Supermoms Wear Sweatpants

I grew up watching TV shows with beautifully poised, coiffed mother-figures like June Cleaver, Carol Brady, Claire Huxtable, and heck, even Wilma Flintstone. They always had the right thing to say at the right time with the right hair, make up, and clothes. That was the kind of mother I wanted to be.

And then I had kids.

Those TV supermoms didn’t have children with toes poking out of their socks while wearing their t-shirts tag-side-out. They didn’t take their kids out in public with half their PBJ sandwich contents dried onto their cheeks.

I’m pretty sure their family vehicle didn’t host remnants of the previous six months’ snacks, Happy Meal toys, Lego heads, broken crayons, and a missing tooth lodged between the van’s seat cushions.

When we lived in L.A. I knew a real-live mother of eight that was like those famous TV moms.

She was the beautiful matriarch of a m