Revolution of Love

Revolution of Love

Do small things with great love.

Those Perfect Catholic Moms Are Killing Me

It’s just past midnight right now and I should be asleep but I’ve been cleaning all day (thanks to my sis watching the kids for me) and I wanted a few minutes to unwind and catch up on some Catholic mom blogs.

I recently added a number of new blogs into my google reader and I’m sifting through them to see which ones I’ll read regularly and which ones are good but not where I am in life.

The first ones to go are the blogs that depress me. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that have countless posts by talented moms showing their beautiful gardens, their homemade baked goods and home cooked meals, their hand sewn clothes, and their Catholic craft of the day. I can take these in small doses but not all the time. Like I said, it depresses me.

And it’s not their fault. It’s mine. I just can’t seem to follow their lead. I’ve tried to garden. Truly, I have. In fact, just a few months ago I decided to start again but to keep it simple. No veggies or elaborate flower beds. Instead I have two simple window boxes of flowers and three herbs – basil, Italian parsley and cilantro. I was doing really well but as usual I forgot to water and not just once or twice but for days. Yesterday I went outside to check on my herbs and lo and behold, I’m the only person on my block to have a garden of dried herbs. (Dried… dead… is there really much difference?) Yeah, so gardens and I don’t do so well.

Then we come to the sewing. I swear my sister EL took all the sewing genes in my family because I have zero interest and even less skill. Okay, maybe I could sew on a button if I was forced, but just barely. To prove my point, when I was younger I’d hem my pants with duct tape and I’ve “sewn” things together with a stapler. Yeah, not one of my prouder moments. I get a lot more happiness when I don’t sew and instead find a cute outfit on sale at Target or Macy’s.

As for baking, home cooked meals and crafts, on occasion I’ll put together something good or at least fairly decent but I don’t do it all the time. My bigger concerns on a daily basis is that the dishes are cleared before Brian gets home, that everyone has clean undies, that the boys haven’t demolished the house and that I’ve cleaned the pee, poop or spit up from where it happened to land that day. I can barely accomplish that let alone create a replica of the Vatican made entirely out of cupcakes. Sigh. Well, if it means I have our local pizza place on speed dial, so be it.

So instead of being envious of those other moms I’m simply going to avoid temptation and not read their blogs regularly. Instead I’ll enjoy kindred posts like Calah’s In the Dumps or Nikki’s To Call or Not to Call and I’ll realize that I’m not alone in my struggle. There are other moms who are trying to get through these adventurous years just as I am.

Oh, I admit that I will try to improve a little each day. But for today, I’ll love my family and serve God in the way I know best – with my dried herbs, duct tape and delivery pizza.

UPDATE: It’s been a month since I wrote this post and it has been on my mind a lot because God has been using those thoughts to teach me some mom lessons. I talk more about it in my post here.

UPDATE #2: Fast forward two months ahead. I decided that heck, if you can’t beat them, join them. I’m attempting to get myself organized so my life will run a little smoother and I won’t be so frazzled with the daily grind of motherhood. You can follow the journey here.

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2 Comments

  • houseunseen says:

    Hah! I think I am guilty of TRYING to do all those things….and subsequently failing miserably at keeping up on the demolished home and dirty underwear. Right now my sink is full of dirty dishes, there is an empty cooler in the middle of the kitchen, and the kids are running around unsupervised. (I think the Fly Lady just passed out reading this.)
    Love your honesty! ;P

  • bobbi says:

    LOL! I hear you!
    Thanks for stopping by. I have been reading through your own site. Love it, especially your sense of humor. šŸ™‚

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