When Facebook Calls You Skim Milk
You know how something stupid can get you thinking?
Last week one of my friends posted “Which TV mom are you?” The pictures were of Claire Huxtable, Roseanne and Peg Bundy.
I am Claire, minus the law degree I thought to myself. No nonsense, fair, funny. For sure.
And then I got Cindy Walsh from Beverly Hills 90210.
Cindy was skim milk—good for you but boring and forgettable. Minimal impact.
And stupid enough to let her sophomore daughter have a hotel room for prom.
Hello? I wrangled 200 teenagers a year for 18 years. I taught them Thoreau, for the love of God, and they liked it. People respected me, 16 year old people, and they don’t hardly respect anyone.
How on earth am I like Cindy Walsh?
Sweet goodness—have I turned into Cindy Walsh????
This could be a stay at home mom thing. Transitioning from working mom to stay at home mom is not for sissies. I don’t want to turn this into a working vs. stay at home mom tirade because that horse has been Rode. To. Death.
(Rode. That’s right.)
I’m just saying that when a woman is kind of a big deal in her workplace, the eye of the hurricane, staying home can be like hitting a wall.
I am not complaining one bit. I am just saying that “big deal” and “hurricane” are not words I use to describe my time at home.
I used to be one bad ass teacher.
“I’m a bad ass stay at home mom!” is something no woman said ever.
Not that I want to go back, mind you. I never want to go back. And yes, I know the work I do now will resonate through the generations. Fruit of my womb. I get it. I’m thankful.
But this stupid quiz made me realize I miss being the eye of the hurricane, sometimes.
Vanessa, from Suburban Mama Goddess took the quiz and got Carol Brady. Vanessa is not Carol Brady. Maybe even more than I am not Cindy Walsh. She didn’t like it either. We had this chat:
I would love to believe that changing my drink would solve this problem, but that’s a slippery slope. Where do you go from Kettel One and Tonic? Absinthe?
I know what I have to do.
Make peace with the fact that my Claire days are over.
Find a way to balance Cindy and Gloria while avoiding rehab for an alcohol and plastic surgery addiction.
And stop taking the stupid Facebook quizzes.
PS: Dana took the quiz and got Claire. I didn’t talk to her for two days. You can cause your own mid-life mama crisis at www.playbuzz.com.