Why "happy" mom blogs make me sick

Is anyone that happy all the time? The sticky-sweet optimism and perfection has to be deceiving.  What are they hiding? What skeletons lurk in their closets? No one can be that good of a house-keeper/mother/crafter/coupon clipper, right? Where do they find the time? What goes ignored so they can make adorable little centerpieces or cook organic gourmet meals from scratch or take over-exposed pictures with their ultra-expensive professional grade Nikon or Canon cameras of their perfect little children running through meadows?  Seriously. Are their marriages falling apart behind closed doors?  Do they ever lose their tempers with their kids? Are there piles of laundry or dirty dishes in the sink?  Have they gone unshowered for days?  Do they have secret addictions and/or mental illnesses?

I want to know.  I want to know why no one talks about the crap. Life is never far from perfect, so why do moms feel compelled to lie to themselves and others about how perfect they are?  Don't you think people would much rather know that a mom is human, that she can make mistakes, that sometimes she just counts down the minutes until bedtime? 

Personally, when I come across one of these "my-shit-don't-stink" blogs, I move right along.  I've read it all before.  They're all the same.  The blogs that grab me are the blogs where moms talk about daily struggles, warts and pimples and all.  Because I can relate to those.  I say, "hey, there's someone like me, she's had bad days, too, and come out stronger on the other side."  

For the sake of all that's sacred about women and motherhood, moms need to start being honest.  This isn't a competition.  Stop pretending that you're perfect because no one is buying it.