How to be an IN mom?

Do you really want to know how to be an in mom? I’ll walk you right through how to do this, because really it is quite simple.

Have you ever read any of those books on the power of positive thinking or how to think yourself to success? This is really important here right, because seriously who decides who is in and who is out?

This really reminds me of when I was a school pupil because there is the so called in crowd but who exactly elects them to be there? But somehow some group of kids in the school becomes known as the “in crowd”.

Seriously the moms and kids of the school don’t all get together and vote you in to that place of in mom or cool kid!

Its quite funny because my younger sister and I were talking about the “cool crowd” at school and she told me she thought I was in the “in crowd” and I so wasn’t. I was the black sheep, the juvenile delinquent, the girl that was dating the bad boy a few grades up… but I was so not cool.

I was the alcoholic and the drug addict that had the trashy reputation. Thankfully now I am clean and behaving a lot better!

Oh by the way, if you want to read about my addiction, I wrote an ebook about it and I’m selling it on Smashwords.

So you might wonder why I’m talking about school here when the topic is how to be an in mom… well it is quite simple, this is just like school all over again.

How to be an in mom

If you want to be an in mom you must just believe you are.

And once you believe you are the in mom then you must start acting like it, that’s it really. I truly believe that is all you need to do. Dress up for the occasion of course, you can’t be like me that just throws on any old worn, comfy jersey and old jeans to drop your kids off at school.

Along with believing you are in, you now need to act the part. You must dress up nicely for each occasion of entering the school grounds. Put something nice on, splash on a little make up and off you go mommy.

No running in with the same top your kids just decorated with toothpaste!

Taking part in all the school’s activities is also essential, and bossing the other moms around like you own the place is also absolutely vital to this role.

A good example of this a few months back was at my kids playschool and they were asking moms to help dish out some food at an event. I agreed to help, I got there early and I checked with the teacher where I must stand, what food I am giving out… all organized right? So I rush out of the event and I get to my table only to be confronted with ladies that are already there and organized.

So I ask are we dishing together? No actually they have decided that moms must just pitch in wherever they like and that things are working differently… you know like differently to the way the school decided and instructed barely an hour previously? So they have decided that this is their table.

Oh man this sort of thing just annoys me because I like to pitch in and help but I have no time for silliness and in moms taking over.

On the other hand of course they decided to take over my job right?

So after standing around for a few minutes feeling like an idiot wondering what I should do I came to the conclusion that they have taken over what I was supposed to be doing so I got them to dish me up some food.

Talking to some friends of mine they say that this sort of thing happens all the time, just wait till you get to the Primary Schools and the High Schools… apparently it is even worse!

When I told my buddy what happened to me (she wrote the Tiring Toys guest post) she shared something that had me in stitches with a sore stomach laughing. Her kids are in a local Primary School here and there was an event that once again all the moms are begged to help with setting up. So she agreed (against her better judgement she says) and when she arrived the task on hand was to stick art work up around the hall.

The in moms were doing the sticking of the art work and the so NOT in moms, like her, were instructed by the in moms to work the Prestik… do you know what I mean? Yes they had to work it with their fingers, to warm it up for the in moms.

Are you laughing yet?

Because every time I picture this in my head I start laughing… and no not a cool mom laugh either. The real laughter, the snorting type of laugh because that’s the kind of mom I am.

And talking about Prestik, check this out if you want to know how to get Prestik out of hair.

Now that I have spoken to a good number of moms about this it turns out that this is such a common problem. In every school there is a bunch of moms that form a little “in” click.

They have decided that they are the in moms.

They make it unpleasant for other moms to join in and help when they are asked by the school.

All I can say is that if you want to be an in mom, well go for it I guess but really if that is what is so important to you, just know that firstly you are fodder for my blog.

Secondly while you think you are so cool and running the show, that’s fine with with me but just know that all the non-cool moms are drinking coffee and having a good giggle at your expense.

Just spare a thought for the poor teachers since they are the ones that ultimately pay the price. I felt just awful when my two year old’s teacher asked me to help serve coffee at my kids concert and I told her not a chance in hell will I ever again come and be subjected to the bitchiness and silliness that goes on with the in crowd moms.

I’m sorry but I was in school already and I did my time. I have been through all the juvenile rubbish already, the last thing I want now is to have to face the same sort of childish nonsense every time the school needs some help or throws an event.

For me I will come to the concert early, I will help to get the kids ready and I will pitch in quietly and take part in my own way. I will enjoy my kids concert and while the in mom wannabees fight to be the queen bee, I will be sitting with my kids eating pancakes.

I don’t want to be the in mom. I want to be the happy, comfy mom, with good friends… that warm their own Prestik.

What do you think of in moms? Have you experienced anything like this?