I'm Not a Perfect Mom
I am not the perfect mom. The perfect mom wouldn't be typing while bathing her kids. She would save all of her work for when her kids are fast asleep in their beds. They would never creep downstairs a dozen times, thus delaying bedtime to an unreasonable hour. She would be drinking an organic, locally sourced herbal tea instead of Grey Goose and La Croix out of a silly straw because her kids used the regular straws for an art project.
|The time I gave her a box of Band Aids to play with because I had a conference call.|
|The time I forgot to pack ANY warm clothes on a trip to Michigan for my kids.|
|The time I took a shower. Yes, a 5 minute shower.|
|The time I said screw dinner and grabbed McDonalds to eat at the microbrewery.|
|I told them to get dressed up for brunch, and this is what they interpreted that phrase as.|
|Ice cream for lunch. Yep.|
|Saturday brunch at possibly the unhealthiest restaurant on the North Shore.|
My message here is that life isn't a color-coordinated Instagram gallery. It isn't a picturesque Facebook stream, or a series of quirky yet pithy tweets. I kinda suck in some of the mom categories, but you wouldn't know that from my social media posts. Once in a while I will peel back the curtain, but a part of it is a reality check for myself.
|Sucker as a bribe to make it through a flight.|