Fun Mom

I've got almost 4 years of mamahood under my belt and with that has come a bit of knowledge of self-as-parent, and gawdamn, I am a fun mom. I'm a regular party with a purse. I'm the mom who rents the double decker firetruck shopping cart at the mall and sprints down the aisleways making siren noises as I swerve to avoid collisions with regular stroller pushing moms and my kids scream "faster, faster". A couple of weeks ago at a 5 year old birthday party, I was the only mom to go down the water slide while Minna cheered me on. I'm the mom who takes my kids on naked walks (them, not me, I'm not THAT much fun) through the neighborhood and do not give a fuck what the neighbors think. I'm the mom who always says yes to the free cookies at the grocery store, lets the kids paint my face AND doesn't wash it off before going out in public.

I guess being the fun mom goes along with my general philosophy of not taking oneself too seriously. That has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves ever (that and pushing the seasons). I often find my self thinking "lighten up bitches" in regards to other parents whilst in group situations. I'm often the only mom (dads tend to have different funness thresholds) actually willing to get wet at the fountain park. I usually end up soaked by the end cuz I would spend all my energy trying to avoid getting splashed otherwise, and what is fun about that? Once, I actually saw a mom who was standing at the edge of the water area get super pissed after getting splashed by a kid at play. She huffed and puffed, grabbed her son and left in a hurry. Her cunty disposition and her fear of water had me scanning the skies for flying monkeys.

Being a fun mom is not all about the kids, either. It can definitely be used for selfish purposes. Example, if the kids want to play restaurant I can stretch the length of time they will be occupado by at least 50% if I let them use real food. So, I hook them up with crackers, raisins, apples, popcorn, pitchers of water, and let them have at it. They get a really fun experience, and I get 20 minutes of peace to dick around on the internet or whathaveyou. Of course, I'll pay for that bit of funness later when I have to fish raisins out from behind the bed, and vacuum crushed crackers from the carpet (decidedly not fun), but being able to loosen up enough to let them cause that kind of a mess buys me time when I need it most. Also, letting the good times roll can diffuse a tense situation or switch the trajectory of a whinefest with relative ease. Instead of getting sucked into the bad vibes that often accompany the pre-dinner hour, I put on some fun dance music and we all bust a movay. The kids love it because they get to get naked and jump around on the couch, and I love it because it gives me proper justification for popping open that bottle of wine. Hey, its a party, woot woot! and I'm reeaaallly fun with a buzz on!
I am grateful to the kids for letting me stretch my fun boundaries with them, and I hope they will thank me for being the only mom at the playground in the princess cape and wig at least once before they deem me totally embarrassing.