The Judge

My 27 year old New Yorker Cousin who thinks I am a weirdo for having kids before the age of 40 sent me this link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/francesca-kaplan-grossman/judging-others_b_2481016.html and I TOTALLY relate. Why do all of us Mom's come down so hard on ourselves? Probably because there are so many Super Mom's in my life that make mine look like a train wreck to ME and to Strangers at the grocery store; ie Connor tonight who was walking backwards as I yanked him down the aisle, Connor freaking out that we were not buying everything he wanted, freaking out that I wouldn't let him ride in that "car" cart and running out in front of a car in the parking lot. Yep, that was me the parent of the unruley one. Did I mention that Connor pooped on the floor Sunday and then Boji ate it. Yea, that's my crazy life.

Here is some parts of the link that I felt I couldn't have said better about my life:

"I find myself a little bit jealous of other women a lot of the time. When they are a little more together, a little more successful -- in wrangling their children, in their wrap dress -- than I am.

That's not a good way to feel, and I know it gets me nowhere... the wonder-if-I'm-going-to-make-it-ness of motherhood hasn't gone away just because we've made it in to the workplace.

I want to do it all. I want to take my kids to the park with the appropriate snacks in little eco-friendly glass Tupperware. I want to do it in four-inch heels while my smartphone collects important, career-advancing emails in my inbox.
But one thing I know is that trying to do it all is a exercise in futility. My days look less like the above and more like me trying to tie my son's shoe at the park while the swing hits me in the back of the head. Like getting little disapproving looks from very organized mothers when I peel a half-eaten granola bar out of my bag unwrapped and hand it to my toddler. It looks like me checking my phone once I am at work every twenty minutes to be sure our nanny (daycare) isn't telling me my slightly flu-like daughter is now very flu-like and I need to turn around and come home to take her to the doctor. "

So Nat and all you other "non parents" your right I am the crazy weird one!