-Huh. Turns out having 2 kids makes a person very busy. Imagine that!
In the months since my last post, I've noticed more things I do now that make me "That Mom". The one we talk about behind her back....til we become her. So for your entertainment, I present.....
-I am that mom that shows pictures of my kids to unsuspecting coworkers. Because honestly, they're so damn cute.
-I am that mom that speaks to the preschool director frequently about how my child is doing in class. Turns out he's a 3yo boy. Huh.
-I am that mom that just wiped her kid's nose with the bottom hem of his t-shirt. After a huge, productive sneeze. And kept on with my grocery shopping.
-I am that mom who has two kids...has always wanted only two...and has cried on multiple occasions, grieving the end of my child-bearing years.
-I am that mom typing a blog post mainly with one hand while holding a napping baby.
-I am that mom who has what I call "demon mommy" moments where I don't even know why I'm yelling. And then feel sick with guilt for yelling at all.
-I am that mom who truly doesn't have time, energy or funds to maintain a fashionable appearance.
-I am that mom who envys those who do.
-I am that mom that writes a blog about being a mommy, not because I want to join the ranks of the Mommy Blogging Army out there. I write because a) I don't see my girlfriends enough and b) I have neither the time nor money for traditional therapy.
I'm starting to realize that "that mom" is every mom out there.
1) I love seeing pictures of your kids at work, because indeed they are adorable.
ReplyDelete2) You are hilarious.
3) You make me feel normal about my babysitting experiences (ex. Standing in line for winnie the pooh in disneyland. 20 minute line, not typical for that ride. Two parties away from the front. One of the two children scream, "Kiki, here!" as he so kindly holds his finger up with a freshly picked booger. In pure panic, I tell him to put in anywhere, but on me. "Party of three?" That would be us, time to go on winnie the pooh, for the 1,000 time. Booger? What booger?