The Queen Mum has arrived

To all those mollycoddling mothers of the world...beware! I have no time for your PTO (Please Tell me it's Over) Meetings, bake sales, field days and what have you. Those of you who that have your calendars bursting at the seams with activities intended at making you look like Mom of the Year, here's a clue...there are those of us who don't have time for that crap.

The real mothers of the world are too busy doing those real mom activities; in the bathroom wrestling hairbrushes through our daughters' long locks as they squeal in pain; slapping a few grilled cheese sandwiches on the griddle after working 8, 9, 10 hours for a boss who thinks you have all the time in the world to do his bidding; mowing the lawn when the grass starts tickling the backs of our knees after waiting for our husbands to remember that the great outdoors doesn't reside only on the Discovery Channel.

I'm starting this blog as an outlet for the trials, rants, raves and humorous happenings of one anonymous American woman determined to survive this strange and yet strangely satisfying thing called motherhood. Your humorous stories and questions about being or becoming a "real" mother are invited. I will advise any who are willing to swallow a difficult pill on the correct way to keep your kid from being that little brat over in aisle 2.

Take comfort, my real mothers, you aren't the only ones going crazy.