I'm in the mood for a fight. For those of you that know me well, you know that one of my biggest beefs since the onset of motherhood is how so many of us (mamas) are expected to be perfect. I've been known to admit to perfect strangers that my son hasn't had a bath in over a week, simply because I didn't feel like giving him one.I've also been known to bribe my eldest boy with chocolate at the grocery store at 9 AM.
I've also been known to complain to the pharmacist (loudly)that Benadryl won't make my sons tired.
Is that too much information? Lately I've been getting some raised brows and very polite smiles. I guess there's danger in offering too much info, or wallowing too deeply in a pool of imperfection. We moved to the Midwest after almost 11 years in New Jersey, and it's been hard. Really, really hard. While having family around is wonderful, being without our friends and the culture out east is difficult. (Though I don't miss the traffic and being told to F off all the time.) At any rate, making friends has been less than easy (when is it ever?), and I'm thinking maybe I need to tone down my laid-back approach and not shock everyone. My son needs some friends.
But here is where the fight comes in: Finding mommy friends can be a lot like dating. We act our best the first few play dates, and then the skeletons come out. The true test of 'momship' (moms + friendship) is who decides to stay, and who decides to go. I want more to stay. I'm really starting to feel like the last girl without a date to the prom. I don't want to be married and still be dating.