Ever wish you hadn't said something the moment it pops out of your mouth? Yep, sure. My husband casually mentioned how another mom I know is being honored in town for her volunteer fund-raising efforts (which are truly admirable). Instead of saying, "Oh, that's great!" I responded with, "Well hon, too bad you married a slacker." Why did I say that? I'm not a slacker. I run my harried self back and forth from school, volunteering way too much--at the school more than home some days. I run so much, my house is a mess and I haven't bought myself new bras in ages (one of those items on the to-do list that never gets done). Still, with the slacker statement, I not only put myself down, but feel I disrespected the accomplishments of this volunteer non-slacker mom. What's going on inside? Jealous? Perhaps, but not of all the work. Maybe because harried moms throughout the world doing regular mom stuff are just that. Regular. I'm not super-mom. Never will be. Not super at anything but loving these kids. The honor of that is all mine.
Nothing like watching a film with loads of kids in the audience, which means chatter throughout (mine were quiet). I tuned the others out and enjoyed the flick, predictable though it was. Still brought a few real laughs. Also the protesters outside the cineplex with signs praising God and denouncing the DaVinci Code. Uh...wasn't that book fiction. Gotta give Mr. Brown credit for rousing folks to talk, argue, and scream about a story.
Weekend! Been busy, harried. That's why I completely forgot about this blog, along with the milk I forgot to buy and the birthday party I forgot to take my daughter to last week. Mommy brain 100%.