Forget Girl Code, This Is Mom Code
My sister and I think we're hilarious. It's probably a "you have to be there" kind of hilarity, but it's ours and it's one of the things I love most about her. Every time we get together, we're brainstorming about our newest venture whether it be a taco shop where we sell delicious tacos and silk-screened tees, a book store/jungle gym for kids, a dessert/champagne bar, an eclectic home furnishings boutique, or a reality show about our comical conversations in dressing rooms. Yeah I know, we'd be the only viewers, but if that Ryan Lochte had a show and only half a brain then surely they're just giving them away to anyone. A gold medal and rock-hard abs are totally overrated and will only get you so far.
We think it's a brilliant idea inspired by that one time I got stuck in a sweater or that other time we went bra shopping schnockered off our asses and I ended up buying a massively padded bra that sits stuffed in the back of my delicates drawer despite having been measured and trying on fifty different bras. In my drunken stupor I grabbed the wrong one because what do I need with a push-up bra anymore? I have enough to worry about. Tucking my boobs back into my bra while chasing my two maniacs at the playground is just one more hassle this Mummy has no time for.
Our newest idea/fantasy is to have a TV show called Mom Code modeled after MTV's Girl Code.
Since we're no longer the shiny, young thangs we used to be but mentally and physically exhausted moms who need a glass or four of Chardonnay as a reward after a particularly hard day, we know that Mom Code is more suited to us than what these twenty-something millennials are talking about. These gals discuss things like the timeline for farting in front of your boyfriend or girls who can't walk in high heels or how a porn star's va-jay-jay resembles a walrus patty. My favorite comedienne is Nicole Byer whose catch phrase is "I can't!" Everything she says cracks me up!
"People don't want to hear about your diet. Just shut up, eat your lettuce, and be sad. #ICan't"
Mom Code moments happen every single day and when they do, I yell, Mom Code! and then text my sister cause I know she will sympathize, probably already having gone through it. So I've decided to put a little list together so that one day I might look back and laugh. I apologize in advance for all the poop references...it just goes with the territory. Oh hey, that's one #MomCode
You look out the window and see the sunrise and your first thought isn't, "Oh how beautiful," but, "Ah crap, how early is too early to start drinking?" Mom Code.
You don't care if your toddler plays with matches and locks her baby sister outside, you will sneak away to take a dump in private if it's the only thing you accomplish all day. Mom Code.
You are now the proud owner of yo-yo boobs...push them up and they just yo-yo back to their new southern location. Mom Code.
It's weird to see your actual name or initials cause now you're just Mom. Mom Code.
While furiously scrubbing your skid-marked toilet, you unknowingly step in the fresh dog poop hidden on your poop-brown bathroom mat. Mom Code.
You're unsure if the booger crusted to your cheek is your own or your toddler's and then you wonder how long it's been there and who all has seen it. Mom Code.
After changing a bajillion poopy diapers, you suffer from PPS...Phantom Poop Smell where you randomly catch a whiff just sitting on the couch then search tirelessly for the source of the stink yielding no results. Mom Code.
You could feed a small African village with the amount of Cheerios, Goldfish, and raisins from under your two car seats. Mom Code.
Any job sounds better and a million times easier than taking care of two demanding whiny-pants day in and day out. Mom Code.
You give a fellow mom a knowing smile when her little one is going ballistic in the middle of the store (and feel smug as shit that it's not yours this time). Mom Code.
Silence means one of two things: They were finally successful in killing each other or one of them is happily drawing poo hieroglyphics all over the hallway while the other one eats handfuls of sugar directly from the bag. Mom Code.
You eat every meal standing over the sink or the kitchen counter or sometimes even over the toilet. Mom Code.
Mom Code like Girl Code is universal. How would we ever survive without it? Yeah ok, with a lot of wine. While it doesn't seem particularly funny when you're going through it, I try to tell myself that someday I'll look back and laugh and even miss it.
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