Punch a clown in the face
I just found out I was nominated for Mother of the Year
My first response was "What? That's odd!"
Clearly somebody has me confused with someone else. I've written numerous accounts of my parenting failures in the Parents Centre mag, my facebook status has often been updated with my short comings and even this blog is peppered with not so subtle hints that my sprogs drive me crazy.
Yes, I've also shown off when I have occasionally gotten things right, but I like to balance out the bad with the good. Y'know. So child services aren't called. This post here written by a much more witty parent than I sums it up really.
You know I love my kids right? I do. I want the best for them. I want them to be loving, thoughtful people with excellent conflict resolution skills and a sense of humor.
But I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit that I zone out when they are talking sometimes. I don't enjoy playing make believe. I yell. And then feel terrible. And then yell again two minutes later. Taryn is late to school more than I'd like to admit and Caitlyn gets away with far too much.
This whole mum of the year thing is very flattering though. I like the way it sounds.
"Sandra, meet my friend Tegan. She was nominated mum of the year"
"Oh hi Tegan, lovely to meet you. Congratulations. You must be a wonderful mum. Here is a million dollars and the keys to Charlie Hunnans hotel room."
Weird tangent there? A girl can dream.
I actually had all this other stuff to say but I've forgotten what it was since I've been staring at ol' Charlie here. Put your shirt on mate. It's distracting.
That's better.
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This past week I've seen some up's and downs. My lethargy is back full force. I nearly passed out at Step class on Friday which was totally embarrassing because my friend Monique (AKA super woman) was running it. She's 19 weeks pregnant and still so hard core she puts everyone to shame who dares to enter her classes. It's that whole ex-military thing she has going for her. Even her kids do burpies when they misbehave. Seriously. They are the loveliest kids around. Monique is one of those people I look up to because she just handles everything so well. Unlike me. I was fighting back tears when I had my last episode of wooziness. I'm such a damn girl.
On the other side of the coin I've had some good moments with the monkeys. I'm still trying to embrace the now and focus on being mindful. This takes sooooo much work, but when I remember to do it is well worth it. I'd have missed out on moments like these otherwise -
I took the girls to the mini Carnival after football on Saturday. Which, by the way I coached because Phil was in CHCH getting his race pack. Those kids loved kicking the crap out of me during a warm up game named ghostbusters. The look of joy on their little faces as they lined up the ball ready to lodge one right in my kneecap was both adorable and a little scary.
The carnival was a tiny, run down event with a few rides that needed a fresh coat of paint and a handful of stalls run by carnies that had small hands and that smelt like cabbage. These details went unnoticed by my fresh faced little-uns as they excitedly decided what to spend their allotted $5 on.
I love that enthusiasm that comes with youth. I wish I could bottle up that stuff and use it myself. Who needs booze when you've that level of excitement over the little things. Won a bag of hairclips? THAT'S SOOO COOL! Going to the park? FANTASTIC!
Then again, the crippling lows that are bundled with that sort of intense emotion would be pretty darn crappy. Can't watch the program I want? IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! Sister pokes her tongue out? PUNCH HER IN THE FACE!
Perhaps it is a good thing that we grow up after all.
My first response was "What? That's odd!"
Clearly somebody has me confused with someone else. I've written numerous accounts of my parenting failures in the Parents Centre mag, my facebook status has often been updated with my short comings and even this blog is peppered with not so subtle hints that my sprogs drive me crazy.
Yes, I've also shown off when I have occasionally gotten things right, but I like to balance out the bad with the good. Y'know. So child services aren't called. This post here written by a much more witty parent than I sums it up really.
You know I love my kids right? I do. I want the best for them. I want them to be loving, thoughtful people with excellent conflict resolution skills and a sense of humor.
But I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit that I zone out when they are talking sometimes. I don't enjoy playing make believe. I yell. And then feel terrible. And then yell again two minutes later. Taryn is late to school more than I'd like to admit and Caitlyn gets away with far too much.
This whole mum of the year thing is very flattering though. I like the way it sounds.
"Sandra, meet my friend Tegan. She was nominated mum of the year"
"Oh hi Tegan, lovely to meet you. Congratulations. You must be a wonderful mum. Here is a million dollars and the keys to Charlie Hunnans hotel room."
Weird tangent there? A girl can dream.
I actually had all this other stuff to say but I've forgotten what it was since I've been staring at ol' Charlie here. Put your shirt on mate. It's distracting.
That's better.
********
This past week I've seen some up's and downs. My lethargy is back full force. I nearly passed out at Step class on Friday which was totally embarrassing because my friend Monique (AKA super woman) was running it. She's 19 weeks pregnant and still so hard core she puts everyone to shame who dares to enter her classes. It's that whole ex-military thing she has going for her. Even her kids do burpies when they misbehave. Seriously. They are the loveliest kids around. Monique is one of those people I look up to because she just handles everything so well. Unlike me. I was fighting back tears when I had my last episode of wooziness. I'm such a damn girl.
On the other side of the coin I've had some good moments with the monkeys. I'm still trying to embrace the now and focus on being mindful. This takes sooooo much work, but when I remember to do it is well worth it. I'd have missed out on moments like these otherwise -
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| Caity pranced and meowed around the whole store like this. |
I took the girls to the mini Carnival after football on Saturday. Which, by the way I coached because Phil was in CHCH getting his race pack. Those kids loved kicking the crap out of me during a warm up game named ghostbusters. The look of joy on their little faces as they lined up the ball ready to lodge one right in my kneecap was both adorable and a little scary.
The carnival was a tiny, run down event with a few rides that needed a fresh coat of paint and a handful of stalls run by carnies that had small hands and that smelt like cabbage. These details went unnoticed by my fresh faced little-uns as they excitedly decided what to spend their allotted $5 on.
I love that enthusiasm that comes with youth. I wish I could bottle up that stuff and use it myself. Who needs booze when you've that level of excitement over the little things. Won a bag of hairclips? THAT'S SOOO COOL! Going to the park? FANTASTIC!
Then again, the crippling lows that are bundled with that sort of intense emotion would be pretty darn crappy. Can't watch the program I want? IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! Sister pokes her tongue out? PUNCH HER IN THE FACE!
Perhaps it is a good thing that we grow up after all.
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