So, which of the following was true of the day I tried to sit down with my BFF and watch Moms’ Night Out:

A. I had a “moment” wherein I threw out my coffee, locked the bathroom door, and ignored the noise in the other room.

B. I texted said BFF and told her to forget it, because there was just no way I could endure the whining. (I didn’t specify if it was mine or theirs.)

C. I realized that I broke the screener and used up all my chances to watch the movie, thereby ruining all of our chances to even see the movie (and my shot at writing about it for today).

D. My car broke down, people broke into my house, the kids ran around naked, and the internet was down.

The good news is that the answer’s NOT “all of the above,” but just barely.

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It’s all too easy, as moms, to downplay what we do. It’s also all too easy to demand a perfection of ourselves that no one else expects, or sees, or imagines. We place a burden on ourselves that no one can carry.

What mom among us doesn’t recognize that feeling of failure that comes from the chaos of dealing with the unpredictability that is family life? What mom hasn’t looked in the mirror and failed to recognize the blessing that woman on the other side is to someone else? What mom hasn’t felt the ongoing challenge of humility, learned over and over and OVER, and looked back at who she was when she started and…sighed?

I share my reflections on motherhood and how the movie inspired them over at CatholicMom.com.

And while you’re clicking around, I have a piece up over at Catholic Exchange about Mary as Our Lady of Meritxell. Not a title you’ve heard of? Yeah, me neither. But it’s one I can’t help but love. (And it’s true: I say that about all horses and all titles of Mary.)