Ain't No Supermom

Category: motherhood

  • Oops.

    C has reminded me to post about negligent moment #310. Yes, I put Weeman into his pj’s sans diaper the other night. Awoke to a screaming child that had flooded his sleeper. How does one forget a simple thing such as this?
    American Idol.
    I told you I am a loser.

  • A near perfect humpday.

    A near perfect humpday.

    This morning started out fantastic. Woke up. Choked down my knarly green tea with lemon. Read the Bible/ prayed. Staggered Ran for 45 min with Bertha and my pipsqueaks. Went on a friendly neighborhood stroll for another 45 min.

    Well, it started out a little rocky. What? There was an airplane. Don’t judge.
     What is with boys and peeing angels? 
     Yep. Crossing the street unattended. We are risk takers like that.
     I hope I never forget how precious these squirts are.

    And the night ended with Gin Rummy. Chad always liked a good spanking.
    The near perfect part would be the fact I missed out on a siesta. Which is what happens on perfect days.  

  • bath time rhymes.

    Sidebar:  (yes I know we haven’t even started the post).
    Ok, so lets lay out some ground rules.

    1) no embellishing in stories. I have heard some incredible sermons over the last couple weeks on taming the tongue, slander, etc. Everything you read is true. 🙂 I say this b/c half the time I don’t believe my own kids did/ said that.
    2) if you are creepy and reading this blog please go away. I have big bunions and am really gross. I promise.
    3) I had something else really important to say and forgot. Story of my life.

    Onto what I wanted to write about:

    So it is bath time for Weeman after lunch as he likes to comb whatever food of the hour is through the hair. So, he was in the bath, I got distracted reorganizing my makeup drawer. Shocker. A few minutes later Brayden kept yelling, “mom!! he pooped! Big poop! Gross!”
                                        {repeat 6 times}
    I see the massive floater and literally froze. *by the way-if you are not a parent-you won’t get how gross this really is.* So after a minute of just standing there in shock-I take the beloved elmo cup that we have had in the bath for a year. Elmo took one for the team. Then like  a sweetie, B brings me a diapie and his “keetar” (ukaelele). Without missing a beat, he says, “W, I am going to sing you a song. Its called {he starts strumming} We don’t poop in the bath.”

    This kid.