I don’t like to participate in school fundraisers. You know, the ones where you are forced to sell Christmas wrapping paper and ornaments, frozen pizzas and cookie dough for the betterment of the school? Every year, I say that I am going to help my children be the top fundraisers in their class by distributing the massive fundraising booklets to friends, neighbors, relatives, and the like. But truth be told, I haven’t really put any effort into it since 2006, when my daughter’s then pre-school participated in a fundraiser in which I raised over $200 in sales—only I ended up having to spend $100 in my own money because people who ordered didn’t have the money (or no longer wanted the item) once it came in. I felt like an Avon lady being shunned from the neighborhood.

I am also a bad mother because I can’t bake. I read all of these wonderful blog posts on these cool mom blogs (insert Pioneer Woman HERE because I love her) that have all of these uber fabulous baking recipes for cupcakes and red velvet cakes and homemade chocolate chip cookies and such I am the type of chick that burns the pre-made Nestle Tollhouse Cookies from the refrigeration aisle. I don’t have piping hot cookies made for the kids when they come home from school so that I can snap a picture of them eating them for my Wordless Wednesday post, and I know that alone won’t secure me a seat in the 100 Perfect Mommy Bloggers Club.

In fact, I am sure that because I let my daughter constantly stay up past her bedtime at least 3 out of 5 days of the week, will give a reason for many of you to call DCFS on me. I let me son (who is 17 by the way) listen to any kind of music he wants to, explicit lyrics and all. And I even find great joy out of traveling without my brood and/or having some alone time with me, myself, and I without my son or daughter hijacking my quiet time.

I suppose to some of you, I am a bad mother because my world is my kids, but doesn’t revolve around them.

Early on as a mom at 18, I was told all of the things I wouldn’t be able to do since I had a kid young. But due to the blessings of God and having a wonderful support system in my family, having a child at a young age didn’t stop me for doing anything that I wanted to do. I travel when I want to travel, I go out when I want to, and I still stay fabulous when it calls for it.  I am not your typical mom by any stretch of the imagination, but that doesn’t bother me one bit.

The love for my kids transcends any and everything in my life. I hope that they continue to love me with my warts and all. A perfect mother I am not, but I love them perfectly.

If I am a bad mom because I don’t meet the supposed Stepford Wife criteria, then call me the black Peggy Bundy and give me a show on FOX! LOL. (Yes, I am serious!)

What’s say you? If you are a mom, do you meet the “mom” stereotype? If you aren’t a mom, what do you think of the role of a “perfect” mother?

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The Cubicle Chick, otherwise known as Danyelle Little, is the owner and editor of TheCubicleChick.com. After losing her job in Corporate America in 2009, she found a way to channel her frustration into a site that focuses on work, life, and play. Danyelle blogs and administers this site full-time, freelances for several other sites and publications, and works as a social media consultant to other brands, bloggers, and businesses. You can learn more about her by visiting DanyelleLittle.com.

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