Lately I've had a whole bunch of
bad real mom moments. I wasn't going to share them, but life is not all about the sweet and fun moments, so I gotta be honest. Besides, I'm sure it will make all of you feel better, since I know you never do anything similar!
Sometimes I feel so sad when I look at Xander's face. I know his red spots are going to fade in time, and I should be happy that he's otherwise a very healthy baby boy, but I don't want him to have these blemishes, and I get embarrassed about them.
My parents asked Eamon who was smarter in his class...him or his cousin Tommy. They weren't asking to provoke anything, it's just that Eamon used to always talk about how smart Tommy was. Eamon answered that of course, Tommy was smarter, and then my mom told Eamon he was just as smart! For some reason, I blurted out "Well, Tommy can read and Eamon can't" right in front of Eamon. As if that kid needs anyone thinking less of him. He just turned 5 for crying out loud.
Speaking of saying stupid things....sometimes I catch myself admitting that we had tried for a sister for Maggie but ended up with another boy. Why would I ever be disappointed with little Xander? He's the perfect addition to our family, and frankly, boys are easier!
Last night John-Paul and Andrew got in a little fight while the babysitter was here. She told us about it, it was nothing big and we actually laughed when we heard the story (which involved brushing hair with a toothbrush and a shower curtain falling). This morning, Andrew kept asking what we were going to take away from him and J-P as a punishment. We weren't planning on punishing them at all, but since they asked for it, we took away ten minutes from their show tonight. Then J-P said that we were awesome parents because other kids in his third grade class get grounded. Geesh, are we too easy on them?
I find myself constantly
yelling at telling the older kids to be quiet while the baby is sleeping. You'd think the fifth child would be able to sleep through anything, but he's totally a light sleeper. Which is not the fault of the older kids, and I need to relax.
6) My kids eat McDonald's once a week.
Phew, that felt really good to get all that off my chest.
If you dare...spill your not-so-perfect mothering moments with me!