As you might have guessed, my CSA friend (of the Tiffany's bracelet) and I went to see the new Sex and the City 2 movie. The movie was fun and a great afternoon for girlfriends, but we both felt like the two and a half hours were a little much for the plot—mostly because the filmmakers needed that much time in order to get in all of the costume changes. There were many, and they were something else. The shoes were high, the bags were sparkly, and the fashions were extreme. They were nothing most ordinary people would ever set foot out of their houses wearing.
Charlotte and Miranda have this great scene where they are sitting at the hotel bar commiserating over their cocktails and sharing their mom war stories. It goes something like this.
Charlotte and Miranda’s Mom Woes:
“Being a mom is so hard.”
"The baby cries all day long and I don’t know what to do. Sometimes, I just go in the other room and shut the door.”
"I’m ashamed to admit it. I love my child more than anything, but sometimes it’s just not enough.”
"No one said it would be this difficult. All I ever wanted was a family and now I have one and I can’t understand why I’m unhappy.”
"We have full-time nannies and husbands and I’m tired all of the time. I just can’t help but think, how do people do it when they don’t have any help?”
"Here’s to them.” They toast.
I thought I’d let them in on a little slice of reality--single mom style.
Single Mom Woes:
Being a mom IS so hard—deal with it. Guess what, in our worlds, there’s never anyone there to help.
The baby sometimes does cry all day or is sick all day or even (later when they’re not babies) not very nice all day, and you never get a break. It is exhausting. There’s not a manual or instructions. I do recommend going in the other room and shutting the door, but not for long because great destruction will often occur on the other side of the door.
Every once in a while, I have a little self-pity party and think about how hard it is to raise a child all by myself. Then I remember this is the most important job I will ever do and since I’m doing it solo, I better not screw it up. There are no do-overs or sick days.
Oddly, my child is so very much more than enough. Maybe it’s because I don’t wear those uncomfortable clothes that I couldn’t afford anyway (see picture below). They might be
making Miranda and Charlotte grumpy. Try staying in your sweats and not putting on your makeup. It seems to improve my mood lately. So would a Prada bag but I don’t see that happening.
What also makes me happy is having enough money for a vacation every couple of years. With my child… We usually go to Disney World or, last year, the Redwood Forest in California, not Abu Dhabi.
Full-time nanny? And a husband? Now that’s just crazy talk! How do we do it? We don’t have a choice.
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