Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Scary Mommy's search for other Scary Mommies ends here!

The following post is re-post for Jill's contest over at Scary Mommy. She's on the search for real life scary mommies. Here's what she's said

What is a Scary Mommy, you ask? I believe a Scary Mommy is a mother who doesn’t leave the house wearing lipstick at all times. A Scary Mommy loves her kids to death, but will admit to feeling totally overwhelmed and exhausted by the gig. A Scary Mommy doesn’t really care what other people think, and a Scary Mommy thinks that all mothers win when we admit our weaknesses.

No lipstick? Lemme check - yep!
Loves her kids? - Check!
Overwhelmed? Exhausted? - Check and double check!
Doesn't care what other people think? - working on it.
We all win when admitting our weaknesses? - No doubt in my mind.

The winner of her Scary Mommy search will get their entry posted on her blog, a Flip video camera and a guest post on Eliza's blog that helps promote the movie Motherhood.

So, if you are so inclined, between now and Oct 23 you can hop on over to Jill's blog and leave a comment that you think I am a scary mom. I won't be offended.

Promise.

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A recent (and all too typical) conversation heard at the Jubilant lunch table:

Mommy: "Okay, finish up please."

The Affectionate One: "Why?"

Mommy: "Because, it's almost rest time."

The Affectionate One: "Rest time! Noooooo." Pouting commences.

Whirling Dervish: "Rest time? Why?"

Mommy: "Because, you need your rest."

The Affectionate One: "Why?"

Mommy: "Because."

Whirling Dervish: "But Whhhhhyyyyyyyah?"

This is where I realize once again, I've fallen into the "Why" trap.

Mommy: "Okay, because Mommy needs her rest."

The Affectionate One: "From what?"

Surely she means from whom, but I let it pass.

Mommy: "From kids that ask a lot of questions when they should be finishing their lunches."

Okay, so I don't let it pass.

Whirling Dervish: "Hmffawitawah?"

I give him the don't-talk-with-your-mouthful look. He has the wherewithal to look somewhat apologetic.

Smart kid.


The Affectionate One: "Can I rest on your bed?"

Mommy: "Sure."

Whirling Dervish: "But, why?"

Didn't see that coming . . .

Mommy: Sigh. "Because she asked first"

Whirling Dervish: "Uhhhhhh! Why?"

My head on the kitchen table: Thump. Thump. Thump.

2 comments:

  1. Nap time is sacred. Because it creates happy, good mommies who can answer a gazillion questons.

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  2. I have always shared my babies nap times with them.....until I realized that "hey, that is a quite time in the house for an hour. Sleep/quiet time/sleep/quiet time?" Quiet time wins a LOT.

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