Meet one of the four new faces of mommyhood:
Bree, a 27 year old SAHM. With a successful, yet always on the go husband, Bree on the outside has it all: looks, a devastatingly handsome husband, big house, fancy clothes, and a killer post baby bod. Living in the new self-described mommy Pleasantville, she is the envy of her friends back hom from the small town in the South where she hails from, a small cry in comparison to her life now. Yet with all the luxuries and 3 rambunctious but beautiful children, Bree can't help but think there may be something more, something to fill the slight emptiness she feels after she's tucked the kids in and she sits on her plush couch, glass of red wine in her manicured hand, waiting for her husband to come home after yet another late night....
CHAPTER ONE
What in the????....thought Bree as she tried to scrape off the unknown green paste from the edge of the coffee table. She put on her yellow cleaning gloves which, with three kids may as well now be a wardrobe staple, and began to scrape of the unknown goo.
“Moooommmeeeeee!!!!!” a shrill cry came from the next room as she remained stooped on her hands and knees, ready to scrape off the unsuspecting goo from the ridiculously expensive coffee table her husband bought on a whim. “It’ll look good with the rest of our stuff,” Mark had said, as if the thousands of dollars worth of furniture in their enormous living room could be airily be called “stuff”. Bree had agreed to purchase the table knowing full well its destiny would not be an elegant addition in their home, but to be a receptacle for such unknown kid goo all over it. However, Mark rarely spent time at home lately to see what his angelic children were really like, let alone see the lengths his wife had to go through to keep their home immaculate.
Bree gave a quick sigh and quickly jumped to her feet, sprinting to the playroom. There in the room sat two pink faced cherubs, with two sets of big, blue eyes, peering up at Bree with unknown red marking across those cherub-cheeks. Pointing a fierce finger at the boys was their older sister, a raven haired beauty of a three year old whose bow shaped lips and large hazel eyes were in a heatedly twisted in an enraged look as she looked on at the culprits. “The babies ruined my pic-a-ture!! And theys eating all my markers!!” she cried, looking on to her mother for justice in this heinous crime the 16 month old twins had committed. The boys again looked up at their mother, wide eyes displaying a shocked look of innocence that at any moment could turn into endless wails and tears, something that Bree could not tolerate today.
She quickly scooped both of them up, one in each arm before the meltdown had a chance to begin and looked at her daughter. “Alexis, I’ve told you honey. Tommy and Jake-y don’t know how to do big-girl things yet. They’re only babies and don’t know any better.” Alexis crossed her arms and pouted. “Not fair! Babies cant do anything theys wants just cause they’s babies mommy!” Bree looked at her indignant three-year-old and heaved a sigh. “Lex, I know that ,but you have to be the big girl and understand that they don’t know yet. You know better. I’m going to give the boys a quick bath, so can you stay here and finish coloring like a good girl?”
“Can I watch tv, mommy? I done coloring now so I wanna watch tv.” Standing there with two 16 month-old now cranky boys covered in paint Bree thought, Boy this girl doesn’t miss a beat. Bree sighed once again as she quickly popped in the latest iCarly DVD in for Alexis, a show made for the tween genre but Alexis insisted her mother purchase for her since, in her words, other shows are "for babies". Letting my 3 ½ year old con me into letting her watch mindless tv, Bree thought...... what would the stay-at- home mommies think?
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