Is it realistic to think that you can wake up in the morning, do your hair, put a full face of makeup on, and wear dress clothers-all while you raise young children-who obey, make 3 HOT meals, have a SPOTLESS house and have a homemade chocalote cake, freshly frosted when your husband gets home?
I know that there are moms out there like this. I have seen it with my own two eyes. It is these very moms that make moms like me feel like......well, Roseanne.
I have said it before in this blog, that motherhood for me is strictly survival. I get up in the morning, put pants on-sometimes inside out, get COLD cereal on the table and start packing Cassitys lunch-
I open her backpack and look through her papers only to realise that she had homework-so I throw it on the table and have her working while she eats....
I get Cass dressed and in the car, while Jared is still in his PJs and I may or may not have shoes on to get her to school RIGHT ON TIME.
The rest of the day involves me pleading for Jared to do this or do that-or dont do this or dont do that-and remembering that I had forgotten to put the milk away from breakfast and the washer sat all night with clothes still in it.
I get Jared dressed and make him lunch and drag him out the door to pick Cass up-noticing, a. i am still in my pj's, b. i havent brushed my hair or c. jared has katchup all over his face from lunch.
We get home, and kick our way in the door, dodging shoes, and toys all over the floor, only to get Jared down for a nap-Cass a snack and a minute to lay down on the couch, while the child INSIDE of my sucks every ounce of energy I DONT ALREADY HAVE that I need to take a nap.
(This is probably the time where Donna Reed would be mixing her cake and peeling the potatoes for dinner and just about to run the vaccum.)
4 o'clock hits and I am done for the day-but Adam wont be home for 2 more hours....the kids have already been in fights, poured apple sauce on the floor and shredded toiletpaper all across the house....
Whats for dinner you might ask? Nothing but CEREAL BAR-I lay out the vareity of boxes of cereal we have and let the kids pick out what they want and call it DINNER!
Just in time for Jared to go potty and wipe his bottom with his hand-insert an impromptu bath while i lysol the bathroom and clean the toilet seat.
(I guess about this time is where "THE BEAV" is reading in comics quietly on the living room rug and "Ward" is having his pipe and reading his paper)
Bedtime comes-the kids are in PJs-and quiet fills the house. I go to bed.
AND IT ALL STARTS AGAIN.
I am 100% sure that there is no right or wrong way to be a mom-and to be a wife....I know that I am MOST HARD on myself.....but I just dont know where Dear ol DOnna Reed EVER got her energy..or the other moms that I am thinking of who do this same thing every day....
In the meantime...I will be Roseanne and you can be Donna.....
our kids will still all most likely graduate from High School.
