1. Because I can cook a dinner from scratch, help 7 year old with homework (which always requires a "partner"), write a blog post for someone else's deadline and have a
2. Because I can point to a song that Green Day has ripped off, every time the Man-Child plays one of their tracks. And, he knows I'm right. (Clash, Adam and the Ants, you name it. Total rip off merchants.)
3. Because I can tell when one of them hasn't practised a stringed instrument even though they swear up and down that they have. (Clue - the dog hair that was shiny brightly on the lid of the case remains undisturbed.)
4. Because I have just steam-stripped the wallpaper from Man-Child's large bedroom and am about to wallpaper it myself, in black wallpaper. (Ok, it has four inch two-tone black stripes which actually gives it an air of sophistcation, but we won't tell him that.)
5. Because even though I glaze over when the 7 y/o explains the finer details of Star Wars people and their various powers, I remain focused and mumble "ooh" and "aah" at the right times (it would appear.)
6. Because I subscribe to the Economist (comes in great for Science and Global homework assignments), Rolling Stone (always disappears before I even get my hands on it), Writers Digest (oooh, mom's a writer) and National Geographic (ditto with the homework). Makes me look brainy and eclectic even if I'm not, and they're never lost for something to write about.
7. Because I appear to take my 7 y/old's daily physical complaints seriously, when he is clearly becoming a hypochondriac. OK, I did halt the discussion this morning as we walked into class and he was still telling me about the two zits on his bum!
8. Because despite the fact that the teens think I'm a lady dork, most of their friends don't mind chatting to me and even the staff at the School of Rock say hello to me.
9. Because I did not lose it when the Queenager phoned to say she'd scraped the entire passenger side of my car against a wall. (The fact that it was in dire need of a paint job probably helped.)
10. Because I did not laugh out loud when she handed me $20 to pay for the damage.
Aaah, that's better.
Don't forget: The accent gives you INSTANT mummy cool points.
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Bravo you! I applaud your eclectic magazine subscriptions and no. 2 is just genius - a lady after my own heart! x
ReplyDeleteClearly, I am disgracing myself in the magazine department. No wonder my kids don't take me seriously, when they need some homework juice and all I have to offer is an outdated issue of People (Cover story: the Eddie Fisher/Elizabeth Taylor scandal!)
ReplyDeleteTotally fab you! See what we can all come up with when we drop the mummy guilt!
ReplyDeletein total awe and quite lost for words....
ReplyDeleteYou are the queen of mothers. Your family should tell you every day how lucky they are to have you. It's the magazine subscriptions that really rock. Mine used to be quite cool when I could combine the Economist and the Spectator with the English Garden and Good Food. Without the first two, the second two just look cosy!
ReplyDeleteYes..... I think you definitely qualify for the title! of Fab Mother!
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The opening of Green Day's Warning is a complete lift of Picture Book by The Kinks. Ray Davies really should get a songwriting credit on it.
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I used to have somewhat similar skills back in the days when I couldn't blog about them. I thought they were an ancient art form. It's good to see that they are still around. You certainly are a cool mom.
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing. I LOVE the dog hair example. How cunning.
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to hear that there are fab moms out there. You have a great list of achievements. I feel like a fab mom if I get a 'thank you' from either of my teens.
ReplyDeleteI cancelled my sub to The Economist because I never read it. Now I feel inadequate. ;)
ReplyDeleteYup....it's official...you are definitely a fab mother...
ReplyDeleteI already know you are fab mother. Your second son and twin of man child bears testament to this. Can you message me on facebook telling me how I can do a word with a line through it like you do in this post. I love it XX
ReplyDeleteSo having read this now, is it weird I wish you were my mom? Or maybe, can I quietly hope you'll teach me how to be so awesome? *dreamy sigh*
ReplyDeleteYou guys are so funny! And seriously - do the list yourselves - it's SO easy to be a fabulous mum/mom.
ReplyDeleteAnd I never said I actually read the Economist now did I?
Ooh - and I forgot Vanity Fair. Seriously good articles, which I really do read.
Maybe I need to make my own list? It might be less damning than asking the kids. Thanks for stopping by my place.
ReplyDeleteI was guilt-ridden just reading point no.1. I can do all those things, but not at the same time. The food would be burnt.
ReplyDeleteBut I do know a lot about the finer details of Star Wars. Does that scrape me back some points?
But, but, but I like Green Day. Anyway, yes ... you are one fab mother!
ReplyDeleteSteam stripping!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like something dead kinky! You saucy so and so
Number 10 makes you a saint, not just a good mother.
ReplyDeleteYou are my all time hero! I can do number one and a variation of number three but you rock Lady! The zits on the bum bit nearly made me snort my coffee. x
ReplyDeleteI chuckled at number 10, mainly because I think I did a similar thing to my mother when I broke one of her wedding presents. I can't remember how she responded. Hopefully, I become as cool a mum when the time comes.
ReplyDeleteVery good.
ReplyDeleteI myself have boiled an egg or two whilst offering~ gratis ~ fashion tips to my teenagers based on a knowledge of retro that includes trousers are meant to cover the crack in your....