I want to be that mom

I have always had the bad habit of comparing myself to others. And when I do, invariably, I fall short. And today is one of those days where I'm falling WAAAAY short. As I sit here at the computer this morning in my PJ's (which I admit smell a bit like baby puke), cup of coffee next to me, kid mess from last night and then compounded this morning surrounding me, reading the blogs in my Google Reader, I realize that if I took the best out of all the blogs that I read/follow, I would be just about perfect. (to those that read me...the following is a big compliment to you...for I aspire to be you!)

I would get up each morning before the kids arose to do my daily quiet time with God, take a shower, dress, do hair, make up, and put on clothes that do not contain elastic of any sort. ( Oh, and if I was pregnant (which I am not, nor will I ever again be), I would be able to find a piece of fruit to compare to the child inside me and my belly would be all that has grown.) I would be wearing jewelry and shoes, even though I would not be leaving the house.

Once I was up, I would be homeschooling my children. All of them. Even the little bitty ones. With too cute activities and a plethora of color coded activities. And in all my pictures that I take of them, my carpet would never look dirty, and I would never have to crop out any messes. My kitchen floor would be spotless as my little girls played with sand/rice/macaroni that, by the way, they would keep in the buckets and not throw in the air and yell, "It's snowing!"

I would take my kids on fun, educational field trips to keep them busy and engaged and would never plop them down in front of the TV with a bag of fruit snacks so I could get something done. For lunch, I would serve them only healthy and organic food in fun shapes in fun dishes. We would eat it at the table that would not be covered in my husband's tools or the kid's backpacks and we would have cute, educational placemats that would inspire stimulating conversation.

During nap time, I would clean, do laundry, and blog about deep and spiritual issues that inspire others to think, pray, act. Then I would start dinner, which would be fast, nutritious, and cost effective.

When my husband got home from the one job that he had, I would take a quick run in my cute running shorts and unstained shirt. I would not sweat and would look cute doing it.

I would come home and serve dinner to my smiling family. Everyone would sit throughout the whole dinner and not throw anything on the floor, complain about how we never have anything they like, spit anything out while simulatneously saying "yuck," or fight with their siblings.

After dinner, I would happily bathe the little girls and no one would poop in the tub. I would put them in sweet matching pajamas, and tuck them into bed at 7:00pm. Then I would go about my evening activities that might include scrapbooking, quilting, sewing myself gorgeous dresses to go to glamorous parties, or relaxing with my husband, cuddling on the couch.

When it was bedtime, I would go into my immaculate bedroom that has not one piece of laundry on the floor, and get into my bed that I made this morning, and read without falling asleep, dressed in my fancy lingerie.

Where's the blogs about messy houses, lazy mornings, and overweight, overworked, overstressed moms who don't have perfect houses, perfect children, perfect lives? Oh wait....that's mine.