I read a lot of blogs. A couple I read regularly, like Momastry and Peanut Butter Fingers. One is a mom who tells it like it is, through in an incredible journey of love, difficult decisions and issues and even her own battles with sickness, the other is just a daily read from this way pretty, way perky twenty something- that, for some reason, I enjoy reading- about what she ate, did and is about to do. Strange, I know.
On the flip side I have read some blogs that, well… make me…feel.. so.. inadequate when I read them. Not to say that these people don’t exist, and that I am probably sooo the minority here, and I do get good tips from them. Ideas even. These are what I call the perfect moms. Moms that make all the right decisions. Live to be a mom. Never complain about being a mom, and even have suggestions on how YOU can be a better mom-maybe even close to how good of a mom they are. YIPPEE.
I am not a perfect mom. I am not even sure I want to be one.