do-gooder fatigue

My rants seem to be popular with other moms. So here is my latest. Do-gooder fatigue. Now, don't get me wrong. I want to be a decent person, I believe in God, I follow Jesus, I want to be a good example for the Plum, but honestly, who can live up to the unrealistic expectations that society is setting for mothers.

I mean the food (must be organic and no high fructose corn syrup), the exercise (fight childhood obesity!), the play dates (you want him to social, don't you?), the scrap booking (you want to remember every excruciating moment of junior's life, don't you?), making these babies siblings within two years (with cute shirts that announce it, no less), the educational toys and video (hell, if he isn't signing by a year, he is behind his peers), build their moral character at every opportunity (you don't want to raise a deviant, do you?), the nursery (it needs to be architectural digest quality).

I mean I don't remember my parents ever discussing my self esteem or my moral character or the fact that I was a fatty. The only thing that is grating on my nerves more than this over programmed, perfect embodiment of moral perfection is this crazy A lady and her self righteous rant.

On days like today, when I am sick and the Plum is teething and irritable and Morning Guy is doing what he can to hold his own, I'm just glad that none of us had a psychotic melt down, we are fed and bathed. We are going to say our prayers, take our drugs, get some sleep, and hope for a better day.

In closing, tiger lady, I don't think that you are so superior and you can kiss-it as far as this lazy, southern-fried mom is concerned.

Here is a pic of my ill-groomed baby who is drinking juice that is filled with sugar and licking pop tart off his lips. The breakfast of champions.



Love, the Cuddler