We see a lot of women these days who are high-performing, over-achieving Supermoms we want to strangle.

Might Mommie have accepted
wire hangers with a shrug,
if she had been on prescription drugs?

But what about the moms who are drowning in life, the under-achieving, just-getting-by moms? I had to admire the honesty of one mom-blogger, who admitted that she resorted to taking medication to avoid creating a reality sequel to Mommie Dearest.

She felt remorse after screaming at the top of her lungs at her kids, who were ruining what might have been a wonderful Hannah Montana moment. She'd bought them a Hannah CD double-pack, and the kids were arguing over which of the two CDs to listen to.

This reminded me of when my sister and I took our kids to Disney World. (Click here for memory refresher about the trip our kids might remember as "the horrible day when I didn't get the souvenir I wanted.'')

Here's a link to the mom-blog about taking drugs to be a nicer mother.

Her conclusion:

"Maybe we moms should do more yoga, cut back our responsibilities, see a therapist, exercise more, put duct tape over our mouths every day after 5 p.m. Maybe we should do anything to avoid relying on drugs to become calmer, happier people. But unlike Hannah/Miley I only have one world. And I want to enjoy it as much as I can."