Okay, I saw Mr. Mom when it came out in 1983. I was only 11 but I *loved* the movie, thought it was hilarious . . . but I didn’t “get” some of it being a child and not in the PTA or workplace. Now however . . . . It rings so true for me. It should almost be the stay-at-home-mom bible!

The movie is so right on (I haven’t seen it in years, but I can remember so much about it). But I wonder why it is that it took a man to accurately portray a woman’s struggles. Now maybe we don’t all have the same strains ole Jack did—I have never used an iron on grilled cheese, but it has been done by many I am sure! But we all have moments when we have NO CLUE what to do or why we bother.

And hello . . . . the school driveway scenes . . . every damn morning there is some schmuck dropping their child off and NOT following the traffic rules. (and don’t get me started on the folks with the “mom’s taxi” who can’t freaking drive in only one lane and block the rest for EVERYone or the kids who get out of their car and don’t even look to see if someone may be coming up beside their parent who is dropping them off in the wrong damn lane . . . can you see I have a MAJOR issue with this???? Dropping off at three schools a day can get your blood pressure WAY up!) OMG!

Of course my fave character was Joan—Ann Jillian. She was the sexy coupon-ante poker playing trollip. When you envisioned motherhood, PTA and the likes, you wanted to be the wanton babe who seemed to have all the fun right? Or was that just me?

Ames says I have this Madonna/whore thing going for me (Madonna being the biblical version not the cone-breast wearing one). Maybe Mr Mom is why. I mean as I said it’s been years since I have seen it and I could probably describe it to you scene for scene all the years later. It left a HUGE impression on me.

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