“Don’t you dare turn the dial. Let me hear this song. I‘m gonna teach you kids about real Rock’n Roll.”

I’m on the highway with my car overflowing with rowdy little boys. My son’s in the passenger’s seat driving me crazy with his terrible DJ’ing switching between stations precisely when a good song comes on. Finally, there is some decent music to help me survive the day.

“The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.”

“The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.”

This is cool. Everybody’s rocking out.

Mmm. These Norwegian kids are actually learning some English from this. I’m such a good mom teaching kids valuable skills on the go while juggling family and business like a real power woman.

“We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn.”

“Burn Motherfucker Burn.”

The car explodes with little boys screaming:

“Motherfucker. Ha ha. Did you hear that? Motherfucker!”

Oh holy shit. The kids are gonna come home cursing like adorable little death metal rockers because of me.

What’s next?

Piercing and tattoos?

My son won’t get a single play date ever again. He’ll be the cute kid with the irresponsible mother they have to protect their children against.

This might make me the black sheep of the neighborhood but I have decided to follow Chrissy Hynde’s example: stop pretending to be a responsible cookie baking kind of mother and instead fully embrace my inner rock’n roll mom.

Taking up smoking would just make me cough too much and maybe even puke, so how can I get into the rock groove as fast and easy as possible.

The answer of course is getting my dirty hands on the ultimate rebel garment: A leather jacket.

Now if I was a really bad mom I would of course go out and flirt with a bearded, tattooed guy just to steal his jacket, but since there’s still an ounce of goodness left in me I think I’ll go shopping instead.

Here’s a quick look at my favorite Rock Mom Leather Jackets: