Reasons why this video is my life:
First, I DID start a blog...and do a half ass job of posting a couple times a month, or week if I happen to find super powers somewhere. But I still love it!
One time, I too made the mistake of driving with children and balloons in my car. I told one of the kids to stop, for the love of PETE, banging a balloon on my head. After threatening to throw the balloon out the window 10 times I snapped. I threw the car into park at a stop sign, got out and stomped those balloons to their untimely death. The silence from the backseat after that was like heaven to my ears.
R2 is lucky to get to dance class dressed in a proper leotard. She's worn a leopard print skirt before and a gymnastics leotard, though, gosh darn it. Can I get an "amen" for whatever it takes to get them out the door?
I do want R2 to look up to me...as long as it's not for my sailor's mouth or my addiction to Diet Dr. Pepper and bad reality television.
My kids will never know the joy of having a hamster. I refuse. I can still smell the wood chips from the cage my gerbil who lived way longer than my mom thought he would. She bought him to make up for the fact that she had to give away our Yorky. And because the guy at Earl May said gerbils have a short life span. Four years, several pairs of socks and a dented, bald tail later, Chucky taught me a lot about pets. For one, I learned that you should check their cage doors before leaving for school so their tails aren't caught all day....I also learned that you should probably research life expediencies of rodents before making an uninformed commitment and locking yourself in for pet purgatory.
You see, the reason I love this commercial so much is because it shows the unglamorous side of motherhood and the silliest of the unrealistic expectations we set for ourselves.
Funny that my mother mishaps (losing a kid, for example) are so far from making me a perfect mom, but ironically, I always end up describing that my kids' smiles at the end of the day are...well, perfect.