A few little purses have finally made it into the shop...dragging their handles behind them. It had been so long since I had listed on etsy that I was a little rusty. And the pictures aren't nearly as lovely as I had hoped. But they're in there, waiting for some little hands to carry them and fill them with shiny, tiny bits and baubles.
When I was in the shower this morning (I have such profound moments standing in the steam by myself), I was thinking about the things I have done as a mother I would have never expected (i.e. proof I have become on of "those" mothers I used to sneer at). The ever-growing list includes:
- rip open boxes of unpaid snacks in order to make it through the store
- drive around for hours when they fall asleep in the car so I can hear myself think
- let them play/slobber/chew on various essential belongings like my cell phone, keys, wallet
- nearly wreck the car trying to find the pacifier/toy/crayon/book that's fallen
- jump out of the shower to fix the t.v. channel
- allow for discussion of various topics while I am using the bathroom
- fix someone's toy while I am using the bathroom
- mediate disagreements while I am using the bathroom
It's not what you think. I don't really spend THAT much time using the bathroom. They just have radar for needing me right at that precise moment. My point is that I would do it all again--shamelessly.
What's the greatest length you have gone to as a mother or father? Leave a comment and I'll randomly pick someone for a little goodie bag next week.
7 comments:
This may not be a big deal to other folks but I am a COMPLETE vomit-phobe so purposefully catching barf in my hands (to keep it off the bed) was probably the worst thing to date that I never thought I would (be able to) do.
Oh man, Melissa wins hands-down. I have never willingly caught vomit. I would rather buy a new bed.
I have, however, waited in the principal's office with my daughter until all the kids left the school building at the end of the day so that my sweet princess wouldn't be embarassed by walking to the car after she had wet her pants.
yup, melissa is a prize winner for that for sure.
Does giving birth count? No?
OH... I've done TONS of things I never thought I would do... like cut my daughter's long hair to a bob cause I was sick of it... poor thing... princess to pauper in her mind. And I've done the whole ice cream and snack foods for dinner so I could work a few times. And then there's sponge bob. I always said I would never let them watch it because it's not nice or something... I don't even remember my reasoning... but they watch it a lot now! LOL! This is just the beginning! And I totally relate to the bathroom thing. I haven't "gone" in private for like 6 years now... except in the middle of the night! LOL!
Oh, I could so relate to all of the things that you listed. I never go into Wal-Mart without finding the aisle with the animal cookies and ripping open a box. I work from home running a court reporting business and I have had to mediate to fighting girls screaming behind me while I am trying to maintain a pleasant phone voice as I try to schmooze a new attorney for his business. I put on a mean crossed eyebrow face as I try to panomime them to knock it off. They are 2 and 5, they look at me as if I am crazy.
I was eating lunch earlier today with my mom, my 5 year old son and 1 year old daughter (2 1/2 year old son was with daddy:)). Oldest child had spent last night with my mom and was currently (over Mexican, no less) complaining of a tummy ache. I thought nothing of asking if he needed to poop right there at the table. He said he had at my mom's earlier. "Was it regular or bad poop?" I asked. The lunch conversations I used to have and the ones I have now are VERY different! Cute blog, by the way.
Edit: I did not intend for him to poop right there at the table:) - that didn't sound exactly like what I meant!!
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