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8:00 p.m. bedtime comes early once in a while to same Mom’s sanity. I’m not sure what we’ll do when they learn to tell time.
Sometimes I fake having to pee just so I can have a minute or two to myself.
Sorry kid, most of your Halloween candy was eaten by me. You don’t need that much sugar. I don’t either, but I am an adult so I can do what I want.
Those ballons that seemed like a fun idea before the birthday party in July were super annoying when they never popped and were still hanging around all over the house in the beginning of September… I may have helped them develop some holes and deflate.
I have only made it to work on time once in a month. Someone always has a meltdown or poops right as I am ready to walk out the door.
“You’ll have to ask your dad,” is my go-to when I don’t want to be the bad mom for saying no.
Caillou “doesn’t work” on the PBS app at our house.
Coffee is mommy’s best friend. I don’t know how some people get through life without it.
Is it weird that it isn’t weird to me any more to be covered in another little human’s poop, puke, and/or snot (sometimes all at the same time)?
Distracting the biggest kid with games on my old Kindle or PJ Masks on Netflix is the only way I can cook supper or put the littlest one to bed some nights.
I have learned to open the noisy glass snack jar really quietly because my kid has incredible hearing. Seriously, she may be an X-Men worthy mutant.
Often the easiest way to get Abby to eat a healthy breakfast is to share mine. Give her a bowl of oatmeal and she will say it is disgusting. Share oatmeal out of my bowl with her and she says it is delicious.
Abby is still using her pacifier. I’ve got her down to only using it at night, but at the moment I’m still trying to get her potty trained. I will fight the binky battle later.
Right now while the kids are playing at their grandparents’ house I am extremely tempted to go to the cupcake store a few blocks away and get a cupcake just for myself. Not to share.
When my alarm clock rings at 5:00 a.m. I often consider calling in sick just to get a day alone. I never do it, but I can daydream about it.
I think I like Spaghetti-os, PB&J sandwiches, and kid cereal more than my kid does. I am OK with that.
I may be more excited to play with Barbies, My Little Pony, or Care Bears than Abby is. I loved them so much as a kid.