Apparently I am the meanest Mama ever, I’ve been pushing my dear daughters buttons…
*I will not allow my children to do a little jig at the top of a slide. Apparently they think there is zero possibility they will fall down from the top of the 7 foot slide and land head first on the cement that surrounds. I’m pretty sure the odds are much higher. Mean Mama says SIT.
*Candy. It’s not for every day. Harsh.
*Asked my dear daughter to have a shower and was met with stomping feet.
*Make-up does not belong on the fresh beautiful faces of children under 13. Apparently I live under a rock because “everyone else is wearing mascara and lipgloss Mom and they are only 12”. Sigh. Not ready.
*Homework. Yep. it comes BEFORE play dates.
*I can be heard repeating at nauseam… “Elbows off the table. Did you brush your hair? Did you brush your teeth? Please don’t leave your dishes in the TV room. Pick your clothes up off the floor! If these toys are still here ten minutes from now I am throwing them out!” I don’t like my voice when it gets all squeaky and naggy like that!!!
Distracted, frustrated Mama emerges….
Pretty sure I said yes to something? I don’t remember what the question was. I wasn’t listening.
Forgot to fill out a field trip form.
Shushed my daughter because I couldn’t hear a stranger on the phone. Gee, who cares what some telemarketer has to say?
Told them “No dessert tonight”. I really didn’t have a good reason. Kids don’t need dessert every night?
Hoping they can find clean clothes to wear tomorrow because I was so busy today to do one stitch of laundry.
Today was that day. Boo.
I am not winning Mother of the year.