It happened, the defining moment, the moment I knew was coming, the one I knew to expect, the one I hoped would come…just maybe not yet….
My 14 year old, when given the choice, asked me to exit the exam room for his physical. Continue reading “Kicked Out By My Kid!”
I’m no novice to poop – I’ve been doing it since I was born; I babysat my entire teenage life, I’ve been parenting for 13 years, we’ve got two dogs…but honestly, I’ve about had it with my youngest’s poop problem!
My sweet baby child has been potty trained since he was three and truly it’s been smooth sailing. Sure, he may have the stinkiest shit in the house and he has a knack for needing to go every time we’re out to eat, always when my dinner is served, but recently he’s become a serial middle of the night pooper.
The first few (25) times I held it together, but how many days in a row can a mom be expected to wash soiled sheets and underwear before she loses it?!?!!!?!? Continue reading “The Poop Problem”
Yep, this email exchange is 100%, bonafide for real between me and my best friend…also a working mom…a real life conversation between moms
Me @ 9:33 pm : Got home from book club tonight, kid’s asleep in my bed and his sheets are still in the damn dryer…are you serious?!?? One night, can’t I have just ONE night? Oh, did I mention the pan of cookies that is sitting on the counter? Grrrrrrrrr….
Me @ 6:43 am: Oh and it gets better….open up same kids’s backpack to get his lunch box and find the “Surprise Box” homework which needs to be returned to school today! Aaarrggggggggggggg!
Friend @ 9:58 am: If they were single, nothing would get done, our kids would have dirty clothes, dirty bodies, dirty teeth, food would be rotting in their lunchboxes, they’d flunk out of school, no one would change a light bulb, a roll of toilet paper, put a new bar of soap in the shower, feed the dog, buy birthday presents, unload the dishwasher, wipe up a spill
Me @ 10:50 am: ….sheets would never get cleaned, bills would never get paid, manners would be gone for good, my kids would weigh 300 pounds and have TVs in their bedrooms….
Friend @ 5:43 pm: This was fun in a sick kind of way.
Gotta have a friend like this!
Devastating…completely devastating. I just dropped off the littlest this morning and just like I do every day, I said “Give me a kiss.”
His response, not the usual pucker-up, but a tiny whisper, “Can we go just one day without a kiss?”
Sad, sad day in this Momma’s life….
It’s easy to see why so many kids lack discipline these days – being the parent who sets the appropriate boundaries just isn’t fun…at all. We’ve set lots of guidelines around #2’s cell phone including earning the privilege of using it on a daily basis by getting himself out of bed (among other things). Thus far, this has proven to be parenting genius…except when it’s not. Continue reading “Doing the Right Thing As A Mom Feels So Bad!”
I hate kindergarten homework. Actually, I don’t hate it, I hate the conundrum it presents.
Let me explain. My youngest had an amazing field trip to Fire Station 22. Upon their return to school he was asked to create a fire safety plan for his family. (Bad Mom confession: we didn’t already have one.) Along with the 11×17 paper that was sent home was a tidy looking floor plan of the perfect family’s house complete with nicely labeled rooms and arrow identifying clear paths to safety…no pressure. Continue reading “Whose Homework Is It Anyway?”