I actually don’t drink coffee. Weird, right? Who doesn’t drink coffee? I’m not even a huge fan of hot chocolate either. I used to not like hot chocolate but my dad always bought me some during football games and I never had the heart to tell him I didn’t like it so I just pretended to like it. I pretended for so long that now I actually like it. One time, in science class, I drank hot chocolate out of a coffee mug and I swear to you, it helped me ace my test. Not kidding. It makes you smarter, the coffee mug. It does, really.
I don’t know why I just told you that.
Anyways, Lucas has a cold or is teething or both. And me? I have a cold too.
I’m warning you know, this post may have a lot of capital letters. Please don’t think I’m yelling at you.
I think moms are rockstars. We’re super heros. No one ever tells me that, so I’m telling it to you. WE ARE ROCKSTARS. I AM A ROCKSTAR. You know what I want to do today? I want to lay in bed and watch Gilmore Girls and re-runs of Friends. I want to sleep in till 10. I want to sleep 8 hours in a row. We’re all awesome rockstars. I have on a metallic purple vest. What about you?
Please don’t complain to me that you’re holding your child in one arm and you need to also figure out how to unlock the door while also holding apples in a grocery bag by your foot… or whatever. Figure it out. What do you think I do all day? I’m just amazed at people sometimes…. they just don’t get it do they? I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself MY MAGIC FAIRIES ONLY COME ONCE A WEEK. The other days it’s just me and my two hands. And I only have one kid! What about all those moms that have two, three, four kids. How do you think they do it? They just do. They figure it out. Because they are a super hero. How come mom super hero’s don’t get fancy outfits?
Where are my chocolate covered strawberries?
Do some people think that being a stay-at-home-mom is easy? That our kids watch Barney all day while we sit on the couch and crochet blankets for our grandmothers? IT’S THE HARDEST JOB IN THE WORLD. The best job, yes, but still. I do not know how to crochet. I don’t want to learn.
Don’t feel sorry for us. Don’t act like our job is too hard for us that we want to take it back or something, because we don’t. Just PLEASE. We choose this job. We love our job. It is the best job. But I’m sorry, I have a hard time feeling sorry or sympathetic for you when you complain of a headache because you only got 7 hours of sleep last night. Or whatever. Don’t act like its some awesome thing that I wash diapers in the washing machine. It’s not that big of a deal. Neither is that poop on your hand. Just throw it in the sink. You’ll survive.
Wow, I’m really on a rant aren’t I? I have no idea where this is coming from, sorry. I just realized that no one ever says HEY MAMA. YOU ARE THE BEST. YOU ARE A FREAKIN ROCK STAR! THANKS FOR GIVING ME YOUR BOOB 3X/NIGHT. THANKS FOR MAKING MY FOOD FRESH. THANKS FOR PLAYING WITH ME WHEN YOUR SICK. I don’t expect them to. I don’t expect a thanks. I don’t even necessarily want a “thank you.” I just want somebody to understand. Someone who gets what I’m saying, you know?
Oh I have no idea. I promise I’m not a mean person.
Do something today that makes you feel like a rockstar. A bad ass rockstar.
There, I said it.
I should probably go back and edit this post…. but I won’t.
STORY OF MY LIFE.