Fired up

So I am a tad fired up tonight, as evidenced as my inability to sleep, even when EVERYONE in the house is out cold, and snoring to boot. It's like four a.m. in mom time. Two things:

1) My favorite store on earth has disappointed me greatly (and it took me three tries to spell disappointed correctly!) as they demonstrated both piss poor customer service to two of my friends today, AND one employee was pretty mean and really condescending to two nursing moms. NOT COOL. Granted, it was the behavior of individuals and not the organization as a whole, and upper level management has been notified and is handling it, in my opinion, appropriately. Still, really embarrassing as all I do is rave about the place.

2) One of my favorite mamas told me she liked yesterday's post, as so often she feels like SAHM's get crap like "What do you do all day? Watch soaps and eat bon bons?" As my spectacular failure as a SAHM for a week demonstrates (Bubba woke up this morning wailing for Daycare Dawnie, and this evening at tubbie time I realized I hadn't changed his diaper since morning-whoops) is freaking hard as hell. There is always something to be done- and eating regular meals and spending more than fifteen seconds peeing are not on the list. If I hear "mommmmmmma" one more time I might loose what little mind I have left. Really, I work full time, and I am like what the hell do I do all day? Yeah, I work, but that's so much easier than being relied on to single handedly shape my children into fine, upstanding gentlemen. Now that's pressure. My students passing MCAS is a big deal, certainly, but no one's moral fiber is being shredded if it doesn't happen. Sure, I have to rush around like a chicken from five to six-thirty getting dinner ready, and the like, but really? It's an hour and a half. Don't get me wrong- it is hard to work outside the home, because there will always be someone who thinks you are cheating your children out of their mother, and you do have to actually do your job. I can't turn on Team Umizoomi for my classroom and cross my fingers that their brains' won't rot, like I can at home (don't worry- we watch oodles of Sprout too- gotta get all that education in).

Bottom line, being a mom is the hardest job on the planet, whether you're a single mom, SAHM, working mom, work from home mom, parent with another mom, whatever. Doesn't matter the title we are all juggling (and dropping- um, the diaper!!) the same balls in the air. People just like to judge. It's human nature, I judge all the time too. I just try really hard not to judge other moms. Unless you are driving drunk with your un-restrained toddler in the front seat, while chain smoking with the windows up.

You? I'll judge you, damn straight.