After picking up the children my mom so graciously offered to watch so they didn't have to stand in the rain and watch their brother's soccer game, we were catching up on the week, as we usually do.
She was filling me in on the Beach Boys concert she went to, the lecture series she attended, along with all of the other things that fill up her calendar.
Sigh . . . I can't wait to be a grandma.
"By the way," she said, as I was buckling Katie into her carseat, "I gave your 2nd grade teacher your blog address."
Mind you, this was the day I wrote about all of the cocktails.
"Well, she is going to think I'm a drunk," I laughed, before realizing that she just may think I'm a drunk indeed if she sticks around my blog long enough.
I started thinking about all the references we, mommybloggers, do make towards drinking. If you've been around the mommyblogging community long enough, you know that it is completely normal to see comments like "Sounds like you could use a drink after the day you've had!" and "Cheers!" and "Is it too early to drink?" and "It's five o'clock somewhere" and "I need a drink" and the old standby "Naptime is the New Happy Hour." There is even a book about that last one. Oh, and lest we not forget "Sippy Cups are not for Chardonnay," another book by a mommyblogger.
Admit it, we all sound like a bunch of drunks.
Jokes aside, maybe some of us are. But I'm not here to talk about them. I'm here to talk about the rest of us, those who joke and laugh and fill up pages upon pages with our banter on how we will make it through the next day, the next hour, the next minute of parenthood with a bottle (and not one full of breastmilk) in our hands.
And that's just it, it's a coping mechanism. Sure I enjoy a good cocktail, you bet I do (it's never too early for happy hour, right?). But just because I say I'm jonesing for a lemon drop or a spicy bloody mary does not mean that you should put AA on your speed dial. It means I'm human. I'm coping. And I'm doing the best I can with the tools I have at the ready, in my case, humor.
So I say, rock on mommybloggers! Talk about having an icy cold beer while basking on a sunny beach if that's what gets you through the day! Write about salivating over a new bottle of wine! Discuss all the cocktails you will have on your little momcation!
Just don't come crying to me when you have a hangover.
We aren't perfect and that's what makes us real. We write about the immense joys of motherhood and the perplexing struggles as well. But we're here, and we're writing - each of us with our own unique voices and that, my friends, is something to say "cheers!" to.
So cheers to me, and cheers to you - and cheers to my 2nd grade teacher too (if she's reading)!