Thursday, June 30, 2011

June Cleaver... You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet

Most people know who June Cleaver is, or at least have heard of her. She was a t.v. mom of the 1950s. Okay, let me rephrase that... she was a "perfect" t.v. mom of the '50s.
I "drew" out my day to see if I resembled her at all (yeah right) and I came up with a big fat... NOPE, not at all! I love this June Cleaver t-shirt! It's probably a must have. Here's how I came to this conclusion:

Upon waking, I throw my hair into a 10 second bun (I would have made a video to show you how I do it, but, well... video streaming requires more than 10 seconds of content, so, sorry!), brush my teeth, and splash my face with water. Ooh lah lah gorgeous huh?!! But, wait, it gets better...
I hide behind my teenage son's bedroom door and when his tired, limp body emerges through his sleeping chambers... I taser him for not immediately making his bed upon rising (I think I have anger issues).
I proceed down the stairs, trip over some shoes in the foyer (that were suppose to be in the utility room, but my instructions sink in like they would a kid with ADD high on red pop) and into the kitchen and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Cheerios on the floor with a little entourage of tiny black ants... I get my bright green fly swatter and swat the floor like a mad woman until every moving creature is deader than a door nail, or waving a surrender flag. Call me bipolar, or a crazed mom with her panties in a wad.
Then yoga is a must because by 8:00 a.m. I'm already needing a shrink... so, while others are doing zumba, I'm doing zenba for my own sanity, followed by fervent prayer for God's strength to get me through yet another precious day of momhood.
At this point mom's taxi service opens. My husband and two of our children work in the same restaurant, but God knows they are scheduled at three different times in and three different times out every day. And, guess what? Yep, you guessed it... they have three different days off during the week. I'm going to start charging a taxi fee (well... they all have jobs!! They can afford it! A new side business for me:).
As a side note, the three teenagers living in our home eat like they've never seen food before. It's pretty bad when the grocery store attendants know me by name (and encourage me to fix my hair differently!).

Okay, once I shuttle every one home at the end of the work day...  they beckon for supper and trust me, some nights they're lucky if they get cereal with a banana, let alone a warm, well-balanced meal (that's what vitamins are for).

Will someone tell me why I have to remind a 19 year old to take a shower at night?! One would think that after 19 years of reminding it would just become habitual, or at the very least, he would get to the place where he couldn't stand his own stench (if a cute girl would remind him, it would nip this problem in the bud... perhaps I could slip one a few extra dollars to help me out).

Somewhere in all of the above, I need to fit in vacuuming, dusting, dishes, laundry, mopping floors, cleaning toilets, exercising, blogging, and making love to my husband (poor guy has to look at the likes of me... or maybe that's why we always shut the lights off). You're probably thinking I really shouldn't have to do all of this every day, oh, but come on over and you'll understand why I do.

This is just my summer schedule... what will I ever do when I start teaching again in the fall??

This post goes out to every working mom, who works tirelessly to survive the day and at the end can be proud of herself for giving it her very best. Yes, there are those who are modern-day "June Cleavers," who do everything just right without a hair out of place, but I believe those women are far and few between. Most of us muddle through the day and give the glory to God for His promise to never leave us (this is why He invented the Swedish massage).
Oh, my day might not be as dramatic as I make it out to be, but it certainly doesn't resemble perfection and honestly... I love my family to pieces and I wouldn't have it any other way! God has blessed me with the family I have to honor and treasure (and taser when necessary...gol {giggle out loud}), with every ounce of brokenness and imperfections and all... I would only hope they feel the same about me!

Here's to all of us less-than-perfect moms!!

Marisa

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Marisa,
Scott, again. I have been in your very clean house and met your wonderful family and have even seen a little fussing here and there. You are not June Cleaver; however, June Cleaver did not have to deal with what women of today have to deal with. Most likely, had you been a mom back then, you would not have worked. You would have only had two children (2.5, but...well...), and your husband would have deferred most of his dressing, food, and such to you. That's just the way it was. It certainly isn't now. So, for all you ladies out there who are moms and who try...congratulations! I think you are all wonderful!
Oh! that reminds me...if you do decide to throw some dollars to a cute girl to remind the guy to shower...find me one who is older and is nice and ... well all those things... :-)

Anonymous said...

Love it love it love it! -Tanya

Marisa and Brittany said...

Scott, thanks so much for the too kind of words! You're so sweet :o) You're absolutely right... times have changed and though I truly appreciate those SAHMs (stay at home moms) who work hard to emulate June Cleaver's philosophy of wife/parenthood, it just doesn't speak to 99.9% of all of us women.

Love your comments!

Marisa

Marisa and Brittany said...

We LOVE you too, Tanya :o)

Brittany said...

Seriously mom, I think that was the most accurate description of you as a mother that could ever exist. Lol! Oh, and I'm loving the artwork. Really. ;) did you show dad?? I feel like he would shake his head and laugh silently while he slaps his forehead with his hand like he does every time I do something silly. Haha. You guys might be a little wacko. But at least you still try. Some parents would have given up on us a long time ago. Trust me.... We appreciate it. Love you! :)