You saw the movie.  No doubt, you’ve also met this mother.  She’s the one who can’t remember your name, who your kids are or where you live–even though she’s been introduced to you fifteen times.  Don’t worry–it’s her, not you. (Unless of course, you’re that Groundhog Mother.)

If there’s one consolation at the end of a long, tiring afternoon, it’s seeing another mom when you pick your kid up, sharing a little chit chat, maybe stepping inside her front door to have a look around.  It’s not that you’re nosy exactly, it’s just nice to have adult, human contact.  That, and you’ve watched a lot of HGTV and want to see what her digs look like.  Which makes it very weird indeed when the other mother says, “Oh, I’ll get him,” and leaves you standing with your boots on in her mudroom or worse yet, at the front door.  We can figure out what the reason is — messy house, embarrassment over the furniture, or lack thereof — but still, it’s weird.  And by the way, if you’re the one standing on the threshold after you’ve been invited in, that’s weird too.  (Do you agree?   Let us know at www.weirdthingsmomsdo.com)

If you’re still saying Happy New Year, now might be a good time to give this one up. We don’t know when the official deadline is for ending this cheerful salutation, but trust us, it’s passed. Start thinking Winter Break (as in, what are your plans for?) and Groundhog Day instead. If you’re insistent on this Happy New Year thing, Chinese New Year begins February 14th.

Or the hot Bakugan. Or the right Wii game. . . . It’s true we want to do right by our kids–and even truer that nothing says love like the perfect Hannukah or Christmas present. (Or else, why would we obsess about it?) But sometimes, you just gotta let it go!  Here’s to a stress-free holiday.

Every cool mom we know swears she won’t listen to bad, kitschy kids’ music.  But if we had a dime for every mom who’s broken her promise . . . Well, you know the rest.  We’d be rich.  Enter babies.  Toddlers.  Screaming you-know-whats and you’ve got a desperate desire for quiet even in the form of sing-songy terrible lyrics that reverberate around the back seat.  What’s weird isn’t how bad the music is, but how catchy it is; you can’t ever get the songs out of your head!  (We know some of you secretly hum it to yourself in the shower.)  If you want to break the habit for good, or just enjoy some musical fun on a rainy afternoon, check out www.kidrockers.com for kids’ concerts with up and coming rock bands who play at kid friendly times.  You just might catch the cool music habit all over again–and get a much needed infusion to your music collection.

Even if you’ve never played a team sport in your life, we’ll bet you’ve sat at your son’s or daughter’s games shouting what they should do.  As if you knew!  As if this isn’t totally weird.  There’s a coach on the field.  And presuming it’s not you, is it really necessary to help Luke with soccer strategy from forty feet away?

Maybe this is just our way of holding on to summer.  More likely, we’re so overwhelmed with school calendars and PTA forms that we fear we may never get organized again.  Our solution: write every activity, meeting and potential playdate in our calendar, from now through next summer.  The truth is, this super advanced planning probably isn’t such a bad idea.  Every year our kids get smarter while we lose all ability to retain information. One mom we know has already planned grandparents visiting day for July 2010!

It’s totally weird and totally uncomfortable but more than a few moms have told us that they prefer to conduct conference calls from the closet rather than deal with pounding on the door to their home office.  It’s not that their kids don’t know they’re working from home.  Even a baby can sense that!  But a mother’s voice inevitably signals the “want” pheromone in any offspring under 21 (and sometimes beyond).  Better to squat in the darkness than listen to your children pounding on the door.

Once upon a time, the grand tour was reserved for trips to Europe or a serious look at colleges. But today, the whole family piles in the minivan to visit a half dozen summer camps for their elementary age children. Isn’t it weird to put this much emphasis on summer camp? And isn’t it even weirder to give the kid so much power over the decision? And yet, so many moms do it! We’ve all been sucked into the vortex of hyper parenting. We’d like to propose that one person in every neighborhood be the designated camp researcher and just tell the rest of us what to do.

It’s weird, but true, that “let’s get coffee,” almost always means, I’ve got to go and don’t want to seem rude. This isn’t 1950. Does anyone really have time for a coffee date?  You’re either working full time, on your way to the gym, or having your java jolt just to get out of the house on time. Yet moms say this all the time in the hopes that the other mother’s too busy to take them up on it.