Each and every year, by Jan. 2, I am officially out of the running for the coveted title of “Mother of the Year.” As my kids were growing up, I did awful things like make them buy lunch on Fridays. (To date, I made more than 4,000 lunches … organic lunches). And sometimes when they had to catch the bus at 7 a.m., I slept in and let them get up on their own. Again, that was usually on Fridays. (I cherish my sleep.) And that, my friends, is part of the equation of being a “bad mom.” Yep, that’s me.
And after seeing “Bad Moms,” I’d say I’m in good company. “Bad Moms” is a hilarious and relatable film that captures not only obvious aspects of being a mom but the subtleties as well. Then it attempts to pick us up by our bootstraps, dust us off and push us onward, because no one is a perfect mom.