I'm different than a lot of Moms I know. We eat out a lot. I'm almost ALWAYS in heels. I don't generally sit at home baking cookies and working on PTA functions. I am off running and flipping tires...lifting weights...and doing other things that I enjoy and that I feel will make me an "improved version of myself".
I try hard to be a good, responsible Mom...I really do...and for the most part I succeed in the areas that really matter. I love my kids..and they know it. I tell them often and I am very affectionate towards them physically. I taught them their ABCs and 123s...read them bedtime stories...still tuck them each in every night. They always have food to eat...usually of the restaurant variety...but it's food nontheless...sorta...and they always have a clean house and clean clothes. I can go on and on about birthday parties and family vacations and teaching them to be good moral people, but you get the point. With that being said...I screw up too.
I'm ALWAYS late...to everything...all the time. There have been many times that I was having lunch with my kids at school and I come running around the corner 5 minutes late with a huge purse flopping on my shoulder...3 inch heels...blonde hair flyin...clutching a bag of McDonald's in my french tipped fingers only to see a little child...mine...standing in the cafeteria...waiting...eyes scanning...looking for me. I always tell them, "I'm sorry. I'm always late, but you KNOW I'll ALWAYS be here if I say I will be." They smile and say "I know Mommy." I'm also really forgetful which can lead to a bit of chaos at times...like when you forget a science project until a few days before it's due and you now have to try and find a way to create an project that can be tested and proven practically instantaneously. If I'm getting ready and I need something...it's not uncommon for me to walk out naked to get it...I don't really know how my kids feel about this but it probably is a little strange...especially when I stop to have a conversation with one of them. I'm a passionate person..eventhough in certain circumstances I may seem reserved. I feel things to the extreme and I tend to forget that I'm not in a bubble and that there are in fact other people around...watching me. When I laugh...sometimes it's loud...a "cackle" as my 13 yr old daughter calls it. I do it in the movies...at restaurants...while reading birthday cards in Target. I know it embarrasses my kids at times, but I remind them that I am their Mom and "that's my job!" and unfortunately for them...the embarrassment doesn't always stop there. I've been known to demonstrate workout moves...dance...do impressions...whatever...all "in public".
I guess one of my worst traits is that I cuss. I don't know how it got started or who I got it from, but I affectionately refer to myself as a "Cuss Monkey". I don't drop "f bombs" but there are cuss words that I just tend to use...a lot. My oldest child is what I like to call a "straight arrow" so I know I shock her and probably disappoint her at times. She's JUST LIKE her dad. It's black and white. It almost seems easier for them to do the "right thing"...the "appropriate thing" than it is to be human and screw up like the rest of us. I live in multiple shades of grey. My mouth gets me in trouble and sometimes...many times...I forget to filter what I say. If I stub my toe...you WILL hear "S***!"
My husband doesn't cuss...opposites attract right? It drives him crazy that I do. I don't think it bothers him so much when a word flies out if I stub my toe...what he hates is when I use a cuss word as a descriptive word or even as a noun. For example, let's take one of my most used words...B****. I use it in place of woman...girl...wife. When I was mad about an issue that I was having with a friend, I said to my husband..."He needs to get his b**** under control!" If I'm leaving my sisters, I may say "Bye bye b****es!" If I wanna pass someone going to slow on the highway, it's "Move b****! Get out the way! Get out the way! Get out the way, b****!" I don't mean it in a disrespectful way...I even talk about myself this way. Just yesterday, I was getting ready and when I slipped my favorite tight jeans on and my new sexy leopard heels on...I asked my husband "How do I look?"...he said, "You look great!"...I replied, "I am one hot b**** today! Aren't I?!?" I found it to be terribly funny...threw my head back and laughed ("cackled") My husband didn't join in...instead he said, "You know I hate that word."
So, I do my best not to be completely inappropriate in front of my kids...and I TRY not to let the cuss words fly...but inevitably it happens from time to time. My kids love me for who I am and for the most part are entertained by my craziness...but I do worry from time to time if being a "cuss monkey" makes me a bad Mom...because try as I might...I don't know that I'll ever get THIS monkey off my back.