Really who expects perfect?

Just read an article about alcoholic moms. While I do see the connection and honestly can see how easy it is to slip down that path, their reason's seem so stepford wivesish. The article said the moms started drinking because it was so stressful keeping up with PTA and thier kid's activities and trying to be perfect. The article went on to discuss the increase in 'mom stress' in toady's society and I just thought "What the!?" (yes I am qouting Sponge Bob)

My husband might call bullshit on this one, but really who cares what other moms think. With both kids in public school now, I am full force PTA mom. All I can say is the more involved I get, the more ridiculous it all seems. I can honestly say that I will never be that perfect to be in charge of ten activites and have home made cookies and a clean house, perfect little dinner on the table, kids excelling in all aspects of their lives and .....who really cares.

My house is clean enough, we eat healthy enough, and I do what I can. My seven year is a tough critic and his approval is hard enough to get.

The best part is the other moms who feel the way I do are the cool moms. So not only do I get to let all of that go, but i get to let go hanging out with cool moms and we can have a glass of wine because its 5:00 on a Friday and after a long week we just want one.

Almost a week later and it's still raining.

I was coming to blog about my wonderful news- two necklaces's sold! That makes only 198 to go! And while I am thrilled to be moving forward in my quest to 200 sold, there is really nothing more I can talk about but the rain. It's raining here in Atlanta, it's pouring and honestly I wish I was snoring.
I've seen rainy weather before. But never in my life have I seen anything like this. It has been pouring, thundering and storming for days on end here. Schools are closed, houses are flooding and unfortunately people are getting hurt.
Driving to pick up my children from school I had to take the roads at 5 miles an hour to make sure my mini van made it through the puddles. I live 1/4 a mile from the school!

This rain has us house bound, it has us tired and it has us all feeling blue.

Here I am trying to train for a marathon, create art for a craft fair and get my children ready for their sports. But really here I am watching everything literally wash away.