"I am a terrible mother." So very many of us mom-people freak out all to often and actually believe this statement. Until the Supermommies strike and piss us off. And here's how it happened: Pattergirl had a snotty nose, the tail end of what was a couple of weeks of germy HELL in my house, and was going out in public, which included playing with Other People's Children. I called Pattergirl over so I could give her some decongestant. As my little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pigtailed Pattergirl bounced over to me, this "Person-I-Once-Liked-turned-Supermommy" looked at me with horror...the scene changed to a dramatic slow-motion...while I squirted what I thought was a relatively "safe" OTC cold remedy into my little girl's mouth...end of slow motion...and Supermommy began her interrogation. SM: "Did you ask your pediatrician before you gave her that?" Me: "No. The dosage on the bottle for ages four to six says 2 teaspo...
I am a terrible mother. Here's why: 1) Sometimes my children are up past 8pm. 2) When feverish or teething, my children take children's acetaminophen. And it's red. And they like it. 3) They have had all of their shots. 4) My daughter goes topless at home. 5) I don't shut the blinds OR the front door. 6) We don't wind up the cords from the blinds either. They dangle freely like vines in a jungle. 7) My children have both painted before age 2. And used crayons. And markers. And glue. It tastes good. 8) My children eat Happy Meals. Chicken nuggets have white meat in them, never mind the percentage that is actual meat. 9) Apple Dippers? WTF?? I stopped asking if they'd like Apple Dippers. They wanted fries. And now Apple Dippers come in Happy Meals anyway. 10) Our vegetables and fruits are not organic. 11) Our meat may or may not b...
Eeyah, GreenWarrior, The Boy...the Incredible Human I Get to Claim as My Son Note: Ten years ago, in the chilly wee hours of a February morning, I gave birth to my firstborn, whom we refer to online (usually) as Green Warrior. However, my second child, The Girl, affectionately named him "Eeyah" though I am fairly certain she is capable of correctly pronouncing his first name. She is nearing two, he is ten. I do not "get" the Green Warrior reference completely, so I, for ease of use, hereby declare the title of his persona in the World Wide Web...Eeyah. I think I might type Eea for short. Just thought I'd clarify. Eea is amazing. Incredible. Unbelievable. And sometimes just damn confusing. His startling intelligence and loving disposition make up for the amount of frustration I feel when doing what I refer to as my "mom job." I know most parents are supposedly biased and tout their own offspring as the smartest, cutest, s...
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