Lately, I’ve read a lot of blog confessions that I can relate to. Not the ones about looking at my iPhone rather than my kids or wiping their snot on my housecoat sleeves and rolling them over (its not a confession if everyone knows you do it). It’s the ones about Pinterest, and how it makes me feel like I’m not meeting ‘mom standards’ aka got me feeling PIN-adequate. I mean, there is always gonna be that one over-achiever mom. You know the one who throws her two year old a birthday with sandwich sculptures of Dora, individual homemade yurts for each kid to nap in and rainbow-dyed organic handmade candles on the 3D interactive Calliou cake. You find yourself cursing her as you are sitting on her stupid dual-flush toilet wiping with a stupid toilet paper origami swan and washing in her stupid rock-filled sink with vegan handmade stupid soap derived from her neighbour’s kitchen scraps. ‘Oh? What’s that? You saw it on Pinterest? Oh, how funny I saw me punching you in the throat on Pinterest!’ Yeah, I’m going too far. I’ve only met one mom like that and I got over it by the time I was stuffing my face with cake. She was crazy, that’s all there was to it.
