Loved Mom: As I am hanging out with Lauren while she sits on the potty (can't go alone you know), she tells me, "You the best Mom ever." Awwwww. Nothing like a little love to remind me why I do booty wiping duty.
Guilty Mom: So we are running late this morning (no surprise there). We are so late, in fact, that I just let Caroline lay on the floor and feed herself her own bottle while I packed lunch boxes. This just seems wrong.
Mad Mom: Last night the two big girls were in the tub. I walked out for a minute (I was still within earshot, so please don't write me messages about bathtub safety) and chaos ensued. My lovely girls decided it would be fun to "flood" the bathroom. This involved flinging giant cups of bath water all over bathroom. They were amused... until I made them dry it all up.
Relieved Mom: Kindergarten decision is made. Lucy is going to First Presbyterian. I am at peace. Thanks to all who listened to me overanalyze every little thing. Now I just have to campaign to get all of Lucy's friends to go there too!
Laughing Mom: Lauren likes to run up behind me and yell, "I neek you up!" (Translation: I snuck up on you.)
Grateful Mom: My children are healthy!!! Something to never take for granted.
Bad Mom: At Lucy's Valentine party, Caroline was so good that she mostly just hung out in her carseat. Towards the end she got fussy, so I decided to get her out to hold her for the last few minutes. Turns out she had pooped in her pants and it was leaking out... no wonder she was fussy. A good mom would have reached in her diaper bag to get a diaper and extra outfit, and found a place to discreetly change her. I, on the other hand, had left her bag in the car (which had no extra outfit anyways), so I just stuck her back in her carseat, poopy pants and all.
Proud Mom: During the party this afternoon, another mom told me that her daughter said, "Lucy is the nicest girl," or something close to that. I happen to think Lucy is great, but it makes me so happy to know that her friends think well of her too!
Scattered Mom: I see the other moms out there who are put together and can put together a coherent sentence. I fear I am not one of those.
Pack Mule Mom: I could definitely rival one of these animals for the amount of stuff I have to carry. For instance, leaving school this afternoon I had to carry 2 backpacks, 2 lunchboxes, a box of leftovers from the party, a bag of leftover party stuff, my purse, a baby in a carseat, and keep my eye on 2 little girls running through the parking lot. I forced them to carry their own valentine bags. I had someone take pity on me by carrying the carseat. :) (This may be the reason I didn't bring in the diaper bag earlier...)
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Great post, Jenny! Your description of discovering a poopy baby, only to put her back in the car seat, was totally hilarious!!! I HAVE BEEN THERE!
That is cute!! I have leave the girls in the tub while straigtening up their bedroom. I think as long as you hear both of them talking....they are fine. And if your girls are like mine...they talk CONSTANTLY.
true dat!!
LOVE IT!! Great list and I can identify with every single one!
OK, here's one for bad mom. This is my son's first year of preschool and they had Valentines parties today. There was no note sent home about sending Valentines to school so I just assumed they would have treats and that would be it...you know, since they're too young to actually write out cards for their friends. I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong. I was one of only four moms (out of 14!!) who neglected to send Valentines to school for their sweet babies to hand out. Mother of the year, right?! I am sure they must have thought I was Super Mom today. (I feel awful!)
ahhh yeah, been there on most of those - especially the poop thing..I am rarely prepared! I bet you made some great treats for the party though!!
That cracked me up. Poopy car seat- I have been there too many times to count. Most recently on our trip to Iowa. I had to clean it up as best as I could and she had to sit in it (and we had to smell it) for another 6 hours. I covered it with burp cloths, but still...
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