I don't feel that I have ever really earned the title of "GOOD MOM." Especially seeing some of the Mom's that I compete with on a daily basis. Some of the Mom's I know never raise their voices, never spank, never miss a gourmet meal, never have a messy house and surely, never miss fixing their hair on a daily basis.
My poor kids have me. The mom that never fixes her hair. Yep, the sparkly baseball cap is a staple in this Mom's wardrobe! Turkey rolled around a cheese stick and a spoonful of peanut butter is a meal in this house and if you don't think so... check out the zone diet.... poor kids. Swimming constitutes a bath for my kids..... when it gets hot out and in the summer..... using some soap with the hose will suffice if time is short. I am a yeller. The less you listen, the louder the yell. Dare you be brave enough to yell back... I spank... and really friggen hard, so I have heard. Hitting the gym and getting ripped up muscles beats most any and every day shopping at the mall for me and cooking.... PAH-LEASE.... ask around... Ramen is gourmet because I add ice to it, dipping their Hershey candy bar is gourmet because we are dipping it into "natural" peanut butter and when we do our fine dining... it is by candelight in the pool at the table there!! What better view could one have?
Funny thing about it all is, my kids don't complain. They, for whatever reason, don't ever compare their lives to any other kids. They never say they wish for someone elses house and not once have my kids wished for another Mom. Don't get me wrong... I am the meanest mom on the block, at least I have been told this on numerous occasions. Somehow though, at the end of the night, they all still like me. I know, strange.
I can only chalk it up to one thing... I had a great teacher. My Mom has always been there for me. She taught me everything I know and then some, I suppose. She is the reason I am so hot tempered and the reason that I can let things slide. She is the reason I don't take garbage from anyone yet and I will give my last $20.00 out of my wallet to a stranger in need. She raised me to stand up for what I believe in and to never just be a follower. She spanked me, hugged me, slapped me, kissed me, loved me and liked me.. and made me who I am today! For that I am so grateful. Hopefully my kids are getting the same things taught to them! If that is the case, they should be just fine when they grow up!!!
My poor kids have me. The mom that never fixes her hair. Yep, the sparkly baseball cap is a staple in this Mom's wardrobe! Turkey rolled around a cheese stick and a spoonful of peanut butter is a meal in this house and if you don't think so... check out the zone diet.... poor kids. Swimming constitutes a bath for my kids..... when it gets hot out and in the summer..... using some soap with the hose will suffice if time is short. I am a yeller. The less you listen, the louder the yell. Dare you be brave enough to yell back... I spank... and really friggen hard, so I have heard. Hitting the gym and getting ripped up muscles beats most any and every day shopping at the mall for me and cooking.... PAH-LEASE.... ask around... Ramen is gourmet because I add ice to it, dipping their Hershey candy bar is gourmet because we are dipping it into "natural" peanut butter and when we do our fine dining... it is by candelight in the pool at the table there!! What better view could one have?
Funny thing about it all is, my kids don't complain. They, for whatever reason, don't ever compare their lives to any other kids. They never say they wish for someone elses house and not once have my kids wished for another Mom. Don't get me wrong... I am the meanest mom on the block, at least I have been told this on numerous occasions. Somehow though, at the end of the night, they all still like me. I know, strange.
I can only chalk it up to one thing... I had a great teacher. My Mom has always been there for me. She taught me everything I know and then some, I suppose. She is the reason I am so hot tempered and the reason that I can let things slide. She is the reason I don't take garbage from anyone yet and I will give my last $20.00 out of my wallet to a stranger in need. She raised me to stand up for what I believe in and to never just be a follower. She spanked me, hugged me, slapped me, kissed me, loved me and liked me.. and made me who I am today! For that I am so grateful. Hopefully my kids are getting the same things taught to them! If that is the case, they should be just fine when they grow up!!!
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Deanna, you had me smiling through this whole thing. I don't think kids care one bit about a clean house, or gourmet meals, or hair dos. I betcha my kids would want to eat at your house everynight with cheese and peanut butter and ramen noodles-especially the ice part. And I'll tell you what, every child wishes their mom had a sparkly hat. Where might one find one of those by the way? You sound like a "great mom"! Maybe I'll be so lucky to meet you when we come next week, wouldn't that be nice?
JAMIE, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME! MAYBE I WILL HAVE A SPARKLY HAT FOR YOU!!!
I feel sorry for my kids sometimes. I am with you...swimming is close enough to a bath. Cliff bars are meals. And unfortunately, yelling is something I resort to. 'Mother of the year' will never be awarded in this house, except maybe to one of our girls someday. And they will owe that to their father. Most days, I am just glad they don't want to trade me in on someone cuter...that bakes.
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