Even Rock Stars Suck

Some days I feel like the total Rock Star Mom as I drive my kids downtown with the greatest of ease to attend the Symphony or when I find that way to make my kids feel so special they are beaming and glowing and can barely contain themselves. And then of course there those days that I feel like I should give my two weeks notice and let them replace me with one of those moms who have it all together- or at least sound like they do in their blogs.

Far too often I feel as if I am missing the mark. Missing it with my kids- my husband- commitments in general. I feel like a shadow of the person I once was- or could be- or really am. I find myself praying that my children will look back on their childhood with grace and remember the good stuff. The stuff that makes them smile and laugh.

I wish I could get it all together. I wish I could go back and change the patterns and erase the words spoken out of anger, hurt or simply being overwhelmed.  I know it's at this point I am supposed to turn this post into a positive lesson or hopeful verse but tonight I don't have it in me. Sometimes it's ok to just acknowledge your poo is stinky and not try to cover it up with any sweet smelling sprays.