Kim Kardashian could change me

There is something to be said about "being in the same boat."  Everyone in the boat understand each other's plight, problems, joys, stresses, situations. We all know what the others are dealing with.  When I found out I was pregnant with my now 2 year old, I knew everything was going to change. No more getting my toes done or lunching with the girls. No more lazy afternoons with hours to burn, I was about to have a baby home for the next five years, game OVER!

So I joined a mom's club where we are all in the same boat.  We all have kids home, we don't have afternoons to burn and we know that lunch is PB&J at the pool (if we're lucky).  I like them, I like the other moms. They don't show up in full make-up, they aren't head to toe in designer duds, they're normal.  They have slip-on shoes and cargo pants, they wear sweatshirts and the kind of earrings their kids can't pull off,... they look like me. We are all in the same boat.

I remember going to this nature center and the moms and I were walking around enjoying our kids and here comes Super Jersey. She had on tight skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder black long-sleeve top, 5 inch black stiletto heels, HUGE hair and full make-up..the works and she is yelling "Ji-MEEE..Ji-MEE..YA POTTYS STO-IN" mother of pearl are you kidding me with this. One of the mothers and I look at each other.."Wow, that was amazing!"

But as I walked away I analyzed it.  I wasn't just aghast at her outfit and all that made her completely over the top, I was pissed that she was all dolled up. Honestly, did she not know she was having her son's birthday party at a freaking nature center and not at da club?! But inside what I was really thinking was how dare you show up here dressed like that with your make-up all done and your hair huge and fixed?! How dare you wear skinny jeans THAT FIT and heals!! Don't you know the mom code? Don't you know that you don't come all "night club" to a nature center? 

And that's just it. We don't like her because, we fee,l she doesn't want to be in our boat.  She thinks she is above us and all our mom-ness.  Above the cargo shorts and flip-flops, above the claw clips and Bonny Bell lip gloss, and we hate her for it.  So you hear things like "really, what's with the hair...can her pants get any tighter, and really with the heals?!" Granted she does look completely ridiculous for where she is but it goes deeper than that..THIS WOMAN PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN OWN A PAIR OF CAPRIS!!

So there it is, I'm not petty, I'm not vicious, I just want people to be like me. I want to look across the room and see leggings and tops with oatmeal on them and not-so-perfect manicures and dye jobs with roots, I want to see me.  I don't want anyone to be ugly, or not showered, I just don't want to have Pam Anderson joining the PTA, because I'm not dealing with that at the bake sale this year.

We all like finding people that relate to us, that get us, that get our stories, our problems, our issues. 

When I moved here I met a woman and she began telling me how her son was ill when he was little. She recounted the story of his surgery and the way she felt and how she still deals with it all and I liked her right away.  I liked her because I got her, she got me and we both had been in the same boat.

I don't want to go out and hang with Ji-MEE's mom, I don't even relate to that.  I can't go to Burger King with her and her heals and me in my flip flops, I will feel dumpy, we don't blend. There's nothing wrong with everyone having their own boat, we have to, we don't all want to be the same. 

I like my boat, with my hooded sweatshirt friends, it's good here, comfortable.   Unless we are talking about Fergi or Kim Kardashian, I'd be happy to have them in my boat, I'd be friends with them. 

I would just look at the friendship as raising the proverbial bar... and hey, maybe I would even start wearing heals again.