Okayest Mom is easy to please. I don’t have unrealistic expectations for Mother’s Day, or for any other day. Okayest Mom doesn’t know how to dream big. Therefore, I’m not asking for what I really want (which we all know is sleeping in and a day alone so I can binge-watch Netflix). Nope. Gotta get my head outta the clouds. If anyone asks me what I want for Mother’s Day, I’m gonna give them this Okayest Wish List.
To have a day where someone does not clock me in the jaw with their shoe, fist, head, or monster truck
To eat a meal without showing my partially chewed food while I yell, “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
Not to hit my head on the van door
Not to step on a Transformer while I leap over the baby gate like a Olympian hurdler
Not only to go to the bathroom with the door closed (duh!), but also to go to the bathroom without anyone outside the bathroom experiencing Grievous Bodily Harm
To put away a little bit of laundry
To be on time to something
Not to get sweaty during the day
Not to experience the Tri-Cry (all children simlul-crying)
To sleep in until 7:00 AM – nothing outrageous like 7:15 AM or anything
To have no one poop (Yeah, you heard me. So what if that’s not healthy? They poop too.dang.much.)
Not to fix a meal ten minutes too late (No matter when I fix it, it’s ten minutes too late.)
To remain seated during most of my meal (I wouldn’t want to get greedy and expect that I would never have to get up…)
Not to allow any of my fears for my children’s well-being to escalate into unreasonable proportions in my mind
Not to get a headache
To see more smiles than tears
There. So reasonable. So okayest. We got this. What’s on your wish list this year, dear readers?
Mother’s Day is a complicated holiday for many of us, whether because of a loss of a child, or of a mother, or of a dream. While I am infinitely grateful for my hard-to-acquire and super-precious children, I have not forgotten how this holiday used to be one of the hardest days of the year for me. I have not forgotten you! Last year I posted one of my personal favorites, Mother’s Day Can Sometimes Feel Like a Bruise. I hope you like it too.