you a week to catch up from not preforming at 100% for an hour. And if that isn't enough, you must do all of this with, no vacation time, sick time or fifteen and thirty minute breaks.
If you do take a vacation then your cabinets are all rearranged when you come back, or you take the kids with you. That's not a vacation when Motherhood is your only job. If you take sick time, your husband generally lets the kids function in a non-organized manner and is not three steps ahead, in just one day, you become 21 days behind. If you take a fifteen, or God forbid thirty minute break, you can certainly rest assure that you will be behind for one or two days. Of course someone with adult children or no children will gladly tell you that you must take time for yourself. Seriously who are they kidding? In order to take anytime for myself I would have to stay up until the sun is about to get up, sleep for two hours and then start all over again. So we come full circle of preforming at 100% except this time, exhausted.
If you see a mother yelling at her child, full of profanities or not, smoking or drinking, just remember she is doing what she has to, to not kill her child(ren) and to not loose her sanity. Social protocol be damned! Motherhood isn't always full of fun and cuddles, but in the end if you don't end up in jail because you snapped and shot a police officer in the eye with your breast milk, then you're doing good and your children will only remember the good and fun times, mostly. And this should be enough.
So maybe I am "Supermom" or even do deserve an award. But I think every mother deserves this title or award. I know some of you may think well there are some mothers that are just horrible and don't care about their kids. Yes this is true, but then are they actual mothers? Alas, that is a subject for another time. Well since I've taken the time out to write this blog while I'm already behind, I've probably just lost another week. Off to pump some breast milk and make dinner.
With Love, Peace & Respect. Be Blessed,
Mumsie
