Differences Between You and the Muffia
Dear WTMs,
As a part of the on-going, pre-Summer education series, I will continue with the lessons on:
HOW TO SPOT THE MUFFIA during SUMMER VACATION
I think that sometimes the best way to describe that the MUFFIA is, is by showing the differences between "WT" moms (which we all consider normal) and the MUFFIA moms.
Situation #1
You are at the pool.
Your oldest child is trying to drown his/her younger sibling.
WTM Method of Stopping Your Child
You quickly turn your head, get up and scream at the top of your lungs at your child, who is at the far end of the pool.
- Suzanne (Insert Middle Name Here) Jones!
- I swear to God if you touch your sister one more time you will wish you were never born! Don't make me come in there!
- SCREAMING FROM ACROSS THE BLOCK PARTY---LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD: JESUS, MARY AND JOSEPH!
- AFTER DOING THE WALK/RUN OVER TO THE KIDS AND GRABBING THEM BY THE ARM. USING LOW VOICE AND GRITTED TEETH:
- Suzanne (Insert Middle Name Here) Jones-----you KNOW better! What in the HELL are you thinking? Can you tell me that? You are SO dead, do you realize that young lady?
11 Comments:
Is the only time they pay attention when they think their child is getting shafted? I.E. as in "it's NOT fair?"
Maybe you can tell me if this is muffia or something else - at our kids ballgame, I found out one of the moms has been taking notes all season to make sure her kid is getting treated fairly (whatever that means). I, on the other hand, have missed most of my own child's good plays because I am distracted by his sister who is picking up other people's used popsicle sticks.
I actually had a muffia who demanded I retake a picture with MY CAMERA because her precious darling angel wasn't looking! HELLLOOOO? Heard the same mom at the pool the other day in her bikini and cowboy hat talking to the other Muffia about the golf camp they were sending precious to and their fabulous vacation they were taking this summer. SOOOOO MUFFIA!
OMG, I just realized that my boyfriend's ex-wife is a total MUFFIA! I'm going to have to deal with her for at least the next 13 years.
Yey! I'm WT! I was starting to worry from the last Muffia post. I'm always up and dressed with my hair and makeup done. I think it's kind of a bad habit from highschool...actually worrying what people will think. But after this post..I know I'm WT! I scream and holler and let it all out when their doing something they shouldn't!! Well mainly my son..my daughter's too young for that yet!
All, I can say, is I love you!!! Especially now that I know i'm normal!
I am so a WTM..evenif I live in England....6 kids, I'm the loudest of WTMs...is there a prize?
OMG - I had no idea how pure WT I was til I read this. From now on, no more denial! I shall accept myself as I am and embrace my inner (and apparently outer) WT momness!
Message to all, just to be clear, grooming alone does not make you a muffia. I know MANY WT moms that look fabulous. It is more of a attitude thing-----do you do it because you want to or because you are out to impress others into thinking you are a superior being? This is is huge diff between our WT sisterhood and the evil Muffia. There are many others, of course, but mostly it's about putting on "airs".
My God, I am so with saintseester. My husband coaches our son's baseball team, and the other parents are forever talking about how irritated they are that Allstarboy isn't allowed to pitch, and why the hell their kids aren't playing EVERY inning, and why, for God's sake they aren't ALWAYS playing in the infield. My feeling is that if they want it done their way, they should coach their own team, and play their kid wherever they want. Hell with the muffia!!! I always used to feel inadequate because they were so 'put together' all of the time, but now? That just looks like a lot of work to me.
Confirmation for what I already suspected - I am a WTM. As if hearing my 5 year old (with hands on hips) yelling at her little brother (using first, middle and last name) to "... get your ass over here now!" wasn't enough.
Oh, yes, I just had to break out the full name and gritted-teeth smile today at both the bank and the grocery store.
I just can't imagine *actually* pretending my child is doing nothing wrong, no matter how much I sometimes wish I could.
Post a Comment
<< Home