I have a confession to make. To walk in my house, you would think that I'm a pretty clean and organized mom. That's because I'm a FIRM BELIEVER in surface cleaning (shhh don't tell my mother!) If the bathrooms are clean, the counters and tabletops are clear and the floor is picked up, it's clean enough for me! I threw my perfectionism out the window about 4 sets of dirty hands and feet ago. And I can live happily with that.
But the laundry...the BANE of my very existence...that's a completely different story. If you looked into my laundry closet you would probably NEVER speak to me again. I have this theory about laundry trying to take over and rule the world. You should hear it sometime. Or maybe not.
I am just waiting for some wonderful genius woman to invent *disposable clothes. That would be the most wonderful thing EVER.
We have ALOT of laundry, as you can probably imagine. I think the baby is actually the cleanest little person in our house. How sad is that? Or maybe it's my oldest son. This boy, will take a shower and try to put on the SAME DIRTY BOXERS that he just took off! I have actually had to start doing a daily boxer check on a 9 yr old! What is UP with THAT??
My girlies ~ the self proclaimed princesses ~ they LOVE to wear pretty dresses. I don't know where this fascination came from. It's a lucky day for my husband if he comes home to find me in jeans instead of pajamas. Fear not, he is very aware how HOT pajamas are. You don't need to tell him. Truly. He knows. I love pajamas. I will seriously take a shower only to put on MORE PAJAMAS. But they insist on wearing 'princessy (YA that's a word 'cause i just made it a word) clothes and if they get even one teeeeeny tiiiiny spot on it they MUST immediatly be regarbed in proper princess wear.
My toddler *the moose, is just a MESS. He somehow manages to get dirty no matter WHAT we are doing. Every Sunday I have to explain to the girls in Tiny Tots at churchthat YES he WAS clean when we put him in the truck and NO I have no clue HOW he got so filthy in the carseat. This child here, he is the only child I know who can actually get dirty IN THE BATH TUB. So, when I can manage to keep clothes on him, they are only clean for roughly...2 minutes. Really. I'm not exaggerating. Not even a little bit.
But I digress. I'm just procrastinating so that you won't see what a terrible 'sahm' i am.
I don't have alot of time to mess with the laundry. Ok really, that's just a different way to say that I procrastinate when it comes to laundry too. I wait and wait and let it pile and pile until it literally eyeballs me from the closet, which by this time is open because the laundry is finding it's way out the door, and practically BEGGING me to just WASH IT! And finally I will. And that's when the CLEAN laundry takes over my bedroom. And Bathroom. And wherever else it will fit.
But hey, the floor is clean enough to eat off of, which is a good thing because Thing5 has a particular fondness for hiding cheerios under the furniture...just in case she gets hungry later.
Finding Peace Amidst The Crazy
Showing posts with label Mommy Confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mommy Confessions. Show all posts
Friday, April 5, 2013
That mom plays the name game.
I think I've become 'that mom'. No, not that mom, the other one. You know, the mom whose mind has completely evaporated to the point that she can't remember her child's name until she gets to it as she goes down the list. I've caught myself doing that SO many times lately.
One of my~little~blessings in disguise, will do something they aren't supposed to do (did I mention that they're not perfect either?) and I will start to call 'em on it, and then I caaaalllll the wrong name. That's when the list starts. And by the time I get it right, I am either (a.) feeling SO guilty (& more stupid than I care to admit) for not knowing my own child's name that I can't bring myself to continue or (b.) walking out of the room looking stern but really trying not to totally lose it because they cannot contain the amusement that they get from watching mommy act insane. It's a very effective discipline method, if you haven't guessed.
So I've come up with a solution.
....I am going to give them all the same name. That way, I can never get it wrong. And more importantly, I will look sane.
I know how important it is for children to have thier own individual identities. So, I'll give them different middle names.
On second thought, maybe I will call them out by name. Thing 1 and Thing 2, Thing 3 and Thing 4, Thing 5...
One of my~little~blessings in disguise, will do something they aren't supposed to do (did I mention that they're not perfect either?) and I will start to call 'em on it, and then I caaaalllll the wrong name. That's when the list starts. And by the time I get it right, I am either (a.) feeling SO guilty (& more stupid than I care to admit) for not knowing my own child's name that I can't bring myself to continue or (b.) walking out of the room looking stern but really trying not to totally lose it because they cannot contain the amusement that they get from watching mommy act insane. It's a very effective discipline method, if you haven't guessed.
So I've come up with a solution.
....I am going to give them all the same name. That way, I can never get it wrong. And more importantly, I will look sane.
I know how important it is for children to have thier own individual identities. So, I'll give them different middle names.
On second thought, maybe I will call them out by name. Thing 1 and Thing 2, Thing 3 and Thing 4, Thing 5...
Thing 2itiveness
Would you think me a horrible mother if I told you that the REAL reason I cover my face when my children are saying thier prayers is because I don't want them to see me laughing? This one child in particular cracks me up. I know, it's just plain wrong. You're going to laugh too. Then we'll both be wrong.
Thing 2(6yog): "And Dear Lord please forgive us for all of the things we did and said that were not good today, and please forgive us for all of the bad things that we are about to do."
(Does this mean she's planning in advance?)
Thing 2 " Please God make me beautiful in You because I so LOVE being pretty."
Thing 2 "Jesus please bless my aunt Tina and help her not to be sad and help her to find a new racecar boyfriend who makes her happy. And please give her lots of princess dresses, *and me too, because pretty dresses make everyone SO happy. Especially meee."
(But not so much her Aunt Tina ~ who would rather take 6 kids under 10 to chuckee cheese by herself than wear a 'pretty princess dress. Have you ever tried to do that? Definently NOT something I would recommend. Ever. As in..to infinity and beyond NEVER. Just so you know how strongly I feel about this issue. Did I mention the word never yet? Okay, had to make sure.)
My sister doesn't have a 'racecar' boyfriend. In case the suspense is killing you. He drives an RX7. I think. I can't really remember. I know that it's yellow. ish. Or maybe gold. Although.. he does resemble Jeff Gordon. But he's good people so we try to overlook that. He is NOT a Gordon fan. That helps. SHE is. I guess that helps too. Well, it helps him anyway.
I think it's awesome that my children are just themselves before God. No pretenses. Just what's in thier true heart. The honesty in it just makes it that much sweeter. But I bet He's laughin too:)
Thing 2(6yog): "And Dear Lord please forgive us for all of the things we did and said that were not good today, and please forgive us for all of the bad things that we are about to do."
(Does this mean she's planning in advance?)
Thing 2 " Please God make me beautiful in You because I so LOVE being pretty."
Thing 2 "Jesus please bless my aunt Tina and help her not to be sad and help her to find a new racecar boyfriend who makes her happy. And please give her lots of princess dresses, *and me too, because pretty dresses make everyone SO happy. Especially meee."
(But not so much her Aunt Tina ~ who would rather take 6 kids under 10 to chuckee cheese by herself than wear a 'pretty princess dress. Have you ever tried to do that? Definently NOT something I would recommend. Ever. As in..to infinity and beyond NEVER. Just so you know how strongly I feel about this issue. Did I mention the word never yet? Okay, had to make sure.)
My sister doesn't have a 'racecar' boyfriend. In case the suspense is killing you. He drives an RX7. I think. I can't really remember. I know that it's yellow. ish. Or maybe gold. Although.. he does resemble Jeff Gordon. But he's good people so we try to overlook that. He is NOT a Gordon fan. That helps. SHE is. I guess that helps too. Well, it helps him anyway.
I think it's awesome that my children are just themselves before God. No pretenses. Just what's in thier true heart. The honesty in it just makes it that much sweeter. But I bet He's laughin too:)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I don't even think words exist to adequately describe the hellaciousness that was my day
Yesterday was the.day.from.HELL. I am POSITIVE that somehow, at some time ... atleast once during the day I absolutely earned the Worst.Mother.EVER! award. Not exactly what I was aiming for.
I was in Cdo Clean mode.What's the best way to get something CLEAN???? Move EVERYTHING out of your way! Aaaaand while you've already got everything torn apart ya might as well just rearrange the Entire room. And if you're switching that room, why not just do 2 or 3 or 4 more???? While I was busy doing that... the Little Things were busy doing All.Kinds.Of.Stuff.
- Thing1 put a hole in his thumb with the stapler.
- Thing2 hit Thing 3 in the mouth with a hammer.
- A hammer!!!
- She was trying to *fix her chair and apparently Thing3 thought it would be a good idea to stand BEHIND her.
- While she swung.a.hammer.
- You can imagine all the bloodshed for yourself.
- ALSO .. apparently... everything I say to Thing2 is considered (by her) to be *optional suggestions as opposed to the adamantinstructionthatyouMUSTobey that I consider it to be.
- I really wanted to hit her.
- I didn't.
- I wouldn't.
- I've never hit anyone in my entire life and I'm certainly NOT going to start with my 8yo. daughter.
- Who I really do love so much.
- Even though her behavior was not quite so loveable.
- But I really really wanted to.
- What kind of mother wants to hit their child????
- It is IMPOSSIBLE to walk away when you are a sahm of 6.
- Okay, I'm exaggerating a little bit.
- It's not impossible to walk away... but it is completely impossible to walk away ALONE!
- Thing6 aka *theDiaperAnnihilator found the way out of his diaper
- He was so quiet I thought he was still sleeping.
- It had some stuff in it.
- He used it to decorate. All.over.his.crib.
- While I'm giving the baby a bath Thing5 comes in to *potty.
- And for some strange reason has to take off every article of clothing currently being worn to do this.
- She does what she has to do and instead of immediately regarbing, takes off running...
- Out the door....
- So if you happened to be driving in Tampa yesterday and you saw a soaking wet crazy woman carrying a half naked baby in a towel chasing a totally naked 3 yo around the backyard....
- Ya.
- That would have been me.
- Aaaaand I put a PadLock on the fridge.
- You think I'm joking.... but I am SO serious.
- Access Denied!
Keely's Random is *SuperFly.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Defeated by the Master of Adorability. You may have won this time but this isn't the last you've seen of me.
O.M.Gosh. I think my Cdo Martha mind is starting to rub off on Thing5.
She just pitched a complete footstompingarmsgoingup&downamileaminutescreamingatthetopofherlungs hissy fit.
Because it was BedTime! and I wouldn't let her put her book in the right pile on her shelf and organize all of the other books that were laying on the floor.
What have I done to my child???
And then shetotally suckered me into letting her stay up for a few more minutes engaged me in an absolutely fascinating and irresistible conversation.
Thing5 "Will you pleeeeesssssase lay with me for a few minutes?
*Me "You're a Big.Girl. Don't you want to go lay down in your bed like a Big.Girl?
Thing5 "No cause I don't wanna be all alone."
*Me "But you're never all alone cause Jesus is always with you."
Thing5 "But no he's not there right now."
*Me "I promise he's always there. No matter what."
Thing5 "Well I think he went down to my stomach for a little while."
And then proceeded to say...
"Jesus is the Best.Ever! And so is God! and I think he has sharp claws. Sharp claws that give you claw kisses. Oooh sharp claw teeth that give you claw teeth kisses. Like sharks. But not like the real sharks that eat you but like the nice sharks who talk and they don't eat you cause they like Sharkboy and Lavagirl."
*Me "Hmmm.... I'm just not sure about all that."
And then becauseI am a.complete.sucker my SuperMommyStayingPowers were weakened by such blatant adorability, I admitted defeat and when we were all snugglied together she looked up at me and whispered very softly "I love you mommy soooooooo much!"
Because a (notSO) SuperMommy knows it's easier to pick your battles.
And some battles are just worth losing ;)
Because it was BedTime! and I wouldn't let her put her book in the right pile on her shelf and organize all of the other books that were laying on the floor.
What have I done to my child???
And then she
Thing5 "Will you pleeeeesssssase lay with me for a few minutes?
*Me "You're a Big.Girl. Don't you want to go lay down in your bed like a Big.Girl?
Thing5 "No cause I don't wanna be all alone."
*Me "But you're never all alone cause Jesus is always with you."
Thing5 "But no he's not there right now."
*Me "I promise he's always there. No matter what."
Thing5 "Well I think he went down to my stomach for a little while."
And then proceeded to say...
"Jesus is the Best.Ever! And so is God! and I think he has sharp claws. Sharp claws that give you claw kisses. Oooh sharp claw teeth that give you claw teeth kisses. Like sharks. But not like the real sharks that eat you but like the nice sharks who talk and they don't eat you cause they like Sharkboy and Lavagirl."
*Me "Hmmm.... I'm just not sure about all that."
And then because
Because a (notSO) SuperMommy knows it's easier to pick your battles.
And some battles are just worth losing ;)
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Mommy Confessions ... but God said yes!
It's Friday once again.
Time for another round of...
Not only is Thing1 smarter than me, but he's also a better person.
Yesterday he called me on not being nice.
Of course, the conversation I was having was with Someone Elsee and we were OUTSIDE the back door almost whispering so the ONLY way Thing1 could have heard was with his EAR to the DOOR and really ... you can't complain too much about hearing something you don't want to hear when you are EAVESDROPPING...
But what I said wasn't nice.
At all.
And Thing1 did hear.
*Hanging head in shame*
While I'm confessing, I should probably also mention my ineffective discipline techniques.
Yesterday Thing4 got in trouble for having something that he wasn't supposed to have, and I said "But you didn't even ask..."
He replied "Ya. I asked God. And He said yes!"
Dead serious. With a totally straight face.
Aaaand I just walked away laughing.
The Mommy Confessions is a weekly series by Life Starring the Kids & Me.
As moms, many of us have things that we would like to get off our chests or that we would just like to confess. So here is the place to do it!
Once you read here, pop over to her page and link up with Mr. Linky (if he's in the mood).
Join in and spill it....
What's YOUR Mommy Confession?
Time for another round of...
Mommy Confessionsss
dun du dun dunnn....
Not only is Thing1 smarter than me, but he's also a better person.
Yesterday he called me on not being nice.
Of course, the conversation I was having was with Someone Elsee and we were OUTSIDE the back door almost whispering so the ONLY way Thing1 could have heard was with his EAR to the DOOR and really ... you can't complain too much about hearing something you don't want to hear when you are EAVESDROPPING...
But what I said wasn't nice.
At all.
And Thing1 did hear.
*Hanging head in shame*
While I'm confessing, I should probably also mention my ineffective discipline techniques.
Yesterday Thing4 got in trouble for having something that he wasn't supposed to have, and I said "But you didn't even ask..."
He replied "Ya. I asked God. And He said yes!"
Dead serious. With a totally straight face.
Aaaand I just walked away laughing.
The Mommy Confessions is a weekly series by Life Starring the Kids & Me.
As moms, many of us have things that we would like to get off our chests or that we would just like to confess. So here is the place to do it!
Once you read here, pop over to her page and link up with Mr. Linky (if he's in the mood).
Join in and spill it....
What's YOUR Mommy Confession?
Friday, June 26, 2009
So, apparently it's Friday.
And that means it's time for...
Mommy Confessionss
Hmm... what to confess what to confess???
Whatever it ends up being, you're getting it in List Form.
Because I just saw the Listiest.List.Ever.
Aaaand ... now I want to make one.
I have to get the Martha out somewhere.
Lucky you.
Don't worry I'll be *fine. Really.
Whatever it ends up being, you're getting it in List Form.
Because I just saw the Listiest.List.Ever.
Aaaand ... now I want to make one.
I have to get the Martha out somewhere.
Lucky you.
- I am totally jealous of Christine's Listiest.List.Ever & I'm secretly plotting to make a Listier.Listiest.List.Ever.
- I ... am a horrible horrible friend. Yep. I totally suck. If my friends call me I will always make time for them. They all know they can show up at my house, any time they want or need to. And they do. But, I don't really call much. I mean, I could call. But I'm not so sure they'd be happy when I called them at 1:30 in the morning. Because, for some odd reason, that is always about the time I think about calling people. I think I've made it to like 3 birthday parties. Iwasonlyontimefor1. I also made it to a bridal shower, a bachelorette party, and was in a wedding. Which I was on time for. You're welcome Jene:) So...this was actually a pretty good year! In all fairness I did warn them all up front. But since they are SO amazing they love me anyway. And not only do they call, they are always at birthday parties. Wow. You guys really do rock;)
- I am always late. Always. No matter what. And it makes me insane. I hate to be late. But, it seems like the harder I tried to be on time, the later I am. Um. Ya. Soooo I don't really try anymore. Now ... I kinda just roll with it. Oddly enough, I've been alot less late. And, just to let ya know... I know when I'm late. So you know how you call me ... to tell me that I'm late, forcing me to stop whatever it is I am doing and answer the phone so you won't be mad at me for being late and not answering the phone??? Ya. That just makes me later. Because I have to STOP what I'm doing. I know. I'm late. I'm really really sorry. Again. I suck. But... I still have to finish whatever it was that was making me late in the first place.
- And, usually... when I say I'm fine what I really mean is that I am FreakedoutInsecureNeuroticandEmotionallyunstable. But ... fine sounds much better. ONLY read the 1st and the3rd ones. The others are just... well ... disturbing. If you can't control yourself and ONLY read those 2 DON'T CLICK THE LINK. I really should put a disclaimer on here somewhere about those links. Whaddya think? *I am not responsible for the content behind the links. I just found it. I didn't write it.
Don't worry I'll be *fine. Really.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Cheater Cheater Cheater
Since I like it so much, and because I was SO good at it last time, It is once again time for...............
Mommy Confessionss
I cheat.
Yep.
I'm a cheater.
I say *maybe to my kids instead of giving them a real answer.
Even when I know what the answer is going to be.
I know.
Bad mommy.
But I can't help it.
I felt like I was telling them NO all the time.
"No. You cannot shoot your brother off of a trampoline cannon."
"No. You cannot get up on the stage at Hannah Montana & do the *Ice Cream Freeze."
"No. You cannot slide down the skateboard ramps at the skatepark at church."
No.
No.
No.
Meanwhile SomeOne Elsee is saying...
Sure.
Sure.
Sure.
"Sure. You can use those 2 big hawk feathers to fly to China."
"Sure. You can use this model rocket to shoot your brother to the moon."
"Sure. You can color yourself as a rainbow. Use these markers!"
I was tired of being the mean one. So now I just say...
"Um... maybe. We'll see."
The Mommy Confessions is a weekly series by Life Starring the Kids & Me.
As moms, many of us have things that we would like to get off our chests or that we would just like to confess. So here is the place to do it!
Once you read here, pop over to her page and link up with Mr. Linky (if he's in the mood).
Join in and spill it....
What's YOUR Mommy Confession?
Yep.
I'm a cheater.
I say *maybe to my kids instead of giving them a real answer.
Even when I know what the answer is going to be.
I know.
Bad mommy.
But I can't help it.
I felt like I was telling them NO all the time.
"No. You cannot shoot your brother off of a trampoline cannon."
"No. You cannot get up on the stage at Hannah Montana & do the *Ice Cream Freeze."
"No. You cannot slide down the skateboard ramps at the skatepark at church."
No.
No.
No.
Meanwhile SomeOne Elsee is saying...
Sure.
Sure.
Sure.
"Sure. You can use those 2 big hawk feathers to fly to China."
"Sure. You can use this model rocket to shoot your brother to the moon."
"Sure. You can color yourself as a rainbow. Use these markers!"
I was tired of being the mean one. So now I just say...
"Um... maybe. We'll see."
The Mommy Confessions is a weekly series by Life Starring the Kids & Me.
As moms, many of us have things that we would like to get off our chests or that we would just like to confess. So here is the place to do it!
Once you read here, pop over to her page and link up with Mr. Linky (if he's in the mood).
Join in and spill it....
What's YOUR Mommy Confession?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
You play ball like a giiirrrrrrrrl!
So, I had a pretty good day today. You?
I've been having a great big AHA moment.
Those are always good ;)
It's like there were all of these things just dumped out on the floor of my mind ... just there.... kinda like a bunch of Legos that have been knocked over and abandoned ... probably by Thing6... for a brighter, shinier new toy.
All of a sudden they've become this intricate thing like... well...like the things you can build with Legos if you can read the instructions. Which I can...not do apparently.
I know. Just follow the directions! It's not rocket science.
Thing 1 can.
Aaaand I'm feelin smarter and smarter all the time.
There should be a list of what to REALLY expect when you're expecting.
#1 Atleast 1 of your children will be smarter than you. And know it.
but you can blame that on ...
#2 Losing brain cells is a part of labor.
One minute they're there and the next...they're just gone.
Fooorrreeevvveeerrr.
In my mind this is said in the voice of the little kid from The Sandlot.
Ever seen that movie? Oh come on you're killin me Smalls!
I would look up a clip for you but I know how much you like to research things for yourself.
Ok I have absolutely nowhere to go after that so...
I DENIED Thing4 the mommykisswhichmakeseverything,everythingbetter today.
Ya. Mean mommy.
He was playing outside and got hurt and came in to get some *feel better so I hugged him and asked him what happened.
He looked at me in all teary eyed seriousness and said "Mommy can you kiss my butt cause I hurt it when I fell off my skateboard."
#3 Always Always Always ask where it hurts before you offer to kiss it.
I've been having a great big AHA moment.
Those are always good ;)
It's like there were all of these things just dumped out on the floor of my mind ... just there.... kinda like a bunch of Legos that have been knocked over and abandoned ... probably by Thing6... for a brighter, shinier new toy.
All of a sudden they've become this intricate thing like... well...like the things you can build with Legos if you can read the instructions. Which I can...not do apparently.
I know. Just follow the directions! It's not rocket science.
Thing 1 can.
Aaaand I'm feelin smarter and smarter all the time.
There should be a list of what to REALLY expect when you're expecting.
#1 Atleast 1 of your children will be smarter than you. And know it.
but you can blame that on ...
#2 Losing brain cells is a part of labor.
One minute they're there and the next...they're just gone.
Fooorrreeevvveeerrr.
In my mind this is said in the voice of the little kid from The Sandlot.
Ever seen that movie? Oh come on you're killin me Smalls!
I would look up a clip for you but I know how much you like to research things for yourself.
Ok I have absolutely nowhere to go after that so...
I DENIED Thing4 the mommykisswhichmakeseverything,everythingbetter today.
Ya. Mean mommy.
He was playing outside and got hurt and came in to get some *feel better so I hugged him and asked him what happened.
He looked at me in all teary eyed seriousness and said "Mommy can you kiss my butt cause I hurt it when I fell off my skateboard."
#3 Always Always Always ask where it hurts before you offer to kiss it.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The Mommy Confessions....dumdadumdum
SO, I was clicking around websites earlier. I know. There were probably 8 trillion other *things I could have been doing that would have been waaaay more productive.
But I wasn't doing them. I was doing that instead.
While I was doing that I came upon
TADA...that was my 1st confession.
I wasted an hour and a half today reading blogs when I could have been doing more productive things like scrubbing the bathroom floor. Again. Because somehow, even though it gets cleaned every morning, by the end of the day, I feel like I've stumbled into a citgo gas station bathroom.
Which leads me to another confession. I don't really clean the bathroom every morning. I clean it every time I go in there. But I didn't want you to know howanal retentive...er...ocd I am so I wasn't going to tell you that.
But really, I have to be.
There would be no other way to maintain my sanity if I wasn't.
There are (atleast) 6 sets of dirty kid shoes (which can get very dirty by the way) trampling all over it all day, boys who somehow *forget to lift the lid (which is not for lack of being reminded I might add), toddlers who like to make *tissue snow (read: tear up the toilet paper into teeeeeny tiiiny bits and throw them up into the air so they will fall all over the floor, which, by this time, probably has water all over it (because no matter how much clean water the dog has in a bowl the kitchen she prefers to drink out of the *bowl in the bathroom), the mirror has a filmy layer over 1/2 of it because certain little girls decide *leave messages in lipgloss and then try to wipe it off (so mommy doesn't see) ~with toilet paper~ so now the toilet paper is stuck to the floor AND the mirror, not to mention the footprints ON the toilet seat because for some unknown reason atleast half of my children squat ON TOP OF IT to poop.
I don't know why.
I swear I did NOT potty train them in the back yard.
So, if you ever come to my house and have to use the bathroom, please be aware that I try to pick up the bathroom every hour or so, but it only takes 20 minutes for all of that to happen so.....enter at your own risk.
And guess what???
There was another confession.
I'm pretty good at this ;)
Right on!
Ok, while I'm at it I might as well admit......
I know almost every theme song on the disney channel. Including Hannah Montana. Which has got to be some kind of sick. I even caught myself thinking that Billy Ray Cyrus is pretty yummy now, which is odd because his achy breaky heart never did anything for me before. So now I'm wondering, is he really yummier now or does bad taste come with getting old????
I totally ball at the end of Prince Caspian when they have to leave Narnia EVERY single time I watch it.
I am a terrible *what I want to be when I grow up role model* because earlier today, when Thing1 asked Thing5 she wanted to be when she grew up she answered "A big scary monster".
To which Thing2 added "Well mommy you always say anything's possible."
Well...that's not quite what I had in mind when I said that.
Aaaaand the worst confession of all.......
I am a secret~closet Twilight fan.
I've read all of the books.
Okay. Twice.
And seen the movie.
Um....several times.
And I am going to see New Moon AS SOON AS it comes out.
Which, I just happen to know is Nov. 20th.
I think I'm all confessed out.
For now.
Do YOU have a mommy confession???
Link up over at Life starring the Kids and Me and let us know.
But I wasn't doing them. I was doing that instead.
While I was doing that I came upon
Mommy Confessionss
And I liked it! So....
TADA...that was my 1st confession.
I wasted an hour and a half today reading blogs when I could have been doing more productive things like scrubbing the bathroom floor. Again. Because somehow, even though it gets cleaned every morning, by the end of the day, I feel like I've stumbled into a citgo gas station bathroom.
Which leads me to another confession. I don't really clean the bathroom every morning. I clean it every time I go in there. But I didn't want you to know how
But really, I have to be.
There would be no other way to maintain my sanity if I wasn't.
There are (atleast) 6 sets of dirty kid shoes (which can get very dirty by the way) trampling all over it all day, boys who somehow *forget to lift the lid (which is not for lack of being reminded I might add), toddlers who like to make *tissue snow (read: tear up the toilet paper into teeeeeny tiiiny bits and throw them up into the air so they will fall all over the floor, which, by this time, probably has water all over it (because no matter how much clean water the dog has in a bowl the kitchen she prefers to drink out of the *bowl in the bathroom), the mirror has a filmy layer over 1/2 of it because certain little girls decide *leave messages in lipgloss and then try to wipe it off (so mommy doesn't see) ~with toilet paper~ so now the toilet paper is stuck to the floor AND the mirror, not to mention the footprints ON the toilet seat because for some unknown reason atleast half of my children squat ON TOP OF IT to poop.
I don't know why.
I swear I did NOT potty train them in the back yard.
So, if you ever come to my house and have to use the bathroom, please be aware that I try to pick up the bathroom every hour or so, but it only takes 20 minutes for all of that to happen so.....enter at your own risk.
And guess what???
There was another confession.
I'm pretty good at this ;)
Right on!
Ok, while I'm at it I might as well admit......
I know almost every theme song on the disney channel. Including Hannah Montana. Which has got to be some kind of sick. I even caught myself thinking that Billy Ray Cyrus is pretty yummy now, which is odd because his achy breaky heart never did anything for me before. So now I'm wondering, is he really yummier now or does bad taste come with getting old????
I totally ball at the end of Prince Caspian when they have to leave Narnia EVERY single time I watch it.
I am a terrible *what I want to be when I grow up role model* because earlier today, when Thing1 asked Thing5 she wanted to be when she grew up she answered "A big scary monster".
To which Thing2 added "Well mommy you always say anything's possible."
Well...that's not quite what I had in mind when I said that.
Aaaaand the worst confession of all.......
I am a secret~closet Twilight fan.
I've read all of the books.
Okay. Twice.
And seen the movie.
Um....several times.
And I am going to see New Moon AS SOON AS it comes out.
Which, I just happen to know is Nov. 20th.
I think I'm all confessed out.
For now.
Do YOU have a mommy confession???
Link up over at Life starring the Kids and Me and let us know.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Overflow
I'm looking for that other mom. You know the one. The perfect mom. Where is she? I know she's out there somewhere. I've read about her. I've heard about her. Even been asked why I couldn't be more like her. Because, you know, she teaches perfect kids everyday. In her perfectly clean house. While she simultaneously runs her own business from home. Milks the cows every morning. Picks fresh vegetables from the garden for dinner. And bakes ... all kinds of bakie things all day in between rushing said perfect children to all of the most perfect activities.
I'm not so different from her.
I can multi task too.
I can wipe a snotty Thing 5 nose while taming a Thing 4~gone~wild, filling a sippy cup from a gallon of milk bought at Sweetbay, listening to a chattering Thing 3 AND making the appropriate mmmhhhmmm sounds at all of the right places, silencing an argument over ~whatever~Thing 1~&~Thing 2~are~currently~bickering~about with just a look, finding Someone Elsee boxers & a towel so he can take a shower because he can never seem to find them even though they are always in the same place, all at the same time. At which time I am also burning dinner & not baking anything.
How's that for talent?
If you happen to see that other mom, let me know. I'm hoping she will show up one day to help me with my laundry.
Sometimes I think I shouldn't be hatin on the laundry so much. But then I look at the overflowing hampers and ... well... it's just not loveable.
Oh and speaking of snotty noses. Or just snot in general. For the record. Rebecca, to answer to your question ~ apparently I am *indeed the queen of snotland and I am so feelin it this week. But don't worry ~ my crown is not made of the ordinary paper & crayon variety, but instead appears to be made from a nice cheeto/drool paste.
Because that's how we roll around here:D
I'm not so different from her.
I can multi task too.
I can wipe a snotty Thing 5 nose while taming a Thing 4~gone~wild, filling a sippy cup from a gallon of milk bought at Sweetbay, listening to a chattering Thing 3 AND making the appropriate mmmhhhmmm sounds at all of the right places, silencing an argument over ~whatever~Thing 1~&~Thing 2~are~currently~bickering~about with just a look, finding Someone Elsee boxers & a towel so he can take a shower because he can never seem to find them even though they are always in the same place, all at the same time. At which time I am also burning dinner & not baking anything.
How's that for talent?
If you happen to see that other mom, let me know. I'm hoping she will show up one day to help me with my laundry.
Sometimes I think I shouldn't be hatin on the laundry so much. But then I look at the overflowing hampers and ... well... it's just not loveable.
Oh and speaking of snotty noses. Or just snot in general. For the record. Rebecca, to answer to your question ~ apparently I am *indeed the queen of snotland and I am so feelin it this week. But don't worry ~ my crown is not made of the ordinary paper & crayon variety, but instead appears to be made from a nice cheeto/drool paste.
Because that's how we roll around here:D
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