I still had one of those moments when I (figuratively) got too big for my non-mom jeans.

Instead of writing my blog last night, I ate a chocolate chip ice cream cone..in bed..while watching something on the Ipad. While I didn't feel guilty this morning, I did have a bit of a sugar haze headache (and avoided the scale).  My headache pounded a little harder when I saw an e-mail that was sent to me over the weekend.  It was a message from an acquaintance (by association) updating me on her two kids.  Initially, it may not sound that bad..but this was a form e-mail where I was blind carbon copied.  This wasn't any brief.."hey how are you..hope your girls are well".  The message cut to the chase with a detailed account of trips, cultural outings to museums and gourmet restaurant visits.  I was so taken aback with the tone that I panicked and thought that I was getting one of those holiday greeting letters.  (Holy Shit, is it all ready December?)

If this was a feel good letter of early summer, it failed.  This letter didn't make me feel good--my stomach was a knot of annoyance. Where are the mentions of hustling in the morning, crappy kid food that is slathered with ketchup and sass?   I was then renewed about my goal to spread Attijude.  I just want my tribulations to give you a good laugh or a "holy crap, thank God I know someone else who felt that way too".  Recently a mom named Denise told me that she thought of me now when she found her kids' worn underwear in her dining room.  I was strangely flattered...rather than sigh to herself, I am hoping that she just chuckled and knew there was a mom out there that also picks up worn undies in every room but the room with a hamper.  And she isn't afraid to admit it.

I understand maternal pride but it is also very easy to become blinded by the big accomplishments and think that you are ahead of the game or secretly bask in another mother's shortcoming.  But what comes around, goes around.  Tonight, regardless of how that letter made me feel, I still had one of those moments when I (figuratively) got too big for my non-mom jeans.  Laurel had her author's night tonight and I specifically had Rachel stay home with Ching.  I didn't want (Rachel) to disrupt the class.  But there were other mothers that brought younger siblings that did chatter and disrupt a bit.  I was tsking in the back of my mind and my jaw was tightened.  These moms also recorded or took pictures of their child reading their stories.  I thought I did too but I didn't hit record on my phone.  Well, well, well..Every time I judge and thank God that it's not me..I do know it is a matter of time.  Apparently this lesson hasn't quite sunk in yet.