when I feel like torturing myself I read other people's blog. More specifically, I read other stay at home mom's blogs. To say this is torture is really an understatement. I always walk away from the computer feeling depressed and a little crazy. It seems like every other at home mom is a perfect chef, housekeeper, baker, entertainer, etc. And they must be telling the truth because they have pictures to prove it right? I don't undertand how they do so much in one day? And then have time to write a book about it?
So let me tell you how today went for me... no sugar coating....
Marie and I bought Bambi the other day so we stayed in our pj's and watched Bambi together. We didn't get dressed for the day until after lunch. Lunch was supposed to be nutella sandwhiches but Marie only wanted to eat pretzels... I didn't fight her this time... she had pretzels and then licked the chocolate off the bread of her uneaten sandwhich for lunch.
This afternoon we made dinner for a couple that just had a baby on Saturday. Let me take a side note here to say that laMont and I adore this couple. They are so wonderful and their baby boy is the cutest baby. Ok so back to our day... I always let Marie "help" me cook because I want her to feel like she is a part of the process and I hope that along the way she will learn to cook. Well, we made Pizza's for the couple and Marie dumped a bunch of pizza sauce all over herself while I was putting the pizza's in the oven... sauce comes out of clothing right? I left the shirt on her... we had just made it out of pj's I didn't want to have to change her again that fast.
We decided since we had already cooked and laMont wasn't going to make it home for dinner tonight that we would go to Chick Fil a for there free kids meal night. This was a HORRIBLE idea. The place was packed. I finally get marie in, order our food, secure a table and a high chair (I did drop one drink which exploded all over the floor and a little 5 year old girl). I gave Marie her food and we are all ready to eat when Marie discovers the play ground. She BEGS "play please play please play please!" over and over and over. She won't TOUCH her food. I give up... I pack up all the uneaten food (I did manage to put the dressing on my salad which means by the time I eat it the entire thing is going to be soggy) and we go to the play ground. She plays until I tell her it is time to leave. When I tell her that she launches into the most hysterical temper tantrum ever... EVER. In front of a million judging eyes I yank her and our food out of there and to the car where we come home and I discover that she got into her food in the car and dumped it all over herself.
I am trying to get those pictures at the begining of this post down here at the end. I can't figure it out... Anyway, the first one is Marie dirty dancing in our back yard. The second is Marie helping me cook pizza's for our friends.
Anyway that was our day!
ps. the only reason I wrote so much is because nothing good comes on TV on Tuesday nights. This is probably when I will start doing my blog catch up... and torturing myself reading other's blogs.
6 comments:
You did it! When we were talking about it this weekend, I was serious and you were totally bold and posted the truth...I love you so stinkin' much. Your day that you blogged about sounds a lot like some of ours...messy, some attitude, but lots of fun anyways. Marie is so cute in the pictures :)
Erin, I totally meant it too this weekend. The thing I didn't post at the end is that although I am not as perfect as all those blogger mom's out there.... I wouldn't trade this life with this little girl for the world. And, I know you get that.
Sounds like a day to remember! Don't feel bad. The only moms who never deal with those days are the ones who ship their kids off to daycare. The other day, my bff took her almost-three-year-old (who refuses to wear underwear) to the park, and he explosive pooped all over, all down his leg, and on the ground... and when she got her kiddos cleaned up and back home, she went to get the mail and her son accidentally shut the door behind her and locked her out, so she was stuck outside with a toddler and a screaming infant inside, and her husband had to come home from work and let her in.
And last week when I was babysitting my niece (6 mo), I stood her up on my lap after I fed and burped her, and then, out of nowhere, she projectile vomited all over me, all over my clothes, and all over the floor. And then she screamed for two hours.
No blogger mom is perfect. They just leave out the good parts. :)
We all have those days! But how cute is Marie helping cook? That is awesome!
Carrie, your stories made me literally laugh out loud. So good to hear other stories like that! ps. we miss you. move back.
Natalie! How is your cute little family doing? Good to hear from you!
This. made. my. day. Not because your day didn't go more smoothly, but because it makes any stay at home mom feel more sane to see other mom's 'livin' the life'. Some days are easy, and some are not, but as long as you can laugh at them (at least half of the time...) then we are on a good roll...right? Hehe.
Today I could count on three hands how many times I said "I hear that you don't like me right now. It is not my job to have you like me. I love you, and it is my job to teach you and keep you safe. Now ......" (fill in the blank).
Sigh. What a grand job we have!
I miss you Amanda, you will forever be my favorite Visiting Teacher, and would love to see you sometime when you come back to visit family!!!
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