What dreams are made of.
So I have been blown away by the support since launching this little endeavor of mine. The comments, shares, emails, messages, just wow! But with the good, comes the bad…and the ugly. And despite how hard I tried to explain my intentions, they were lost in translation. Someone recently called me a superficial mom (well technically a superficial mom-blog), but I’ll take it for what I want. I thought really long and hard about it, and I realized I am. I think you are. I think we are all a little superficial. Despite my take-it-as-you-see-it attitude, I guess it’s not enough.
“Anything superficial has to do with the surface of something. If you’re judging a book by its cover, you’re being superficial. People who worry too much about their clothes and hair may also be considered superficial.” -Vocabulary.com
So here’s the truth. I’m currently writing this while eating a 3-day old stale donut left from W’s birthday party. We hosted just immediate family because honestly, our home isn’t large enough for the “friends” he’s acquired over his short life. I chose to host a brunch and still made it as “super” as possible. W didn’t know the difference. He ate way too much sugar, ran around like a zoo animal, and had the best day a three year old could ask for (well until he started projectile vomiting in the middle of my living room…but I’ll spare you the details, he most likely knew I was running out of blog material).
So here’s a little I-spy as amends to anyone who thought I was being superficial in past posts.
-Champagne bucket that will probably sit there for another week. First time we used it (a wedding gift-5 years ago) and don’t ask why we had Champagne at a 3 year old’s breakfast brunch.
-The box of donuts with two left, hard as rocks, but ripped apart, because I wanted to see what kind of cream they were filled with. I could throw it away, but what would I eat for lunch?
-An empty paper towel roll, because changing it would probably be the hardest job in the world. Right after changing the toilet-paper roll.
-An apple cutter, because we had to put something healthy in W’s school lunch today, despite the fact we didn’t go food shopping.
-A chevron solo cup…I guess I am a little superficial.
-Formula. I am exclusively breastfeeding 98% of the time. But I don’t care if we have to supplement. Sometimes I’m dehydrated, sometimes Nash is extra hungry, sometimes I want two glasses of wine, and some days I can’t pump.
-Day old bowl of soup. We all have the flu. Nash has a double ear infection. Karma is real, my friends.
And this one…
-Yes, my christmas tree is still up. No explanation needed on that one.
-Boppy, haven’t used that in months….well except to prop up the baby with a bottle when I need to check my email. Or Facebook.
-Clean but ready to go mixing bowl, doubled as a puke bucket. And of course one of my nice hand towels for the clean up. Why, not?
-My sofa is destroyed, we need a new one but just can’t bring ourselves to it. Besides, then we would actually have to sit at the table to eat…together.
-Ninja Turtle blanket. Smells terrible. But I can never time the washing right and can’t deal with tears. (I should probably wash it right now)
-A play chair thrown on the floor, because everyone’s three year old doubles as the Hulk when it comes time to get dressed for school, right?
-Breastpump. Can I just be done yet?
And yeah, my hair would probably stay in that bun because I haven’t washed it in over a week. My kid is crusted in snot because he’s sick and so am I and there are not enough tissues in the world. I’ve been wearing that nursing tank since Sunday. I like nice things for sure. I am in to the way I dress and dress my kids (I own a children’s store for goodness sake!). And I would love for you to think of me as a well-educated, hard-working, loving mom who maybe appears half put together most of the time. Because why would I want anyone to think of me as anything less? I started exposing our terrible “is this real life?” moments because it was funny. When you laughed with me, I felt less alone. Because sometimes life really sucks. It has to, to make the good moments that much better….which is probably why we look forward to bedtime every night, but miss our kids while they are sleeping.
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