Don't you just love those lazy days of summer? I sat chatting with my daughter about motherhood and how difficult it is. We are so hard on ourselves and always think that everyone else is a much better mother than we are. Don't all mothers sit and play board games with their children, bake cookies in the morning, do a little craft together, eat a healthy lunch, and then gather together on 'mommy's' bed to read a story before quietly, peacefully going down for an afternoon nap. Yeah right! Maybe on a T.V. show or in the movies. This is real life ladies and it goes more like this--I don't want that cereal for breakfast, he took my spoon, I didn't spill the juice, he did, I hate you, I want daddy, no, no, no.......Let's be honest--if you could drink in the morning, you would and everyone could nap at 11:00. And let me tell you, nothing has changed since I was raising my children 35/40 years ago. However, when I was young there was a stupid book going around called
The Joy of Sex which showed you different scenarios of how to liven up your sex life so that your husband was happy. My favorite was," greet your husband at the front door, naked, wrapped in cellophane, with a martini " and soothe him after a hard days work---HIS!!! Oh please---and do you wrap your three children in cellophane as well? I always wondered where the kids were stashed while you were wrapping yourself or were they helping? Honestly, I think some man must have written that book. My girlfriends and I used to sit around with a glass of wine, around 4 mind you not 11:00 and read it and laugh. I wonder if any women really did that. Maybe the ones who were putting everything in Tupperware and burping the seal. I think those women gave birth to the same mothers that my daughters think are the 'perfect mothers' baking cookies, and making their own granola and healthy snacks. Where are those Twinkies? Fairy tale, girls. Love your kids, yell a little, pray that it is almost bedtime, and remember that your kids will remember that you spent time with them and worried about them and loved them ---even when they drove you to drink. Then, someday, you'll be fortunate enough to start all over again with your grandchildren. Pass the wine.
