I asked my husband to add some things that we need for Thanksgiving to the shopping list. When I got to the store I realized he’d just written ‘thanksgiving stuff,’ and if that doesn’t perfectly sum up marriage then I don’t know what does.
It’s funny that we make excuses for ourselves by using ‘mom brain’ and ‘baby brain,’ as if the reason we’re occasionally scatterbrained isn’t because we’re responsible for the mental load of our entire family.
I choked on some water earlier and during my coughing fit, my 4yo asked me to be quiet so he could hear the tv. It’s safe to say I should start saving for a nursing home now.
I was talking to my husband about what it would be like to have a third kid when my 4yo wrapped his little hand in mine and said, “mom, I would be pissed.”
My toddler came into the bathroom while I was on the toilet and said, “you pooped! You get a cookie!” This is the only level of enthusiasm I’ll be accepting from now on.
Best friend, helping me dig a hole: So tell me again what happened?
Me: He came home after I spent the day sick, taking care of our 3 sick kids and said ‘wow, it’s a mess in here.’
I slipped on a toy car and ended up sprawled on the floor, so my toddler used me as a step stool to get onto the couch if you’re wondering what parenthood is like
People keep asking if they can help me by watching my newborn. She doesn’t make me watch cocomelon, leave toys all over the floor, or scream that her brother is looking at the her. Take the older two.
My toddler started babbling a mile a minute first thing this morning and my 4yo said, “I’m going to need pancakes if I’m going to listen to you”, so he’s my stress management coach now
As part of helping me declutter the house, my husband tackled the junk drawer; the drawer is empty, everything is strewn all over the counters, and he’s watching tv so it’s going about as well as expected.
Best friend, helping me dig a hole: so tell me again what happened?
Me: he came home to me sitting on the couch after I spent the entire day cleaning the house and said, ‘you’re just where I left you.’
My husband walked into the kitchen at 6am to find me eating enchiladas straight out of the pan, and had the audacity to ask how the baby slept last night
My kid: Mommy, why am I sick again?
Me: *thinking back to him doing the worm on the floor at target* probably because you didn’t finish your broccoli last night.
Therapist: have you found time for self care this week?
Me: I ate the fries out of my husband’s order while driving home alone with dinner.
Therapist: *nods approvingly*
My best friend sent pictures of her newborn and I shared a sweet look with my husband until our toddler started screaming because his brother was ‘breafing at him’. We had a good laugh then googled vasectomies.
My 3 year old had a tantrum earlier and afterwards he apologized for yelling at me. When I started to hug him, he said ‘if you just did what I wanted I wouldn’t get mad.’
Same, kid. Same.
Being comfortable in my own skin as a mother is so important; for my mental health as well as to prepare me for today, when my toddler mooed at me as I stepped out of the shower.
My kid: No, I have no idea where I left the remote 37 seconds ago.
Also my kid: Remember that time last year when you promised to take me to the playground but it rained, so we didn’t go because you never let me do anything?
My toddler was babbling a mile a minute first thing this morning and my 4yo said, ‘I’m going to need pancakes if I’m going to listen to you,’ so he’s my stress management coach now.
While leaving the grocery store, my toddler smelled food from the steakhouse next door and said, ‘that smells like it needs to be in my mouth.’ Who am I to argue with logic like that?