WWFHD? Part Dos

After a particularly rough weekend at the FSOM Household full of monster tantrums, disrespectful mouths, lots of arguing, falling over the baby gate four times and a car accident (the kiddos are okay…just shaken up)…I was angry. I go above and beyond on a daily basis to be positive or to be extra nice to all I meet and I never miss a chance to pay it forward. I started feeling sorry for myself because I am good person, I think. Shouldn’t my karma be good as well? Then I thought WWFHD? (ah yes the return of What Would Full House Do?) Then I thought about Michelle slapping her star button down and declaring “Guess what!? Politeness Week is over!”….then running off with Stephanie’s chocolate cupcake. But then I decided that not only do I like myself better when I am kind, polite and positive…..y’all like me this way too. So I decided to channel my inner Michelle Tanner a la the wedding cake episode. I went to Walgreens at lunch and stocked up on their 49 cent candy bar sale. In about ten minutes I plan to crawl up on my desk and devour my purchases…well maybe I will eat it a tad bit more modest. 

 

Mom Guilt

My #1 rule for myself every morning is to be on my best behavior with the kids. I always keep my temper in check and do everything with a smile. I never know what the world will bring them for the day, so I like to make sure they step out of the house in the best possible mood. Boss is pretty cool and gives me a thirty minute cushion to get here every morning which allows me to maneuver through daily hiccups. But today New Girl was arriving early and she does not know our arrangement so I wanted to arrive on time. Of course everything that could have gone wrong this morning…went wrong. I woke up late. Baby Boy refused to get his diaper changed AND spilled the container of Cheerios the entire length of the living room. Boy 1 was extra ornery and I was entirely too rough on him. Daughter called halfway to work and reminded me her book fair money was due today…..and it was in my purse. TURN THE CAR AROUND And Hubs….well he is on my PMS right now. (PMS= Pre menstrual shitlist) As I pulled in to work at precisely 7:30 I realized it wasn’t worth it. My manic state towards my kids…Hubs….myself…wasn’t worth it. Come Monday I am back to kids first…work second. So I’m hitting up the Goodwill at lunch today in search of a gently used toy or book for the kiddos. And will definitely visit the kids’ favorite drive-thru for dinner. This Mom Guilt is quite expensive……

WWFHD?

Daughter came home from school yesterday troubled. Her very good friend had commented in a rude way that she did not like Daughter’s shirt. My first instinct was to drive over to her friend’s house. I wanted to tell her that her personality sucks and ‘If youse ugly on the inside, youse ugly on the outside’. I shook the idea out of my head and thought…WWFHD? (What would Full House do?) I calmly sat Daughter down at the kitchen table and told her that not only was she beautiful, a great dresser and smart….but a GOOD person. I spoke about how even people who seem to be close friends make cruel, unkind comments to make themselves feel better. I complimented Daughter on her self esteem and told her that her friend more than likely is considerably lacking it. I also coached her on how to make good observations about her friends. If she really liked a friend’s shoes, tell her. If she was proud of a friend’s test score in school, tell her.  I am a firm believer in you get out of this world what you put in to it. Daughter is positive and friendly and I believe she will get a whole lot further in life than some of the ‘mean girls’ that seem to multiply the further she gets in school.

I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY....REPEAT

This morning I attempted to take Baby Boy back to daycare after his week long bout of Rosecea. Although he is not contagious, they will not allow him back until tomorrow. (that is another whole story that will only get my blood pressure up) So….back home it was to juggle Hubs job and mine. We agreed upon me taking the AM shift and he would relieve me to come in for a few hours this afternoon. I tried my best to enjoy the time with Baby Boy and for the most part I did. We laughed as he begged for me to put a ball under his shirt and he excitedly popped it out. We ate Cheerios on the living room floor by the handful. We quietly read Pete the Cat as he snuggled his dinosaur blankie. I patted his back and watched him fall in to a blissful late morning nap. The entire time though….the pang of guilt….the paranoia that work was annoyed….that my boss has grown tired of the ill children “excuse”…loomed in the back of my mind. Until a very intelligent Favorite Niece reminded me that I should not feel guilty for being a Mom. After all…that is my main gig. Sure it is nice to be able to provide medical insurance or contribute a few bucks to bills….but without it we would survive. Hubs and I are quite a resourceful team. But without my main gig, my babies? Oh…that for sure would be a life not worth living. So I will repeat to myself today I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY. I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY!

Stay at home...Hubs!?

Hubs is on stay-at-home duty today again with two sick babies. I dreaded having to call him to walk him through tonight’s dinner which required him to put multiple ingredients in the crock pot and start it. I mean, I can do it all….but could he? I tried my best not to laugh but it was entertaining to hear him balance prepping dinner, feeding a fussy toddler, answering endless questions from a recovering Boy 1 while speaking with me as the dishwasher ran in the background. I was proud of him keeping it all together while I walked him through the steps and told him to “have at it” with the spices. Slap a push up bra and full face of makeup on him and he would be my twin. Well, maybe not TWIN but worthy of a round of applause!

Anniversary Date!

Hubs and I enjoyed our anniversary afternoon oodles! We found the peacefulness a welcome treat as we dined all fancy-like at Red Lobster. I even had a midday strawberry margarita…..oooh so risqué! We tried to think up something, anything to do with our few hours of freedom. The only thing we (I) came up with was hitting up the GW! *Thrift Shop song plays in head*  Hubs is such a team player. He played the dutiful husband bit as I quickly but efficiently raced through the aisles of clothing. Total score! The outfit I am wearing today cost fewer than ten bucks! I felt so lucky our next stop was the neighboring gas station where we bought a scratch off lottery ticket. As I scratched off and realized we did not win any cash I shrugged my shoulders and commented ‘Hey babe, at least we are lucky in love’ to which he replied ‘We sure are’. Dang nabbit…I’ll take it!