Happy Thursday, friends. ☺
While I was online yesterday searching for a much-needed break from reality, I came across this hilarious video about parenting and just knew I had to share it. Even if you're not a parent, I think you'll recognize these familiar parental sayings and situations and find yourself laughing out loud. Enjoy!
Wishing you a Thursday filled with laughter. ☺
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Saturday, May 12, 2012
The great sweatpants debacle
Last Wednesday, I spent the entire day walking around with my pants on backwards.
(I'll give you a second to gain control of your laughter.)
Okay now?
So, yes. My pants were on backwards--as in the front was in the back (and the back was in the front, of course). In my defense, though, they were sweatpants with no back pockets (I guess the tag wasn't a clue), I got dressed in the dark (Well, with my eyes shut, but it was early), and I'm a mom, and what mom has time to pay attention to her clothes when the oatmeal is boiling over and one kid is crying and the other kid is kickboxing the wall and she's just realized that there's no milk for breakfast....
Yes, I know. Excuses. Never mind. I'll just own it:
I wore my pants backwards. All day. I noticed about a half-hour before my husband came home from work.
Now, I have to give my husband credit. When he walked into the house that night and I told him what I'd done, he didn't laugh. No, not at all.
His response?
"At least you know where you've been."
(Yeah, it's a laugh riot at our house.)
Still, as I thought more about this latest in a long line of embarrassing moments (Oh, yes, I have quite the string of them. Hard to imagine, huh?) and my husband's response to it, I had a bit of an epiphany (if it's possible to have a "bit"--maybe it was more of an epiph). I thought (and I'm being serious now) that maybe--just maybe--the great sweatpants debacle was a sign that I need to slow down and take more time for myself.
Huh. That one made me stop and think. And also change my mind: it wasn't an epiph; it was definitely an epiphany.
Really, we parents have a lot on our plates, and sometimes we forget that we need to take time for ourselves, too. When we have children, the center of our world changes, and we rush around doing everything for everyone, sometimes neglecting our own needs.
We run errands, bring our kids to school, drop off library books, grocery shop, cook meals, do laundry, think up last-minute science projects, look for things that everyone else has lost ("Where's my sock monkey?" is a common lament here), change diapers, referee fights, perform minor surgeries, fill (and refill) sippy cups, scrape Play-Doh off the rug, give baths, potty train... Whew!
Now I'm not in any way trying to diminish the parenting roles we play--they are worthwhile and important--but what I am saying is that we do a lot for others, and maybe we should try to be better about taking a little time for ourselves every once in a while as well: time to breathe, to take part in hobbies, to relax, to call a friend, to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book, and yes, time to make sure we don't have our pants on backwards before we rush out the door.
Because it's not fun to go out in public that way.
Ask me how I know.
(I'll give you a second to gain control of your laughter.)
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| What the mailman looked like when he saw me and my pants walk out the front door. Image courtesy of bk images / Freedigitalphotos.net |
So, yes. My pants were on backwards--as in the front was in the back (and the back was in the front, of course). In my defense, though, they were sweatpants with no back pockets (I guess the tag wasn't a clue), I got dressed in the dark (Well, with my eyes shut, but it was early), and I'm a mom, and what mom has time to pay attention to her clothes when the oatmeal is boiling over and one kid is crying and the other kid is kickboxing the wall and she's just realized that there's no milk for breakfast....
Yes, I know. Excuses. Never mind. I'll just own it:
I wore my pants backwards. All day. I noticed about a half-hour before my husband came home from work.
Now, I have to give my husband credit. When he walked into the house that night and I told him what I'd done, he didn't laugh. No, not at all.
His response?
"At least you know where you've been."
(Yeah, it's a laugh riot at our house.)
Still, as I thought more about this latest in a long line of embarrassing moments (Oh, yes, I have quite the string of them. Hard to imagine, huh?) and my husband's response to it, I had a bit of an epiphany (if it's possible to have a "bit"--maybe it was more of an epiph). I thought (and I'm being serious now) that maybe--just maybe--the great sweatpants debacle was a sign that I need to slow down and take more time for myself.
Huh. That one made me stop and think. And also change my mind: it wasn't an epiph; it was definitely an epiphany.
Really, we parents have a lot on our plates, and sometimes we forget that we need to take time for ourselves, too. When we have children, the center of our world changes, and we rush around doing everything for everyone, sometimes neglecting our own needs.
We run errands, bring our kids to school, drop off library books, grocery shop, cook meals, do laundry, think up last-minute science projects, look for things that everyone else has lost ("Where's my sock monkey?" is a common lament here), change diapers, referee fights, perform minor surgeries, fill (and refill) sippy cups, scrape Play-Doh off the rug, give baths, potty train... Whew!
Now I'm not in any way trying to diminish the parenting roles we play--they are worthwhile and important--but what I am saying is that we do a lot for others, and maybe we should try to be better about taking a little time for ourselves every once in a while as well: time to breathe, to take part in hobbies, to relax, to call a friend, to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book, and yes, time to make sure we don't have our pants on backwards before we rush out the door.
Because it's not fun to go out in public that way.
Ask me how I know.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Amazement
Today's 100 words:
I'm still amazed each time my kids want to hang out with me. In some ways I feel like a kid myself. After all, there's no training for parenting, and some days it seems like nearly every decision I make as a mom is a guess. Since I'm learning right along with the kids, sometimes I can't believe that I--incompetent and unqualified--have been entrusted with children. But I was, and I'm grateful for every minute they want to spend with me, cuddled together with a book, snuggling and realizing yet again just how blessed I am.
I'm still amazed each time my kids want to hang out with me. In some ways I feel like a kid myself. After all, there's no training for parenting, and some days it seems like nearly every decision I make as a mom is a guess. Since I'm learning right along with the kids, sometimes I can't believe that I--incompetent and unqualified--have been entrusted with children. But I was, and I'm grateful for every minute they want to spend with me, cuddled together with a book, snuggling and realizing yet again just how blessed I am.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Just like Mommy
Today's 100 words:
There are days when I don't like how much power being a mom holds. When I see my kids mimicking me--especially the parts of me that I'm not proud of--it's like a spotlight shining down, showing me just how imperfect I am. I suppose that realization is a good one, as it highlights the areas I need to change, but it's heartbreaking as well because I don't want my kids to use my actions as an example. I have a short temper, and sometimes I have a hard time holding it back. I don't want them to be like me.
There are days when I don't like how much power being a mom holds. When I see my kids mimicking me--especially the parts of me that I'm not proud of--it's like a spotlight shining down, showing me just how imperfect I am. I suppose that realization is a good one, as it highlights the areas I need to change, but it's heartbreaking as well because I don't want my kids to use my actions as an example. I have a short temper, and sometimes I have a hard time holding it back. I don't want them to be like me.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Mommy Guilt
Today's 100 words:
As parents, we all want our kids to be happy, but sometimes we can't do everything they'd like. For example, today I didn't take my children to storytime. I know they're disappointed, but I needed to do other things. Enter Mommy Guilt.
My mom didn't drive, and my dad worked long hours, so I didn't get to do some of the activities my peers did. I also missed many of my friends' birthday parties. I'm sure Mom must have felt the guilt I do now, but I don't feel deprived, and my children won't either. I need to remember that.
As parents, we all want our kids to be happy, but sometimes we can't do everything they'd like. For example, today I didn't take my children to storytime. I know they're disappointed, but I needed to do other things. Enter Mommy Guilt.
My mom didn't drive, and my dad worked long hours, so I didn't get to do some of the activities my peers did. I also missed many of my friends' birthday parties. I'm sure Mom must have felt the guilt I do now, but I don't feel deprived, and my children won't either. I need to remember that.
Friday, June 10, 2011
My hope
Last October, I wrote this 100-word piece about something that I often think about now that I'm a parent: understanding my own parents' choices and learning to make them my own:
I grew up being fearful of new things and resistant to changes. My parents were strict; they didn't allow me to do many of the things my friends were doing, mostly out of a fear that I would get hurt. I admit I felt like an outcast many times. Now that I'm a mother, however, I understand my parents' desperate need to protect me from the unknown. My only hope is that I'm able to protect my children while at the same time giving them enough freedom to experience all the things that will help them become well-rounded adults.
I grew up being fearful of new things and resistant to changes. My parents were strict; they didn't allow me to do many of the things my friends were doing, mostly out of a fear that I would get hurt. I admit I felt like an outcast many times. Now that I'm a mother, however, I understand my parents' desperate need to protect me from the unknown. My only hope is that I'm able to protect my children while at the same time giving them enough freedom to experience all the things that will help them become well-rounded adults.
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