The traditional mom

You wake up at 6:30a.m. You brush your teeth. You make your bed. The children clothes are ironed and placed neatly at the end of their beds. Children get dressed, breakfast is made and then you are on your way to school. Jimmy forgot his book bag, so you drive all the way home, and then back again. You go home watch Ellen, then Dr. Oz, then the View. Time to make dinner. Take a nap. Pick the kids up. Do homework. Play outside. Eat dinner. Make love. Watch TV. Go to bed. The traditional mom is traditional, and any little interruption in her conventional life will throw her off, the kids off, and definitely the husband off. I think sometimes as mothers we dream to have the peace and comfort of a story book home, but miss out on spontaneity. That forgotten book bag becomes the excitement in her life. She becomes afraid to even wear red nail polish. She wants to of course, but she won't. It's not traditional, its not normal to her. Her hair has been worn the same way for the last five years. Every day is like a scheduled 3rd grade class. But this morning I think she will paint one toe red.