I’ve had some not so proud moments lately when I find myself teetering on the edge of greatest mom moments of all time and catastrophic mom fails. I’ve developed what I like to call Mom Ego, a condition where you suddenly feel you are more than capable of completing any given task, especially if you have never even attempted it before (this may also be the same ego that allowed me think it was a fun idea to run a 5k in Wonder Woman Underoos, but that’s for another post). Let me give you some examples.
I am a face painter– My daughter’s school needed some volunteers to paint faces at her harvest festival so I said I could help. Have I ever done this before? No. Do I consider myself an artist? Not since I was seven and was convinced I was the next Monet, but why would that stop me? There were definitely some botched footballs and maybe even a couple of unrecognizable smudges on those little cheeks, but I will tell you I rocked that table like a queen…and I rocked it hard.
I am a crafting genius– My daughter recently celebrated her second birthday and in true buy-into-the-girly-thing style we had a princess pizza party. I had dreams of making golden lace crowns and sparkly wands for my girl and all her guests. Apparently I am more of a semi-homemade-easy-way-out genius because 1) my aunt and two cousins styled the girls’ hair in buns that would rival those in a professional production of Swan Lake, complete with jeweled tiaras, AND they painted legit princess crowns on their pretty little heads, and 2) I ordered 24 wands for $4.49 from Oriental Trading and tied some ribbon on them.
I am a vampire– OK, so this is an extreme analogy, but my point is I don’t need sleep…at least for a while. I chose to celebrate my daughter’s birthday on November 7th, right in the middle of one of my least favorite deadlines at work, which also happens to be the day after the aforementioned harvest festival. I got through the week, but when I fell asleep putting the kids to bed last night and woke up five hours later I had to admit I had pushed the limits. Maybe next time my Mom Ego will be checked by these memories, or at least I’ll remember to volunteer my aunt for the face painting.
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