I hope you’ve had the chance to read some of the true-life confessions on yesterday’s topic of women’s most over the top mom moments (and if you don’t laugh out loud to the one mom’s resignation letter written to her daughter, I can’t help you.)
So here is my very own, “I don’t think I’m qualified for this job” mom moment.
I was driving to a friend’s house to drop off a rubber stamp she had ordered from an at-home party I had hosted. I was doing my best to set expectations for Justen,5 at the time, and Kimberly, 3 and strapped into her car seat. “Yes, we are going over to Miss Tammy’s house. But we can’t stay and play with the kids. Mommy has a lot of errands to run and we don’t have time. Yes Kimberly. I know that Julia is your friend and you want to play with her, but you will not be getting out of the car. I don’t care how much you cry and pout. You are not getting out of the car.”
So, I went up to Tammy’s front door to drop off the rubber stamp and chat with her for JUST A MINUTE while the kids waited in the car in her driveway. When I got back to the car, everyone had settled down.
And that’s when I sat down and the driver’s seat went SQUISH.
After much investigation and forcing Justen to rat out his sister, I got the details of the events that had occurred.
Kimberly had:
1. Managed to get out of her car seat. (Safety seat my foot.)
2. Climbed into the front seat.
3. Removed her Pull-up.
4. Whizzed in my seat.
5. Pulled up the Pull-up
6. Gotten back into her car seat.
And now. 15 years later? Kimberly is still very proud of that moment in her life.
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I have so many. Katie’s kindergarten teacher said that she was the most strong-willed child that he had ever met, but his will was stronger. I walked away and laughed thinking that Katie will be just as independent as the day she entered kindergarten. The first day of preschool I dropped her off and before I had gotten in the car she had decked one of the other kids because he had gotten into her territory. I asked her to step over to the chain link fence; I bent down and held both of her shoulders with my arms through the fence and said eye to eye, “They have time out here, too.” One day around this same time she came into the family room, grabbed a chip and some dip and flung it into the kitchen saying, “yeah, I know I’m in time out.” I think she thought she didn’t have to clean it up. Cleaning was painful and she would drop to her knees and arch her back and almost howl, finally getting the job done when she decided nothing else was going to get her out of it.
What I knew about Katie is that this strong-willed child of God was creative and loved words. I knew that one day she would come into her own, but not in the way the school necessarily wanted her to be molded to. She is now 20, in college and loves learning. She excels in school and I am so proud of her. And yes, she is still strong-willed!
Just thought that you should be reminded to do some research for your upcomming book “The Auntie Project”.
Two and a half year old Elsa Richerson is very into taking turns. Actually, dolling out turns, or the turn police. Everything is Mommy’s turn. Elsa, it’s time to brush your teeth! “No, it’s Mommy’s turn.” Elsa, do you want daddy to get you a glass of water? “yes” ok I’ll be right back. “No, it’s Mommy’s turn.” Elsa, you have pee pee pants, shall we go and change them? “No, it’s Mommy’s turn.” Elsa, are you ready to take a bath? “Mommy, are you comming? No Daddy, you stay here, it’s Mommy’s turn.” Ok Elsa, I’m just going to start the bath for Mommy. “No, it’s Mommy’s turn.” Elsa, it’s time to read a book before bed. “No it’s Mommy’s turn.” No, it’s Daddy’s turn to read a book. (book gets read to Elsa) “Now Daddy…. (kiss, fake hug including the “ohhhhhh” with actually no physical hug. More of a courtesy hug)…. go away, it’s Mommy’s turn. Daddy go out the door.” (as Mommy gets ready to read the exact same book) Yes, this was just last night. Mommy is ready for it to be Daddy’s turn.
where can I read yesterday’s comments????? What did I miss??
If I post, do I need to tell another ”my kids are killing me” post? LOL
I want to see the resignation letter becasue I am soooooooo there! ‘-)
My little princess has ALWAYS had a strong sense of self and a blatant disregard for authority.
I have sooooo many ”precious” stories but this one still makes me laugh.
Sophie was three at the time. Patrick (dad and hubster) had just gotten home from work. We wanted some alone time…..5, 10 minutes tops. Kids so don’t get the time concept at that age. We called the bed “grown-up island” and that the kids had to go and play somewhere else while mommy and daddy had some quiet time. Yes, REAL quiet time! Well, Miss Thang told daddy no. She got up on her little foot stool (bed was tall), stomped her little foot and gave daddy the stink eye. Daddy got off the bed and walked around the edge to swat her little diaper and put her in the hallway when she cocked her strawberry blond, ringlet covered head, smiled, looked him square in the eye and said, ” I love you daddy.” Patrick stopped dead in his tracks, looked over at me ( under the covers laughing my booty off) and mouthed., “You punish her.” Yes, she still has daddy whipped.
While taking a shower before heading out the door to go to the Mother of Preschoolers convention my daughter busts into my bathroom in tears with her finger up her nose. She had found a piece of rubber in the office and shoved it up her nose. Now with her finger up her nose (trying to get it out) she was actually shoving it further up her nose. I tried blocking one side of her nose and having her blow her nose to push it out. I even tried the nettipot on her (NOT a fun experience!!). Finally with time running out on my flight to leave for convention – I call the doctor. We wait for 45 minutes in the waiting room. We are then brought into the examination room where the doctor covers one side of her nose and has her blow her nose – WITH her mouth closed. Out shoots the pea-sized offending piece of rubber. Seriously? All I needed to do was tell her to close her mouth??? GRRR!!!! That could have saved us lots of time, I could have washed my hair and shaved more than 1/2 of a leg and we could have saved paying the copay – not to mention the trauma of the nettipot on a three year old!! I would LOVE to tell you that she learned her lesson but a few weeks later I picked her up from childcare at the gym and she had her finger in her nose again. Why? Becuase she and a friend were playing in the “rice box” and thought it would be a good idea to shove their faces in the tupperware container of rice and she got rice stuck up her nose. I was able to get the rice out without a trip to the dotor’s office and I have tried not to think about all the hands and who knows what else were in that box before the girls stuffed their faces into it. And yes becuase I am a scrapbooker – I totally saved the piece of rubber that started this whole story.