Voice Of An Overworked, Underpaid Uterus

Allow me to introduce myself, I am the woman you glare at in the grocery aisle, because her children are running amok. I am the woman with the two cart fulls of groceries, who you always get stuck behind in the check out line. I am the one you do not want at your Mom’s Club gatherings, because we are always late and usually forget snack when it is our turn. I am the owner of that dirty, fifteen passenger van in the school pick up line, who takes forever to load up her spawn. I am the maternity ward patient who all the nurses know by name. I’m the mom with a baby permanently attached to her hip and boogers crusted on her shoulder. I am the lady who makes women glad that they have only one child. I am the parent who does it all, but masters nothing. I am an imperfect parent of seven children. Around these parts, I go by the name of “Mooooooom, make him stop!” But you can call me “Kadi.”

I decided to join the ranks of the Imperfect Parent crew for a few reasons:

1. Writing is my therapy. With seven kids, who has time to visit a shrink? Hell, who has time with only one kid? Being a parent allows for very little selfishness, but an over abundance of stress. My passion, aside from wiping snotty noses, is sharing my trials and joys of parenting a large family. What started as a simple form of catharsis through blogging, has evolved into a sort of symbiotic relationship. Readers feed off of my insight, wisdom (or lack thereof) and humor. I get my sense of fulfillment from reading their responses and knowing that the post helps others, or makes them laugh. So feel free to leave your comments whenever you read my posts, regardless of whether your opinions are congruent with my own. This is group therapy and everyone is welcome!
2. I’ve learned that being perfect is highly overrated. It took me almost 30 years and nearly killing my sanity to learn that little lesson. Striving for perfection was something that I grew up doing. It was the norm in my family. After my parents divorced in 1990 and my steadfast pillars of perfection had crumbled, I worked even harder to be perfect. Perhaps I was in denial, or maybe it was how I rebelled against the idea that life isn’t perfect. I was out to prove that perfection could be acheived. Boy was I wrong. Life is so much more enjoyable when it is absent of the struggle to acheive perfection. There is nothing wrong with bettering one’s self. Likewise, there is nothing right about fooling yourself into thinking that perfection is something that must be attained to be happy.
3. I love to develop relationships with like minded parents. Even if a parent cannot relate to me on the whole, they can usually relate to me in one sense or another. Whether you have one or twenty children, the problems are pretty much the same. Maybe I have more reasons for claiming parental insanity, but not different ones. I am not the average fertile Myrtle, however. Most people would never guess I had so many kids, because I do not fit the stereotype of an overative uterus. I like to wear fashionable clothing, I curse on occasion and I like my nightly glass of Merlot. While, I admit that these things are nothing to brag about, I’m also not ashamed to admit them. Just because I have a lot of kids, does not make me exempt from being human. I do stupid stuff, I embarrass myself and I stick my foot in my mouth on many occasions. I am just as imperfect as the next mom…or maybe more so!

I am so excited to join the ranks here and I hope that you will get something out of my small contribution to this community. Now that you know a little about me, I’d love to know about you and why you visit The Imperfect Blog. I look forward to hearing back from all of you and will answer any questions or comments you may have. I just hope you don’t mind if my replies are slightly stained, as I am making spaghetti for dinner and I’m a sloppy cook!