Thursday, February 16, 2012

Calling all Stepford wives

It seems each time I log on to Facebook or sometimes just browsing through various blogs that I come across them. You know who I'm talking about. They are perpetually happy with their perfectly done hair and makeup. In designer duds. At 6 a.m.

Please tell me your secret! How do you have kids and have the time, the energy, the money to look perfect all hours of the day?! Do you have secret clones of yourself and you are selfishly hiding them from us "good enough moms"? How else can you be up, dressed and serving a homemade full breakfast before you home school while making organic, gluten free, wheat free banana bread? How do you keep spotless kids, pets, homes, cars while cloth diapering and volunteering for all church and school activities?

I promise, your secret is safe with me. Wink, wink. Do you also whip up a big batch of meth and not sleep...ever? You probably don't even need something as frivolous as sleep, do you? I admire and loathe you in the same breath.

My kids are sticky and snotty most days. I don't adore cooking a four course meal from scratch every night. I love my crock pot. I don't own an apron or a sifter. Some days I'm lucky to get a chance to shower. I might get to microwave some left over spaghetti up while holding a poopy, screaming infant. I drink way too much Diet Coke and my favorite nights include take out food and a bottle of wine on the couch.

It must be exhausting to keep up appearances all the time. You make me tired just reading about your life. Kuddos to you though.

For myself, I will take being imperfectly me. I will keep a home that feels like a home (not a pristine museum), I will have sticky, snotty kiddos but they will be loved and sticky and snotty. I think it is not having perfection but balancing. I don't want to be a martyr mom. Gasp!!

God made us all unique. While you may be artistic and imaginative, your neighbor may be Betty Crocker come to life. But none of us are perfect in all ways, all the time. Except maybe the Stepford wives.


2 comments:

  1. You know, I wonder about those moms too. They have to be coked-up or something, don't you think? My house is always a mess, my kids don't get bathed every single day because I'm too lazy and I'm barely scraping by in the looks department myself these days.

    My best friends are my crockpot and my bread machine.

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    1. Helene,
      Ha, I know! I've never used a bread machine....maybe I should try!

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