One of my favorite bloggers, Jenny aka “The Bloggess” (don’t even bother clicking on the link unless you have a sense of humor) was recently ranked among Babble’s Top 50 Mom Blogger list this year. Babble was a site I’d never heard of until last week, so I had to go check it out. I spent the rest of the weekend reading all kinds of mommy blogs. What did I find? I found all these women who apparently have lives… or rather their kids have lives and they just blog about them. I also found, that in comparison, I must be the worst mom in the world.
I’m beginning to wonder if I should just start making stuff up. Don’t worry, I won’t. But after visiting some of these blogs, I wonder if it would make a difference in my blog stats. I have never been part of that whole “mommy” crowd. Maybe it’s because my parents were divorced when I was eight and my dad ended up having to raise four girls on his own. Maybe it’s because I really didn’t have that motherly figure in my life to “show me the way”.
Lord knows I tried to emulate what I thought to be a good mom on TV, after I started having kids of my own, but lets be truthful here, I didn’t do a very good job at it.
Puh-leeez. There’s no room in our house for an actual sewing machine. We’ve got too many electronic stuff to make room for. If I’m faced with the task of having to hem something up, I cheat half the time, by using that double sided bondable tape stuff then tack it just enough places or take it to the tailor shop. Yeah, I know how to sew, but who wants to take the time to do it? Not me. If I could get away with simply duct taping it, I would. Now that I think about it, is there such a thing as double-sided duct tape? [Googling…] Yes! There is double-sided duct tape! What will those duct tape guys think of next?
Who’s Rachael Ray?
I love cooking (and I’m good at it too)… when I’ve got the money for all the ingredients, and a big enough kitchen (you can only fit one person at a time in our small kitchen). Often times, cooking around here translates to “how long do I have to put it in the microwave?” or “Let’s just pick something up”. Even in our tiny kitchen, I would attempt to cook these grand meals… if everyone would agree that fish is a meat and vegetables should be included in every meal. Unfortunately, they don’t. Yeah, I gave up my dream of being on becoming the next Rachael Ray long ago. But I know “I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody.” or at least I could’ve had a better sounding voice on television.
Pffft. When I was a single mom, I couldn’t afford the uniforms for my oldest two kids, not to mention the extra money for gas to go back and forth to games. I put my oldest daughter in tap/ballet classes once – that lasted about two months because
I got a shut-off notice from the electric company it was so expensive.
Now that I can afford all those things, my youngest hates sports after having his hand stepped on during a football practice. There’s nothing like arguing with your kid in the parking lot, as you’re trying to
force help him into his jersey and helmet. He won. We left. And he never played football again. I’m crossing my fingers for baseball next year though.
This, I can proudly say is something I’ve gotten better at over the years. But then again, my youngest is a brainiac anyway, so really I guess I don’t get credit for that. Damn.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and still making more everyday. I’m getting better at this mommy thing, but I’m afraid that, by the time I know what I’m doing, all the kids will be out of the house. Crap. I’ve only got one kid left and only eight more years to get it right.