Motivated Mondays – Being an Over-Achiever HAS to be Over-Rated

I am a good Mom. No, I am a great Mom…or so I keep telling myself that. I’m not really into “pats on the back” so the words are usually converted into little bites of Godiva, which means that there are a lot of little empty gold bags laying around. They make for elegant decor…or doggie-doo bags. Just don’t mistake the new from the old. Yes, it’s Monday. Just sayin’.

When I was the only parent that didn’t show up to my Kindergartner’s music class “show”, I rewarded myself with a truffle. When I forgot to take her to Daisies on a day when they would be receiving a badge for their accomplishments, it was a dark-chocolate caramel. There are many deeds that have gone undone…and have been deemed “rectified” with a fudgey-fingered serotonin lift. Perhaps that is the problem. Negative reinforcement made me hit rock-bottom.

I often wonder if, like a Cocker that piddles when someone rings the doorbell, there is a training class for bad Moms. Sure, I questioned whether I needed an adult diaper when I was pregnant, but these days I think a lead and an electric collar might jolt my flailing grey matter into action…with pen and pad. Calendars don’t have anything on me! Oh wait, let me rephrase that…I don’t have anything on calendars. Yes, and don’t ask how the hole got in my bunny slipper.

I know there are circumstances beyond a Mom’s control. The problem is, I don’t think “nap” should be at the top of that list. Just like if I was back working in the design firm, there is always going to be a voice inside my head egging me to work harder, do bigger and be better. Hmmm…maybe that’s why I abandoned my catalogs of leather-studded lounge chairs and fabric trim for burp cloths and Barbies…and PB&J on wheat. You’d think now that I’m my own boss (mind you I say that loosely as I glance at my almost-6-year-old sleeping), things would kick into action. Apparently mediocrity is the after-effect of four months of upchucking and five of yelling, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”…and a week of drugs.

(Although mine never looked like Mountain Dew.)

Being an Over-Achiever HAS to be over-rated. It just has to be. I mean, it’s not every day we see Moms pushing their Bugaboos around in high heels, with rosy cheeks and painted nails…and a smile. Ok, not every day…if you don’t live in Boca Raton. But that’s only because Botox solidifies features and money buys Gucci and big SUVs.

It’s Monday… Oh wait…it’s now Tuesday. I was going to say, “Go forth and conquer the world,” now I’ll just say, “Go figure…”

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