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I’m looking for that other mom. You know the one. The perfect mom. Where is she? I know she’s out there somewhere. I’ve read about her. I’ve heard about her. Even been asked why I couldn’t be more like her. Cause you know, she teaches perfect kids everyday. In her perfectly clean house. Writing perfect posts. While she simultaneously runs her own business from home. Milks the cows every morning. Picks fresh vegetables from the garden for dinner. And bakes … all kinds of bakie things all day in between rushing said perfect children to all of the most perfect activities.
I’m not so different from her.
I can multi task too.
I can wipe a snotty Thing 5 nose while taming a Thing 4~gone~wild, filling a sippy cup from a gallon of milk bought at Sweetbay, listening to a chattering Thing 3 AND making the appropriate mmmhhhmmm sounds at all of the right places, silencing an argument over ~whatever~Thing 1~&~Thing 2~are~currently~bickering~about with just a look, finding the biggest Thing of them all boxers & a towel so he can take a shower because he can never seem to find them even though they are always in the same place, all at the same time. At which time I am also burning dinner & not baking anything.
How’s that for talent?
I think I’ve just had an epiphanot. Okay not really. But I do think I’m addicted to that site. & I really really like that word. Aaaand I just wanted to use it.
If you happen to see that other mom, let me know. I’m hoping she will show up one day to help me with my laundry.
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t be hatin on the laundry so much. But then I look at the overflowing hampers and … well… it’s just not loveable.
Oh and speaking of snotty noses. Or just snot in general. For the record. Rebecca, the much anticipated answer to your question ~ apparently I am *indeedy the queen of snotland and I am so feelin it this week. But don’t worry ~ my crown is not made of the ordinary paper & crayon variety, but instead appears to be made from a nice cheeto/drool paste.
You’ve been on pins & needles just waiting to hear that haven’t you. SO happy to provide you with the visual. Don’t thank me. It’s what I do.
Okay, my neice sent that to me. It’s a friend of hers. And he’s not, by the way. Just in case it wasn’t clear. But they really do think he is. It’s so disturbing that I actually laughed myself to tears. There is something seriously WRONG with that. And obviously with me. I’m still cracking up.
In all truthiness, you laughed too didn’t you?
- 1. You are a very talented mommy.
2. If you find that perfect mom don’t send her my way. After she left I’d feel like a complete failure.
3. Yay! You have a crown!
4.Oh man, I was crackin up. That video was fun-ny.
5. I’m glad he has a sense of humor to deal with his family’s opinion. - I never considered the failure I’d feel like when she left. Thanks Becca. Now I have to do my own laundry.
To show you that I hold no grudges … YOU can borrow my crown anytime you want
- HAHAHAHAHAA !!
You put bo on there !
That`s hilarious .
It`s on my myspace btw .
So i listen to it every day :]I love it . And him :] AND YOU !
- Those perfect moms just get me everytime. I’d love to have that perfectly clean house, but by the time I get home from work, the only thing I can do is eat supper, feed my son and get him ready for bed. Then I’m pooped. I have a ton of laundry that every now and a blue moon I can get control of – sorta…..
- Leanne ~ I know mee tooooo. except the kids are the work. but I feel ya on the laundry.
Brit I love u TOO.
Today I have
- Washed, dried, folded & fluffed (ha ha ha do you really believe that?) about 200 loads of laundry. Really. That’s not an exaggeration.
- Wondered how such relatively CLEAN children can make thier clothes SMELL so BAD.
- Changed roughly 30 (million) dirty diapers.
- Wondered WHY they have to be SO much like thier daddy in *that respect. Maybe HE should be the official diaper changer.
- Listened to Thing 1 describe ~in detail~ his latest story creation. Life in Snotland. Complete with illustrations. And maps. “Daddy lives on booger lane, where do you want to live?” As far away from there as possible.
- Wondered if there is a way to somehow count this little project as ’school’.
- Kissed thousands of boo boo’s. Real & imagined.
- Yet, when Thing 4 smacked his head (hard enough for me to HEAR the Whomp) and I asked him if he wanted mommy to kiss it he just said “No it’s good ma” and continued on with his little 2 yr old life.
- Wondered when my love for my children overcame my complete disgust for all feets.
- Watched Thing 5 make faces in the mirror.
- Wondered how long the “playin with the pretty baby in the mirror” game would actually be entertaining.
- 47 minutes. Yes the child looked at herself in the mirror for forty seven minutes.
- Aaaand we watched her the entire time.
- Yes we have no life.
- We started out with nothing.
- And we still have a little left.
- Listened to Thing 1 tell the very vivid (& unfortunately true) story of how he and the biggest Thing of them all caught a dead cat while fishing the day before.
- Apparently it was SO cool.
- But only because it was already dead.
- Wondered if the entourage of pets that have lived & died during thier time with our children, has emotionally scarred & completely desensitized my child.
- Was actually thankful to find out that he cried when they caught it.
- Felt bad for being happy about a crying child. Still a little happy to know we can skip the years of therapy.
- Would have skipped the therapy anyway. We have daily therapy sessions on our knees.
- Wiped snotty noses 400 times.
- Once with my shirt.
- Wondered if the snotland story was based on actual facts.
- Decided to change my layout AGAIN.
- Wondered if I really *do have multiple personalities.
- Started to write a post about the layout changes.
- Wondered why I was trying to rationalize blog background decisions to an inanimate object.
- Skipped the post and ate some chocolate instead.
But if you happened to notice the changes, and are curious, I HAD to change it. It was a chocolate beach. I thought that was really cool. 2 of my favorite non *Thing things. BUT then I realized that since having that background, I was not eating chocolate. And I like chocolate. Alot. So, you see, I had no choice.
*** Edited ~ Thing 1 has brought it to my attention, that the reference to booger lane was incorrect. It is actually booger pit road. And his dad not only resides there, he is the king of snotville … er snotland. Thing 1 has very *graciously forgiven me for this error. According to him I am not expected to really understand such complex ideas. Thank God for that. I was having quite a hard time wrapping my tiny little brain around such a big thought. ROFL
I’ve been trying this new thing lately. Being quiet. Think before I speak, if you will. I know. I should already know how to do this. I’m sure I’ve learned this before at some point in my life. But I just don’t think the lesson took. Obviously. Or I woudn’t be *practicing the art of keeping my mouth shut. Right now. Probably at this very moment.
And ya know what??? It’s freakin HARD to do sometimes. *Especially when I think I’m right. Or righteous. Since I’ve been keeping my thoughts to myself, they’re overloading my brain. I barely have time to register 1 thought before the next one comes popping along, rudely interrupting like there was nothing there already.
So guess what? It’s your lucky day! If you like random, unorganized, momble jomble. I won’t be offended if you don’t. Really. Not even a little bit. That does mean that it’s not~so~much your lucky day. But these thoughts have to go somewhere. So..either way, here’s some random truthiness.
- If you’ve never been here before, you might not know that I’m a compulsive listmaker.
- Unless it’s just that obvious.
- I think I’ve finally figured out why I like lists SO much.
- They surface clean my brain.
- & they somehow make even the utterest of chaos look neat & organized.
- You know how I feel about surface cleaning.
- In a perfect world, if I made a list of every single piece of clothing my children have gotten dirty this week if it would *magically clean itself.
- Have ya noticed it’s not a perfect world?
- Guess that means I should get on that laundry a little quicker.
- So I’ll save that list for another day.
- I know.
- It’s devestating.
- I know you’re tearing up right now at just the mere thought of not seeing that list.
- Me too.
- You should be careful what you name your children.
- Has anyone ever told you that your child’s name determines what kind of person they will be.
- They lied.
- My sister wanted to name her youngest daughter Harley.
- I don’t know why.
- My mom (hers too) told her she would be a hellion with a name like that.
- So they named her Rebecca Lynn.
- Such a sweet name.
- Thing 2 cracks me up.
- I think it’s because she’s ALOT like me.
- I tend to crack me up too.
- Someone has to amuse me.
- It might as well be myself.
- Thing 1 *9b did something earlier.
- I don’t remember what.
- But I said ‘ Thing 1 I don’t find that humorous at ALL.’
- Thing 2 *6g ~ in her little girl princess~like little~girl~way ~ says
- ‘Not even a little bit!’
- Do you consider yourself a quiverful mom?
- I do.
- As far as quivers go, mine feels pretty full sometimes.
- But I like the organized chaos of it.
- What I did not know was that there is an entire MOVEMENT.
- What exactly is the movement for?
- And where is it going?
- Why do we take 1 little part of what we are supposed to be about
- and let that define us.
- Why are we so intent on trying to make our mark on the world
- that we forget to leave his imprint in the world.
- I had a conversation once.
- I’ve had a conversation more than once.
- But I had this *particular conversation once
- A girl I had just met was asking me what I do.
- As in, for a living.
- When I told her I was a sahm of 5
- and a homeschooler
- she got this really confused look on her face
- And asked if she could ask me a personal question
- Sure.
- why not.
- we’re used to it right?
- But then she proceeded to ask
- somewhat bashfully and embarrassed,
- ‘How do you give them all a bath? I mean, how does that work?’
- I promise.
- That is what she asked me.
- And just when I thought I’d heard it all
Okay, for those of you who actually made it through that list and are still reading waaay down here, I know you’ve had your Most~bizzare~thing~I’ve~ever~heard & the~absolute~last~thing~I~expected~to~hear Moments. GO post about it right now and then leave me a comment so I can go read it.
I really can’t believe you’re still here. Amazed really. Even the biggest Thing of them all glanced over and said ‘uh baby, that’s a really looong list. And he KNOWS I’m all about the list. So, umm.. great job! You deserve some kind of reward for that endurance. Let me see what I can find for ya.
3 Comments:
- 1. If making a list ever cleans your laundry, let me know.
2. I’d be right there with ya.
3. I think Rebecca Lynn is a pretty sweet name too
4. Though, I heard plenty of “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm?” growing up.
5. Never saw that movie (Shirley Temple)
6. Don’t like ‘Becky’.
7. I still don’t know what the movement was and now I’m curious.
8. I’m glad you’ve had more than one conversation.
9. Did you tell confused girl that baths took too much time?
10. So you just hose them off in the backyard – saves on time & water?
11. If not you should next time someone asks you.
12. I’ll have to think of my “most bizarre thing I’ve heard moment”
13. Then I can post about it for you to read.
14. It’s on my list of things to do.
15. Ya know *that* list, the one that keeps growing.
16. I need to type up that list.
17. Is this a long comment list or what?
18.
19. Thought you’d appreciate it.
20. So, now I am craving cookies.
21. Is that supposed to be my reward for reading your post?
22. Great reward if I was close enough to drop by and enjoy some.
23. Guess I’ll have to settle for the Mocha Brownie Avalanche ice-cream in the freezer.
24. Now you want ice-cream huh?
25. If you were close enough to drop by I’d share with you.
26. Sorry.
27. I hope you have a good day.
28. See you on the blog later.
29. I should do some more work on the house.
30. First, I’ll go make that list.
31. Maybe the list will complete the work for me… - ROFL I *most definently appreciate the list comment. You crack me up girl Oh and thanks for the ice cream craving now. You should be a better sharer…
- LMAOOO !
Heather i love you .
That was so OCD but it`s all good !lol
I have a confession to make. To walk in my house, you would think that I’m a pretty clean and organized mom. That’s because I’m a FIRM BELIEVER in surface cleaning (shhh don’t tell my mother!) If the bathrooms are clean, the counters and tabletops are clear and the floor is picked up, it’s clean enough for me! I threw my perfectionism out the window about 4 sets of dirty hands and feet ago. And I can live happily with that.
But the laundry…the BANE of my very existence…that’s a completely different story. If you looked into my laundry closet you would probably NEVER speak to me again. I have this theory about laundry trying to take over and rule the world. You should hear it sometime. Or maybe not.
I am SO waiting for some wonderful genius woman to invent *disposable clothes. That would be the most wonderful thing EVER.
We have ALOT of laundry, as you can probably imagine. I think the baby is actually the cleanest little person in our house. How sad is that? Or maybe it’s my oldest son. This boy, will take a shower and try to put on the SAME DIRTY BOXERS that he just took off! I have actually had to start doing a daily boxer check on a 9 yr old! What is UP with THAT??
My girlies ~ the self proclaimed princesses ~ they LOVE to wear pretty dresses. I don’t know where this fascination came from. It’s a lucky day for My Love if he comes home to find me in jeans instead of pajamas. Fear not, he is very aware how HOT pajamas are. You don’t need to tell him. Truly. He knows. I love pajamas. I will seriously take a shower only to put on MORE PAJAMAS. But they insist on wearing ‘princessy (YA that’s a word ’cause i just made it a word) clothes and if they get even one teeeeeny tiiiiny spot on it they MUST immediatly be regarbed in proper princess wear.
My toddler *the moose, is just a MESS. He somehow manages to get dirty no matter WHAT we are doing. Every Sunday I have to explain to the girls in Tiny Tots that YES he WAS clean when we put him in the truck and NO I have no clue HOW he got so filthy in the carseat. This child here, he is the only child I know who can actually get dirty IN THE BATH TUB. So, when I can manage to keep clothes on him, they are only clean for roughly…2 minutes. Really. I’m not exaggerating. Not even a little bit.
But I digress. I’m just procrastinating so that you won’t see what a terrible ’sahm’ i am.
I don’t have alot of time to mess with the laundry. Ok really, that’s just a different way to say that I procrastinate when it comes to laundry too. I wait and wait and let it pile and pile until it literally eyeballs me from the closet, which by this time is open because the laundry is finding it’s way out the door, and practically BEGGING me to just WASH IT! And finally I will. And that’s when the CLEAN laundry takes over my bedroom. And Bathroom. And wherever else it will fit.
But hey, the floor is clean enough to eat off of, which is a good thing because Chloee oee oee has a particular fondness for hiding cheerios under the furniture…just in case she gets hungry later.
- Haha, that is too funny. I understand the dislike of laundry though my most dreaded sahm ‘duty’ is grocery shopping. We had those same taunting piles of laundry with all the kids at my house and now with my two and all hubby’s uniforms…anyway, this is your blog and not mine. Happy laundry time
- hmmm… i don’t mind grocery shopping so much. Unless I have the zoo woth me. Shopping with monkeys is definently not something I recommend.
- Oh my!!! I understand completely and feeeeel your pain!!!
I needed a good laugh tonight! Thanks for sharing!!!
Tosha
5 Comments:
Blessings!
Heather
When i read the part about ‘thing 5′ making faces at herself in the mirror i started cracking up ! Cause i thought about when you me and mama were sitting outside. …. when was it ? Friday ? Yeah and she just randomly started making faces in the mirror .
Snotland …. or road or what ever it is called sounds ….ummm….interesting … lol
i love your kids :]