I am not Mrs Cleaver

I have to admit even though it wasn't my home life I always thought being a good mom meant that you were like Mrs. Cleaver or those other 1950's television housewives. You know the stereotype I mean. Where mom is at home all day, she cooks, she cleans, she looks effortlessly put together even when the kiddo gets caught sneaking in the middle of the night. She has her husband a cocktail and his slippers ready when he comes walking through the door. We never see her have a melt down or shot tequila out of the bottle because she is burn out and just can't handle it. No she is the picture of perfect wife and mother.

That standard of mothering perfection is something I am no longer going to hold myself up to. Will the house be kept clean, yes! However we live here. We are home a lot because it's also my office for 4 days of the week. That means there may be plates in the sink, the rug might need a vacuum, and sometimes the house might even look like I have gone with a shabby chic ozian winged monkey attack theme. It's ok that doesn't make me a bad mother that makes me a mother who needs to clean and who could maybe use some help.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks! They happen it's true. However they might not always be perfect multicourse meal. Some nights they could be salad, main, and desert offerings. Other nights it could be pizza out of a box or chicken out of a bucket. It's a good thing I am just snobby/lazy enough to get the organics to you produce box delivered so even if I am a horrible mother we can ward off scurvy with some fruit and vegetables. End of the day I have still gotten everyone fed. Why can't we just call that a win even if it wasn't a 100% organic free range dinner.

My life is not the life of a 1950's housewife so the standard can't be the same. I work outside of the home, I am a student, as well as wife and mother. If I could put the 80 some hours a week I spend on those pursuits into home making than maybe my husband would have me meeting him at the door with a perfectly shaken martini and his slippers. The truth is though the hubs is a perfectly capable human being who could shake his own damn martini if he wanted one. If anyone needs me I will be out lowering the bar for mothers everywhere.