Sunday was a beautiful day.
I woke up early after bowling, feeling well. Made breakfast, showered, did some dishes. Then I left. I went to a craft fair with some friends. We had lunch and took a trip to Target for 'rabbit' items for all of our kiddos.
We talked about our hubbies, about bowling, about getting older. About the kids, our families, about work (or lack there of). We talked about bathing suits, bathroom breaks, summer plans. We laughed and goofed and had so so so much fun.
Yesterday I was back to the real world. Lucy wouldn't nap, Rex was hyper and bored, Nate came home with a bazillion questions about who knows what. I spent most of the day frustrated, waiting for Turbo to come home so I could attempt to nap away my gruesome headache. (It worked...thanks again Turbo...)
The highlight of my day, aside form the nap, was yet another episode of O I was able to catch in the morning. She had on moms, talking about how difficult this mommy job is (hello...) and sharing some dirty secrets about how they make it through the day. These mommies poured out their confessions, letting everyone know the depths they had let parenting take them to. (A nasty little place I understand fully.) She had on a blogger mom who started doing this for fun and now it's her full time job (can I say dream), moms who write books, moms who have done far worse than me to make it through the day.
In light of these other mommies and their secrets I thought I would share a few of my own, just in case some of you feel like you're the only one who has to ask someone else in the house if they can help you figure out when you last showered...because you're not.
My Mom-fessions:
*Sometimes, I put away the coffee pot when it is still full because I don't want to share.
*I have to ask the kids when they showered last, I forget.
*I have no idea what is in Nate's lunch. It could all be candy. I think once it was.
*There have been days that I told everyone I didn't make dinner because I was busy. Busy watching TV.
*I have pretended to be asleep when the kids have come to my room asking me for things after I 'went to bed'.
*I've given away Rex's favorite shirts to Goodwill even though they still fit. I can't stand some of those pocket shirts after a few months of daily wear.
*I secretly eat cake and cookies for breakfast, then tell the kids they have to eat healthy.
*I can't stand Rex's story time. I hate talking to the other moms there.
*I hate the other Viking band parents even more.
*When I leave the house by myself I almost always stop and get a huge coffee.
*The first thing Turbo & I do when the kids go on vacation with my parents is go out to breakfast. Usually at Cracker Barrel, one of their favorite places.
3 comments:
Now might be the time to explain why we get milk delivered everyday and mail on Sundays....
Nobody's perfect. Even those perfection projection "soccer moms." You know, the ones who are always the first to practically slam into your car in order to get the parking spot and nearly hit you in the crosswalk because heaven forbid they should wait for someone to cross the street.
Besides, who among us can honestly say they've never bought a kid a gift because they too wanted to play with it? Bought candy "for the kids" only to eat it themselves? Blamed broken, missing, misplaced, etc., things on the kids? Set kids up to be the butt of jokes and found it only funnier that the kids didn't understand why all the grown ups were laughing? Tried to get kids to say things they shouldn't to embarrass, annoy, etc., someone else for our own amusement?
Kids can be relentless with their questions, wants, needs, etc., etc. You need an escape from that occasionally to keep your sanity. Anyone who claims they don't are usually those parents we can't stand/the ones ready to mow you over with their big SUVs (it's gotta come out somewhere).
Guess Who.....You are a monster!
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