There are only a few things in this world that bring me complete satisfaction and contentment in the midst of hardship. When money becomes a long-lost friend still nowhere to be found, the kids are whining and fighting every chance they get, and my favorite jeans are too tight, there are days I complain and shake my booty to my favority pity-party music but then there are the days I marvel in all the good things in my life.
After being a mother for six years I finally know the importance of "mommy-friends". There is nothing like getting with your friend along with your kids and hers to hang out, laugh and vent about the day-to-day life as a full-time chauffeur/cook/housekeeper/nurse/teacher, aka Mother. Sometimes I'll sit here long enough to find myself really down and out about how filthy my kitchen is or how I don't spend enough time playing with my little creations.
But when I'm with a mommy-friend they always seem to be right where I am and I don't feel like the only mommy on earth who simply does NOT want to play Barbies or cars anymore. My mommy-friends help me through this adventurous experience called motherhood. They help me hold my head high because they encourage me as a fellow mommy and brave soul willing to give all she's got to raise a great couple of kids.
Then there are the days when I don't want to see another soul because all I want to do is brush my teeth and jump in the car headed toward the nearest Starbucks. Now, I was anti-'Bucks for some time because they are a coffee giant and with so many mom-and-pop coffee shops it always seemed unfair they didn't have the long lines awaiting the piping hot cuppa joe. Then I buckled for 'Bucks, how can you NOT? They are located on every corner the way McDonald's use to be. So suddenly the mom-and-pop joints got the shaft and I head to the nearest crack shack, aka Starbucks. I call the franchise a crack shack with great love and respect, the place sells some addictive stuff. So on my worst days, you know the ones where you, er, I drag my buns out of bed dreading the day that lay ahead and wallow in "this is what my life has come to" (refer back to all my full-time jobs as a mother) and it's a tall vanilla latte I must have. And so I pull up to the drive-thru window (yeah, for coffee), order my crack and when I get it in hand I have to pull off to the side so I can take my first sip. I liken it to a smoker's first drag after a long, hard day. I burn my lips and the tip of my tongue and all seems right with the world.
There are so many things in my life that remind me of all that is good, but there is nothing like a good mommy-friend and a hot vanilla latte. When I mix the two I feel like I'm on cloud 9, life just doesn't get much better than that!
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