Ever find yourself doing or saying something or reacting a certain way that makes you stop and think, “I’m such a MOM”?
This week I had the house to myself for a couple hours while Scott took Kendall for a long run and a trip to the park. I put on the Christina Aguilera Pandora station and got pumped to do a little house cleaning. It’s always so much more fun to sweep when old school N’ Sync and Britney comes on. As I cleaned the living room the song “Rude Boy” by Rhianna played over the speakers. I’ve heard it many times before. It’s alright. Not my favorite, but a good beat, I guess. Well, for the first time I actually really listened to the words (because they were blaring at level 50 over the surround sound) and OH MY GOODNESS I think my face turned six shades of red. Now, I’m not a particularly prudish person. I really don’t think I’m shocked easily, but the lyrics had me wanting to switch to the nearest easy listening station while I clutched my pearls and ran off to put on a conservative cardigan. “Kendall can NEVER listen to this song!” I thought to myself. I am such a mom.
Yesterday, as we were loading the car to take Kendall to Mother’s Day Out at 8:45 am, a car from a house on the end of our street peeled out of their driveway and sped down the road at at least 50 mph. I stood there and let my mouth hang open. I muttered things like “ridiculous!” and “totally uncalled for!” while shaking my hand in their general direction. This street, at nearly any given time of the day, has kids running up and down and ACROSS it, half the time never looking before they cross. This particular woman SHOULD KNOW THAT. She’s the mother of one of them. Ooooh, I was so pissed off. I seriously contemplated writing a bitchy letter requesting she not drive like a maniac and threatening to call the cops next time. THINK OF THE CHILDREN! I’m such a mom.
After I picked Kendall up at MDO yesterday I had to take him to Chick Fil A for ice cream. Why? Because he went the whole day in his big boy undies *almost* accident free! He only had a tiny little leak right before naptime that barely dampened his shorts. I figured that was celebration worthy. The teacher told me he hadn’t pooped for them all day. So as soon as we got there I made him go sit on the big potty. I proceeded to do this 2 more times while we were there over a 40 minute period (terrified he would shit in the playground tunnel). During one of the visits he started to pee, except it was sort of trickling out over the top of the toilet since… well, let’s just say with the way things are positioned around the chub down there, it, uh… points straight forward. (OMG, he might need therapy for me typing that someday.) Without thinking I reached over and tried to push it down, except somehow it ended up shooting up and out of the toilet in a perfect arc right onto my pants and shoes. Without flinching or screaming I reached over, grabbed a bunch of toilet paper cleaned myself and the floor off and we headed out to wash our hands. As I was eating my milkshake, I looked down and the still damp spot on my pants and realized it just didn’t bother me one bit that I was walking around in my son’s urine. I’m such a mom.
What about you? What are your “I’m such a mom” moments?
Kendall is 2 (and in big boy undies ALL day except naps and nighttime) and I’m 15 weeks pregnant.
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