I have enjoyed getting to know the gals in my moms groups, and all of the differing personalities therein. It's probably the most I've ever used that degree in psychology I picked up while on the 10 year plan in college. But the one thing I've noticed is that the gals who have things of interest in their lives, be it some sort of custodial drama or frequent travel or money's tight or great stories of college escapades, those gals have made for some of the absolute funnest times I've had. I certainly hope I've not been a stick in the mud, given my own soap opera of a job sitch. But those whose lives are thankfully very status quo, hangouts are definitely more mellow and low-key. Not that that's a bad thing at all, one most certainly needs some mellow to balance things out. If everyone were the same, that would just make life boring. But I just can't help but size up how us mamas do things, and I realize that I'm a fairly odd duck.
As if you couldn't already tell from the blog's title, I'm just not an average soccer mom; no McMansion in the burbs, no upwardly mobile six figure income, and I sure as hell cannot afford to send the kids to the Ritz Carlton/Harvard U. daycare while I plan the monthly book club dinner party/charity event for the hubby's professional association. I don't even own a minivan fer christs sake. Nope, I haul my kids around in a red Pontiac Vibe (ok ok so it's a station wagon, sue me) with the Lacuna Coil or Queensryche or White Zombie wafting out of the CD player instead of The Wiggles or Kidz Bop (I'd like to Bop them alright, multiple times over the head with a blunt object...). And I work full-time for a paycheck, as does the hubby. And our home is a small ranch on a slab. And it's MESSY!!!! The maid never made it across the border I'm afraid, all that pesky Border Patrol and such. And the kids go to the cheaper in-home daycare but are loved and nurtured just the same as they would be in the expensive ones. And I am gleeful about all of it.
Viva la difference!!
I also no longer believe in such a thing a "drama free mama." If you claim you have no drama in your life, and that things are hunky-dory, you are lying through those perfectly straightened and laser-whitened teeth of yours. Even if it's just the dog barfing on the berber in the front room, or you forgot to replace the amateur sex film you and hubby shot that was still in the DVD player and hit play thinking it was your kid's Barbie movie, it still counts as drama.