Show and Tell Tuesdays | Momfessional Moments
Today I am linking up with Andrea at Momfessionals to share a little bit about my Momfessional Moments. You know those things you do that you feel a little guilty and embarrassed about, but you do it as a means to survive!
We go for drives. A LOT.
Grayson loves riding in the car. It is one of his favorite activities. And since I got my new car in November, it is also my new favorite activity. If I am feeling bored, or anxious or if someone is screaming and just won't stop, I load them up in the car and we go for a drive. I can turn my music on and turn my seat warmer up, and I am as happy as a clam. Good thing gas is cheap right now.
I let my kids watch The Tonight Show.
I have loved Jimmy Fallon for many years. And I usually try to catch it on Hulu after it airs each night. But lets face it, he's probably not the best example for my kids. We don't usually watch the guests - just the first part where he does his monologue, hashtag and thank you note segments. Once they get more verbal, I will have to shut that down.
We eat cereal for supper too often.
It's hard cooking dinner for one picky eater, one child who eats mostly anything, a husband who won't be eating until 11 pm and then myself as lately I have had little appetite. So my boys eat cereal for dinner too often, because I don't feel like cooking. It's pretty much my least favorite thing to do. That and grocery shopping.
If it is 60 and above, my kids don't wear shoes or socks.
If it is warm outside and we aren't going to a store or a restaurant, my kids will not be wearing socks or shoes. So please stop asking where their socks and shoes are. :-P Haha!
Mommy doesn't share food.
Grayson has this uncanny ability to sense sweets in the house. Every once in a blue moon, I will get myself a buckeye cupcake from a nearby bakery. The minute that little piece of deliciousness is in the house, Grayson knows. It's like he has cupcake sonar. But I hate to share with him. But its not just him - its anyone. If Mike sips a drink of my unsweet iced tea from McDonalds, I glare at him. Just basically I don't like to share my food. I told someone this once, and they were appalled and gasped. . And I get rage-y when Mike tells the kids I'll share some of my food with them. *Obviously if the situation was dire I would ABSOLUTELY make sure my kids were fed.*
I love boy noise.
If you have ever come to my house or been around my oldest for even just a few minutes, you know he is LOUD. And I mean. LOUD. He is a happy screamer. And he is happy a lot. My house is often filled to the brim with happy screams and shrieks and pounding feet as my kids run from one end of the house to the other, and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. It makes it difficult to hold a conversation sometimes with another adult, I will say that, but I really do like that ear-piercing noise because it means 1) My boys are happy. 2) They are healthy. If they don't feel well, the house is eerily quiet. And I hate that. 3) The noise will end too soon, and my boys will be grown up.
I sometimes want to run away from home.
I think every mom probably has this fantasy of running off and far away from her duties of motherhood. I wouldn't actually do it. I would miss my boys WAY TOO MUCH. But sometimes I feel tempted to leave the stress behind and just get away.
You will often find me apologizing to my boys after they fall asleep.
Once the boys are asleep and I have had time to reflect on the day, I realize how ridiculous I was - or how I lost my temper and I shouldn't have - and I feel so remorseful. Before I go to bed, I usually park myself outside of Easton's crib or next to Grayson's bed and ask them to forgive me and tell them I am trying to do the best I can.
Because...
I have no idea what I am doing.
One of my favorite sayings is "I have no idea what I am doing, but I am doing it anyway." That is me and how I feel in a nutshell. This applies to so many areas of my life, if I am being completely honest here. But I am doing it anyway.
We go for drives. A LOT.
Grayson loves riding in the car. It is one of his favorite activities. And since I got my new car in November, it is also my new favorite activity. If I am feeling bored, or anxious or if someone is screaming and just won't stop, I load them up in the car and we go for a drive. I can turn my music on and turn my seat warmer up, and I am as happy as a clam. Good thing gas is cheap right now.
I let my kids watch The Tonight Show.
I have loved Jimmy Fallon for many years. And I usually try to catch it on Hulu after it airs each night. But lets face it, he's probably not the best example for my kids. We don't usually watch the guests - just the first part where he does his monologue, hashtag and thank you note segments. Once they get more verbal, I will have to shut that down.
We eat cereal for supper too often.
It's hard cooking dinner for one picky eater, one child who eats mostly anything, a husband who won't be eating until 11 pm and then myself as lately I have had little appetite. So my boys eat cereal for dinner too often, because I don't feel like cooking. It's pretty much my least favorite thing to do. That and grocery shopping.
If it is 60 and above, my kids don't wear shoes or socks.
If it is warm outside and we aren't going to a store or a restaurant, my kids will not be wearing socks or shoes. So please stop asking where their socks and shoes are. :-P Haha!
Mommy doesn't share food.
Grayson has this uncanny ability to sense sweets in the house. Every once in a blue moon, I will get myself a buckeye cupcake from a nearby bakery. The minute that little piece of deliciousness is in the house, Grayson knows. It's like he has cupcake sonar. But I hate to share with him. But its not just him - its anyone. If Mike sips a drink of my unsweet iced tea from McDonalds, I glare at him. Just basically I don't like to share my food. I told someone this once, and they were appalled and gasped. . And I get rage-y when Mike tells the kids I'll share some of my food with them. *Obviously if the situation was dire I would ABSOLUTELY make sure my kids were fed.*
I love boy noise.
If you have ever come to my house or been around my oldest for even just a few minutes, you know he is LOUD. And I mean. LOUD. He is a happy screamer. And he is happy a lot. My house is often filled to the brim with happy screams and shrieks and pounding feet as my kids run from one end of the house to the other, and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. It makes it difficult to hold a conversation sometimes with another adult, I will say that, but I really do like that ear-piercing noise because it means 1) My boys are happy. 2) They are healthy. If they don't feel well, the house is eerily quiet. And I hate that. 3) The noise will end too soon, and my boys will be grown up.
I sometimes want to run away from home.
I think every mom probably has this fantasy of running off and far away from her duties of motherhood. I wouldn't actually do it. I would miss my boys WAY TOO MUCH. But sometimes I feel tempted to leave the stress behind and just get away.
You will often find me apologizing to my boys after they fall asleep.
Once the boys are asleep and I have had time to reflect on the day, I realize how ridiculous I was - or how I lost my temper and I shouldn't have - and I feel so remorseful. Before I go to bed, I usually park myself outside of Easton's crib or next to Grayson's bed and ask them to forgive me and tell them I am trying to do the best I can.
Because...
I have no idea what I am doing.
One of my favorite sayings is "I have no idea what I am doing, but I am doing it anyway." That is me and how I feel in a nutshell. This applies to so many areas of my life, if I am being completely honest here. But I am doing it anyway.
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I love this link-up day! I totally share food and have been known to eat off of people's plates the first day I meet them. I think it's the Italian in me.
ReplyDeleteCereal for supper is the best.
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I also apologize to my kiddos lots and lots. I always tell my oldest that I'm learning how to be a Mommy while he's learning how to be a kid and that's super hard!
So glad I am not alone!!! :)
DeleteWhew! I'm glad I'm not the only one who briefly entertains the thought of running away! I agree with loving boy noise! I've got two boys myself and I have learned that silence isn't golden. I love to hear them playing!
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful sound, isn't it? Thanks for your sweet comment!
Deletehaha these are great !! so glad i came across your blog and hope youll stop by mine!
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