So it’s been awhile. Sue me!

Actually, please don’t. I’m confident that my retainer was spent about three months ago and I’m working up one helluva tab. If only I was getting vodka in return! Instead, hopefully, I’ll be getting some finality and the ability to step out of the rabbit hole.

But that is neither here nor there.

I had an epiphany. Being a mother really IS the hardest job in the world. On one hand you’re managing daily needs: food, clean clothes {or at least clothes that don’t smell too badly}, soccer practice, gymnastics, cheerleading, school supplies, hair, iPods, earrings, toe nail polish… Oh, and when I turn 7 I can have an iPhone like you right? I want to play Angry Birds on the bus.
Then you have to manage feelings and acceptable behavioral protocols: so-and-so was mean to me. She kicked me. He hit me. She punched me in the throat. He took my shoes. She looked at me funny.
All the while keeping calm and trying to appear that you’re A) in charge and B) you have ANY clue what the heck you’re talking about.
These tasks are all made infinitely harder when you’re attempting to be amazing at them all. Alone. But what other choice do you have? Let your children grow up to be “THOSE” kids in the grocery/restaurant/mall – NEVER! So you keep plugging away, sleep be damned, until the last dish is in the dishwasher, the last pair of Princess underpants are clean and the last adorable little freckled nose has been kissed and tucked into bed.

Thankfully I’m surrounded by an army of amazing friends. A few have children but most do not. {While my checkbook would like to not have to write that weekly check to daycare, my life would not be nearly as full.} My mom-friends know where I’m coming from and give me support, coupons, and helpful tips such as bathing two girls at once. What? You can do that? My non-mom gal pals keep me going by listening, encouraging, and reminding me that I’m, above all, a Domestic Diva. And taking me to swanky cool-kid places that only non-mom gal pals would know about.

My new positive outlook on life took a big hit last week and has been slowly sinking, but I’m bringing it back. I know who loves me. I know who will support me and keep me going in times of crisis. I know that while I may be alone to do the dishes and take out the trash, I’m not alone in life.

And that makes me very happy ❤