It’s Hard To Be Cool And A Mom

By Alex Iwashyna, blogger at Late Enough

I walk into my coffee shop.

Barista: Your usual?

(I use up all my creativity writing, OKAY?)

Me: Not today.

(Oh, my usual is a cappuccino and a croissant. But only at this particular coffee shop. I’m too intimidated by all the -iatos and -attes at Starbucks to order anything other than coffee or tea, and I’m pretty sure all the other coffee shops are out of business.)

Barista: Really?

Me: Yup.  Just a coffee.  YOUR LARGEST.  It was that kinda night.

The two women behind the counter, who are at least 5 years younger than me, knowingly nod as they think of hangovers and bad boyfriends and great concerts and secret dance clubs and spectacular first dates where you accidentally talked until sunrise.

And I smile and hope that I don’t smell like my daughter’s vomit.

It’s hard to be cool and a mom.

My point exactly.