I don’t know how these crazy blogs work and reach a gazillion people, but I’m going to give it a shot. Right about now I’m going to throw my two cents in about the Mommy Wars, mothers who give working moms a bad name and the guilt factor. First up…Mommy Wars -haven’t read it yet, looking forward to it but doubt there’s anything new to find out. Working moms can’t stand stay at home moms and vice versa. There’s jealousy and guilt on both sides of the fence, we all act like we’re back in high school and that too will never change. Secondly, working moms who give working moms a bad name…Lisa Belkin. Columnist for the New York Times who claims to be a working mom but manages to bash every working mom in her wake every time she writes a column. I read something recently that she wrote about the designer Dana Buchman and how she focused on her thriving career rather than her daughter who was learning disabled and I thought to myself, if I were Dana Buchman right now, I’d find out where Lisa Belkin lives and give her a piece of my mind. I’m tired of writers who claim that are working and know what it’s like to juggle diapers and deadlines also say it can’t be done and we should go back to being housewives. Sorry, ain’t gonna happen. We can too strike a balance as long as we re-write the rules and figure out what’s important in our lives. If you have a passion – pursue it. Check the guilt at the curb and go after your dreams – you’ll be a better mom and a better person for it.

It’s Been a While

It’s been quite a while since my last post…with the holiday season, job stress and kid demands, I haven’t had a chance to blog. So here I am. Back again and so far, it looks like no one is reading this blog because no one has commented or…like me, they may be reading it but are to busy to respond. I can’t tell you how many times I read something and say to myself, I should really email that person and then I have to clean up some cat poop that went awry and the thought totally falls out of my head. So here I am hoping that I can jumpstart the rolemommy confessions blog with my busy mommy compatriots. When your kids says something funny…send it my way. Or if you’ve got a doozy of a confession to make or to comment on…give me a shout out. Otherwise, I’ll just stay on the lookout for some great stories.

Confession #7 – Pediatrician Paranoia

Whenever my kids get sick, I always figure they’re resilient enough to bounce back so I wait a few extra days until I take them to the doctor (unless of course they have a raging fever or have fallen from a tree). But with this cockamamie avian bird flu going around (okay we’re not in Asia or Turkey or anything but you know how parents get nutty), I’ve been monitoring my son’s coughing patterns every morning and it started to get me concerned. So after 2 weeks of coughing like an old man, I finally made the decision to take him to the doctor today. Of course, today was the day he woke up perfectly fine so when I took him to the doctor’s office, he was happy go-lucky and the doc thought I must have been nuts for taking him in considering there were kids hanging from the rafters lining up in droves for flu shots. Going to the pediatrician is like having a car or a plumbing problem. The moment you call in the mechanic or the plumber, nothing is wrong and you look like an idiot. I may have looked dumb today, but at least my son had a clean bill of health.

Confession #6 – Get Me Outta the Girl Scouts!

The PTA President tried to coerce me into getting my daughter to join Girl Scouts. As thoughts of my child selling chocolate mint cookies swirled in my head, Madame President informed me that we’d have to host the entire brood at our house at least one Saturday a month…the one day my family actually gets out and does fun things together. To complicate matters, the bratty kid whose mom doesn’t talk to me anymore because my daughter blurted out that I thought she was a tyrant, was going to be in the group too. Considering I dropped out of Brownies when I was six and I don’t want to have a confrontation with that mom who hates me, it looks like we’re going to have to take a pass.

Confession #5 – Bedtime Bribery

In order to keep my kids in their beds every evening, we’ve resorted to bribery. Before we tuck them in, we tell them that the bedtime fairy will give them each a quarter if they sleep in their rooms the entire night. Sure this little investment sets us back about $120 annually, but you can’t put a price on a good night’s sleep!

Confession #4 – Souvenier Insanity

Whenever I go away on business, I promise my kids I will get them a present for every day that I’m away. A one day trip is easy, and two days has even proven to be a breeze. But lately, I’ve had to go on really long trips that lasted 5, 7 even 10 days. To make matters more complicated, when I’m overseas and busy visiting clients I sometimes have little time to take a road trip and start stocking up on souveniers. So what does a busy, working mother do when she has no time…delegate, my friend, delegate. If I’m away 7 days and have to get 14 presents (yes 1 present a day for 2 kids = 14), my co-workers whip into action. While I’m scooping up gifts and keeping a close tally, any time someone sees something remotely kid-worthy, they grab it for me and help me cross those gifts off my list. One time on a trip to Asia, I had my entire staff in a tear searching for 5 remaining gifts before we left the country. While I never did make my quota, the kids never found out. Thankfully for me, it’s a good thing there are gift shops on the way out of airports too.

Confession #3 – The Boo Boo Bunny Mystery

Who knew boo boo bunny would be responsible for my breakdown. I’m a successful television producer. I’ve interviewed Academy award winners, world leaders, gone undercover and been under the gun to make the craziest deadlines ever known to man…not a problem. None of that phases me… Nope, it took a missing boo boo bunny to send me into a full blown panic attack. Boo boo bunny was a staple in my house when my daughter was a baby. By the time she hit four, boo boo bunny was long forgotten and had been MIA for quite some time….until she spotted him at her friend Ryan’s house during a playdate that is. The very next day, it was full on hysterics as she bonked herself and went looking for her long lost bunny friend. “Where or where is my boo boo bunny?” she moaned endlessly…my baby seemed absolutely broken hearted. Quick thinking mama that I am, explained that boo boo bunny was away at camp and would be returning just in time to pick her up from school. Not a problem, I thought..I’ll just stop at the store and pick one up before I head to school. Four stores and about six phone calls later..I learn the hard way that our special boo boo bunny friend is now discontinued. I’m in full blown eating, shaking panic mode at this point. After a quick trip to Ryan’s house (thankfully, his mom, Karen, is a great friend)…I borrow an old fashioned booboo bunny just in time to make it to school. I’ve also picked up three new boo boo bunnies which will take up permanant residence in our freezer. I tell my four year old that the old boo boo bunny is visiting for the day then he has to get back to camp but the new family will stay to keep us company. The old fashioned bunny will visit now and again of course…as long as my wonderful friend, Karen, allows me to borrow it on occasion. When her son notices that his boo boo bunny is missing, my friend simply explains that bunny’s away at camp.

Confession #2 – Did Desmond Tutu Ever Wear a Tutu?

I admit, when I get ready for work in the morning, I sometimes let my kids have the run of my bedroom. In my son’s case, things get a bit interesting when he goes exploring in our closet. For some reason, when my three year old surveys the area, he doesn’t gravitate toward Daddy’s side and try on a tie or a pair of loafers, he’d rather slip on a pair of mommy’s high heels, walk around the room and call out in a high-pitched voice, “Look at me, I’m a Girl!” One day, I even caught my daughter sticking him in her ballet costume…tutu and all. My friends tell me their boys fancy pumps too, so I guess it’s just a phase…I hope!

Confession #1 – Painful Playdates

A new family has just arrived from Japan and their four year old boy seems to be my daughter’s newest best friend. His mom seems lovely but I can’t understand a word she’s saying so I’m basically filling in the blanks and giving her the benefit of the doubt. They’re expected to arrive at one and I’ve lied through my teeth saying I have a meeting and have to be out the door at two. I figure about an hour of playing playdate parent mad libs is just about as much as I can handle.

Who needs to go to confession when you’ve got a blog!

I have to admit that being a parent is much harder than having a career. Other than infant CPR and a bad lesson on breast feeding, I was never given parenting lessons. I learned by experience, and what I’ve learned is I find strength and sanity from my family and my girlfriends. If we can find humor in our home and work lives, than we’re half way there to being good parents. My friends and I like to confess our unorthodox parenting secrets to each other during our daily commute or while gossiping in the office. So below are some juicy confessions. If you’ve got one to share, please feel free to post. Think of this as your personal role mommy confessional. What’s a Role Mommy you ask? A role mommy is a woman who strives to be successful at home and in her career – I know you’d never think you’re a role model, but if you’re helping your children acheive their own dreams while still pursuing your own, than you are definitely Role Mommy material. For more info. on Role Mommy, check out our website … In the meantime, hope you enjoy our role mommy confessions!