Mommy Dearest?
I am in no way shape or form a weathered actress. I’m not even a slightly worn actress. It’s true I had my brief stint (if you can call it that) on stage as a youth. How I miss those days…. I guess I can be dramatic at times, and I suppose signing off homework while pretending I’m signing an autograph may seem a bit abnormal. (at least it is to the teacher who sent home a note stating that while she appreciates my wishes for “the best of luck in life”, a simple initial would suffice.) Some people are so touchy.
SO as I was saying, I am not an actress, yet I find myself “acting” like one at times. Not in the sense that you might think either, I don’t have meals brought in (unless you count the relief society sisters when a child has been born) I don’t demand a certain brand of water at a certain temperature before I can drink it, (well, I do admit, that I don’t drink tap water, but it’s mesa, who does? And I might have suggested that we not plug in the water cooler, because it hurts my teeth, but that’s not asking too much right?) This is not sounding well, what I mean is I am a nice person and it seems like at times my family brings out the absolute worst of me. Only it’s not really me. Make sense?
Sometimes, I really feel that I am morphing into “mommy dearest”. And you know, I don’t like wire hangers, I think they are ugly, the thin wire puts an unattractive line in some of my clothing, and you could never even have all wire hangers that match anyway because they are not sturdy enough for the heavy winter coat that I wear once a year when I go out of town. Now, just because I want to rid my closet of these undesirable hangers, doesn’t mean I am going to take my frustrations out on my kids and clock them in the head with the hangers and then drag them to the bathroom where they will spend all night scrubbing the floors with comet. But dang it, I do get upset with my kids. And I feel like Miss Hannigan. In fact, I probably am a closer match to her then “mommy dearest”. Mommy Dearest was always put together in the public eye and made everyone think she was the perfect mom. Miss Hannigan was a complete horse of a different color, and I feel that if I did my genealogy, I could probably trace my roots back to her. I too feel like I’m surrounded by “little girls” and all of their “stuff”. Though I am not a drunk, my gracefulness, or lack of it would make a stranger question my sobriety at times. I fall and trip more then a women of my age (or any other age for that matter) should. I don’t always get a shower everyday, there I said it, now you can too. I go out in public with no makeup or yesterday’s makeup on. And I don’t care. Some day’s I’m in my workout clothes all day long!- And I don’t even work out! But if someone I know see’s me, they automatically assume “she must work out” not because of my body, but because I dress the part. Also, I don’t always like my job. Sometimes I get jealous of the “working outside the home women”. They have “real places” to go, “real people” to see, and “really important” things to do.
I on the other hand, have to find places “to go” so my kids don’t wee-wee in an inappropriate spot, or me for that matter. What the heck are “real people?” I’m only familiar with, “The Wiggles”, “The Doodlebops”, and the gang from “Sesame Street”, and I know for a fact that they are not real, (Santa and the Tooth Fairy are a rare exception, everyone knows they’re real.) And my “really important things to do” consists of : showering-which I can’t even manage to do consistently, making sure my kids stay alive and somewhat happy, laundry, dishes, homework- if you thought homework for you ended when you finished your last class, think again!, Shopping for dinner, actually making the dinner (microwaving counts too), cleaning again, baths, etc. and over and over and over again. These are important things, but because they do not have to be so structured, and the intensity level is based upon whether or not you are late picking up or dropping off a child, they are sometimes looked at as an “easier” type of job.
Bologna….., bologna, turkey, ham, whatever you want to call it, it’s just not true. Our job is hard, and intense, I’m certain I could do it better, and that is the daily goal, to be better then I was the day before. It just doesn’t always happen, because life happens, and other priorities like trying so hard to keep a tidy house that I yell and don’t play with my kids ever. Happens quite a lot actually.
I find too when I don’t take “me time” (I know, I didn’t know what that was either I had to Google it) I’m even grumpier, more bitter, perhaps a little bi-polar, who knows, the point is, we don’t have to be “Mommy dearest” we can be “Mother Theresa”- ok, that’s going a bit far, just choose a mother of your liking (and if it’s “mother Theresa”, more power to you) June Cleaver, (with a name like “cleaver” she just may be violent so be careful with this one) Donna Reed, (who sadly was an alcoholic in real life) Samantha Stevens from bewitched (who played Lizzie Borden who, killed her parents with an ax- I’d be leery of this one too) I swear I didn’t plan this. Just pick a mother worth admiring, like your own, everyone has something we could use, or learn and remember this is your first time being here on this earth and your learning and growing, and remember that goes for your little ones too.
Love Randi
I am in no way shape or form a weathered actress. I’m not even a slightly worn actress. It’s true I had my brief stint (if you can call it that) on stage as a youth. How I miss those days…. I guess I can be dramatic at times, and I suppose signing off homework while pretending I’m signing an autograph may seem a bit abnormal. (at least it is to the teacher who sent home a note stating that while she appreciates my wishes for “the best of luck in life”, a simple initial would suffice.) Some people are so touchy.
SO as I was saying, I am not an actress, yet I find myself “acting” like one at times. Not in the sense that you might think either, I don’t have meals brought in (unless you count the relief society sisters when a child has been born) I don’t demand a certain brand of water at a certain temperature before I can drink it, (well, I do admit, that I don’t drink tap water, but it’s mesa, who does? And I might have suggested that we not plug in the water cooler, because it hurts my teeth, but that’s not asking too much right?) This is not sounding well, what I mean is I am a nice person and it seems like at times my family brings out the absolute worst of me. Only it’s not really me. Make sense?
Sometimes, I really feel that I am morphing into “mommy dearest”. And you know, I don’t like wire hangers, I think they are ugly, the thin wire puts an unattractive line in some of my clothing, and you could never even have all wire hangers that match anyway because they are not sturdy enough for the heavy winter coat that I wear once a year when I go out of town. Now, just because I want to rid my closet of these undesirable hangers, doesn’t mean I am going to take my frustrations out on my kids and clock them in the head with the hangers and then drag them to the bathroom where they will spend all night scrubbing the floors with comet. But dang it, I do get upset with my kids. And I feel like Miss Hannigan. In fact, I probably am a closer match to her then “mommy dearest”. Mommy Dearest was always put together in the public eye and made everyone think she was the perfect mom. Miss Hannigan was a complete horse of a different color, and I feel that if I did my genealogy, I could probably trace my roots back to her. I too feel like I’m surrounded by “little girls” and all of their “stuff”. Though I am not a drunk, my gracefulness, or lack of it would make a stranger question my sobriety at times. I fall and trip more then a women of my age (or any other age for that matter) should. I don’t always get a shower everyday, there I said it, now you can too. I go out in public with no makeup or yesterday’s makeup on. And I don’t care. Some day’s I’m in my workout clothes all day long!- And I don’t even work out! But if someone I know see’s me, they automatically assume “she must work out” not because of my body, but because I dress the part. Also, I don’t always like my job. Sometimes I get jealous of the “working outside the home women”. They have “real places” to go, “real people” to see, and “really important” things to do.
I on the other hand, have to find places “to go” so my kids don’t wee-wee in an inappropriate spot, or me for that matter. What the heck are “real people?” I’m only familiar with, “The Wiggles”, “The Doodlebops”, and the gang from “Sesame Street”, and I know for a fact that they are not real, (Santa and the Tooth Fairy are a rare exception, everyone knows they’re real.) And my “really important things to do” consists of : showering-which I can’t even manage to do consistently, making sure my kids stay alive and somewhat happy, laundry, dishes, homework- if you thought homework for you ended when you finished your last class, think again!, Shopping for dinner, actually making the dinner (microwaving counts too), cleaning again, baths, etc. and over and over and over again. These are important things, but because they do not have to be so structured, and the intensity level is based upon whether or not you are late picking up or dropping off a child, they are sometimes looked at as an “easier” type of job.
Bologna….., bologna, turkey, ham, whatever you want to call it, it’s just not true. Our job is hard, and intense, I’m certain I could do it better, and that is the daily goal, to be better then I was the day before. It just doesn’t always happen, because life happens, and other priorities like trying so hard to keep a tidy house that I yell and don’t play with my kids ever. Happens quite a lot actually.
I find too when I don’t take “me time” (I know, I didn’t know what that was either I had to Google it) I’m even grumpier, more bitter, perhaps a little bi-polar, who knows, the point is, we don’t have to be “Mommy dearest” we can be “Mother Theresa”- ok, that’s going a bit far, just choose a mother of your liking (and if it’s “mother Theresa”, more power to you) June Cleaver, (with a name like “cleaver” she just may be violent so be careful with this one) Donna Reed, (who sadly was an alcoholic in real life) Samantha Stevens from bewitched (who played Lizzie Borden who, killed her parents with an ax- I’d be leery of this one too) I swear I didn’t plan this. Just pick a mother worth admiring, like your own, everyone has something we could use, or learn and remember this is your first time being here on this earth and your learning and growing, and remember that goes for your little ones too.
Love Randi
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