I'm not fabulous

Almost everywhere I go I have people asking me questions about my lifestyle or "mom life" or "How do I do it". These I don't respond to, not because I'm all private & personal, but because I have no clue what to say....

I've even had women say how FABULOUS I was, and how they ADMIRED how I did everything, and they could only WISH to have it all together like me.....

PACK OF LIES! I am NOT Fabulous. Well o.k, I'm a little bit Fabulous, that's only because I think all women are.

I love women, (not in a Rosie O'Donnell kind of way), I just love and admire our gender! We are amazing. And in order to find out why I feel I am Fabulous, I think you need to know the truth.....

My name is Dee and I am a woman, a women who can't stand the size of her ass and can't figure out what she has more of, cellulite or grey hairs.

I'm a wife, a wife who is blessed to be madly in love with a fantastic man who is perfect, except when he is a GIANT JACKASS!

I am a mother, a mother who has 3 beautiful children whom I adore and are my true treasures, that I would gladly trade for a mickey of vodka and a bus ticket when they are driving me BARKING MAD!

I am a daughter , a daughter to lovely, caring parents.

I a am a big sister to a little brother, who I forget to call on his birthday and haven't shared a beer with in a long time.

I am a friend, a friend so fortunate to know some of the best people on the planet. They love me and tolerate me... for me, even when I don't return their calls and forget or bail about lunch dates. "How do I do it?" you ask. The answer is simple...I DON'T do it...

I don't feed my kids all organic, local, free range food.

I DO feed them, good healthy meals that are well balanced with KD, Zoodles and enough crackers and cheese to choke a horse.

I DON'T have patience, I DO yell at my kids, get frustrated and sometimes ignore them for an extra 15 minutes when I hear them talking after nap time.

I DON'T bathe them everyday,

I DO know how to give one hell of a good spit and polish with a handful of wet wipes.

And I DON'T get all prettied up before my husband walks through the door at night.

There is however one very important thing that I do "DO" that does make me feel a little bit FABULOUS.

I celebrate my successes no matter how small. Everyday! I know it sounds corny but it's what keeps me going...(that and a cocktail of course).

I don't worry about where I failed everyday...because there are far too many.

I gloat, toot my horn and do a happy dance (in fabulous shoes) for all my passes.

Those are far more rare, but far more important.

SO there you have it

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