Being a mom is a job with such an extensive description which hangs gapingly open for interpretation. This makes the position most susceptible to judgment and ridicule. We so often get wrapped up in what the internet and naysayers tell us we are doing too much of, not enough of, or just flat out wrong. It is easy to forget the people that we actually are and that there are many like us out there.
In the game of Life, the Mother is one of many pieces we play across our boards. She is responsible for overseeing other pieces’ actions, able to mimic certain behaviors of all other pieces when needed (excluding The Self), and able to move in multiple directions all over the board. Along with The Mother, we have many other pieces in play, including The Friend, The Wife, The Socialite and, the lowest ranked piece that gets the least amount of play, The Self.
When I added The Mother to my game, my Self was pushed aside, able to take a turn only every once in a while. Starting this blog is my way of dusting The Self off and getting it back in the game. I love to write and I find so much humor in my children, family, and daily situations. This is my way to team The Mother and The Self together to create a well-balanced outlet for the crazy that builds up day by day.
It always comforts me to meet a mom who can laugh at her perfectly imperfect life and this blog’s purpose is to share that comfort with you. When you find yourself in desperate need of a break from your mom life, this is a safe place. When you feel like you’re taking crazy pills, White Wine Zombie Mom will remind you that you’re not (and there are way more fun pills to take!). When Mom Guilt rears its ugly head, making you feel like you’re the worst mom ever and you have no friggin’ idea what you’re doing, I will tell you real life accounts of my daily screw ups that will make you feel better by comparison! Just like that filthy guilty pleasure reality TV show that we all watch.
Think of this blog as your few minutes of therapy, like your time to sit with a friend and a glass, er, bottle…s… of wine and remember to laugh at the circus that is your life. I got your back! You don’t even have to remember my birthday or tell me I don’t look fat!