"What is a Scary Mommy, you ask? I believe a Scary Mommy is a mother who doesn’t leave the house wearing lipstick at all times. A Scary Mommy loves herSo I've been thinking about the ways that I am a scary mommy. Let's see, I already don't wear makeup 360 days of the year. That combined with the fact that my son isn't too mobile so hasn't tested the limits of my natural laziness means that I'm simply scary in training. Still while my parenting weaknesses are just starting to emerge they seem to relate more to weaknesses I already had rather than specific mommy issues: namely neurotic paranoia and housekeeping.
kids to death, but will admit to feeling totally overwhelmed and exhausted by
the gig. A Scary Mommy doesn’t really care what other people think, and a Scary
Mommy thinks that all mothers win when we admit our weaknesses. How would you describe it? It’s up to you!"
The flu season may have a run on Purell for most homes but we bought the stock years ago (not really). In fact amazingly enough having a baby has forced the issue and made me relax my anxiety induced phobia's even though they don't always leave completely. Still, I have a hard time suppressing the urge to dip the toys in clorox every two seconds. (Would it be simpler to dip the baby? I kid...I kid...don't turn me in just yet).
Lately I've been torn between the idea of green cleaning products and the hardcore ones. I like the idea of not having the heavy chemicals around but am lured in by the 99.9% germs killed advertising. I notice that the green cleaners make no such promises...still.
In the complete ironic, scary mommy twist however, I am an awful housekeeper. Horrible. Really. I spend time with my son, husband, and then steal a quiet moment for myself (introvert that I am) and with work and everyday details cleaning is the last thing on my mind. Add to that a tendency towards being a packrat and it is a recipe for disaster.
The point is, I am just beginning my adventure as a scary mommy and already I find myself living with the label of neurotic germ-a-phobe who doesn't clean. Irony, I haz it.