I just got back from a business trip where I reveled in the fact that the only person I had to take care of was myself.
I sat on the train and didn’t worry for one bit about the comfort of the people sitting next to me.
I slept in a big comfy bed all by myself, and when I woke up, I didn’t have four hungry mouths to feed.
I didn’t miss my lovely, wonderful children for one minute. Not one.
It was glorious.
And I have the authors of Sh*tty Mom to thank for it.
Look, preparing to go out of town is a huge hassle when you have kids — and not bringing the kids with you makes everything twice as difficult. I know that it is precious time that I deserve and should enjoy, but I always found myself missing the little rugrats when I was away.
But this trip, this trip was different. I had a copy of Sh*tty Mom with me, and as I flipped through it I landed on chapter 16, “How to Leave Your Kids to Go on a Business Trip,” where I stumbled upon parenting gems like this one about what happens when you leave your family behind:
THEY ARE DISLOYAL TO A FAULT.
Within five minutes of your departure, Dad will give them ice cream and they’ll be like, “Mom who?”
Haaa — this is the truth. We all know it. Reading it in a hilarious book made me nod my head as I giggled like a fool on the train. I saw how silly I was being, how funny my anguish was because the kids? They would be fine, and more than that, they would be happy.
So why fight it?
I resolved not to and it has made a huge difference.
I don’t believe that you and I are Sh*tty Moms, not in the literal sense. But we do need to chill out a bit and enjoy the silly, imperfect side of motherhood. More than anything, we need to be honest about mothering. That illustration on the cover is perfection because we’ve all been there — getting a bit of work (or is it fun?) in while the kids are in the park is normal. I refuse to feel guilty for being human. And because I am allowing myself to be imperfect, I am happier.
And when Mama’s happy, everyone’s happy.
Sh*tty Moms rule!
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