I’d love to be a lazy mom. I’d sell my soul to be a lazy mom, but it's just not in me. I embrace the non-stop, action-packed schedule that is my life. But I can take a page from the lazy mom playbook.
I’d love to be a lazy mom. I would love to sleep in. I would love to order dinner every night. I dream of being able to binge watch my favorite TV shows. Hell, I’d love to have enough time to watch TV so that I could actually have a favorite show (other than The Real Housewives of Potomac, of course!).
If I could be a lazy mom, I’d have someone take my daughter to school so that I could go out to breakfast all by myself, get a mani/pedi, then go home and read a really good book for more than two minutes before either getting interrupted or falling asleep.
But here’s the truth. Even if I had the chance to be a lazy mom. Even if I wasn’t a freelance writer with clients and deadlines. Even if I wasn’t launching a speaking career and working on a book. Let’s put aside the fact that I have an active 5-year-old and a husband with a crazy work schedule. We can even pretend for one minute that I didn’t have to run my household, manage three people’s schedules, tend to four different extended families, and sit on the board of an amazing organization.
Let’s put all that aside and just say that I had the chance to be a lazy mom, here’s the reality. It would make me crazy.
I’d probably sleep in a bit and maybe watch a bit of RHOP, but within two to three hours, I’d likely be rearranging the kitchen cupboards and taking advantage of having an empty house and no deadlines.
Because at the end of the day, as much as I say I’d sell my soul to be a lazy mom, it’s just not in me. I embrace the non-stop, action-packed schedule that is my life.
And while I can take a page from the lazy mom playbook and be sure to make time for working out, having drinks with friends, and even showering, at the end of the day, I’m wired to NOT be a lazy mom.
And that suits me just fine.
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About the author
Kimberly Day
I'm a trucker hat/Louboutin kind of girl just trying to live life one day at a time. I am the founder and Chief Decadence Officer of Decadent Health, LLC. I also pen the blog Confessions of a Food Addict, where I share personal, humorous, and often TMI stories about my relationship with food, as well as my very unpredictable life.
In the final stages of my book, Feeding Your Addiction, I am a hiking, triathlon, and reality-TV enthusiast. I live in Potomac, MD, with my husband and daughter.
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