Happy Dr. Seuss week all.
Who doesn’t love school-themes……
umm, in case you guessed wrong-
THE ANSWER IS…..ME.
Not to be a DEBBIE DOWNER (Sorry to all the Debbie’s out there- AGAIN).
But… here is a quick overview of my morning.
Wake-up at the crack of dawn (nothing new you know. I WOULDN’T dream of complaining about four-YEARS of sleepless nights. Because-obviously in choosing to have kids… I SIGNED UP FOR THIS WILLINGLY)… however, that tidbit aside—->
kids up all night. So a tad grumpier than usual.
Lost my phone- literally- for about 5 hours (found later buried in the couch).
House is a DISASTER… as usual.. but you know, it gets under my skin- only TODAY cause I AM TIRED and all. I am really, WHO doesn’t love living in a CHEEZE-IT-infested, laundry-piled-mountain, dirty-dish, popsicle-covered-sticky-floor, with a potty-training-bathroom, PIT OF DISGUST? meh.
No food in the house, with the exception of PB&J which I can’t send to daycare… because NUTS.
So… here is some leftover crumbs kids. ENJOY!!!
Walked out of the house, three bags, purse, one fussy toddler in tow, baby in arms.
WHOOPS>>>>>>>HI ICE…..SLIP- Fell on my FAT A**.
Man did it hurt.
Reminder to self. MOVE SOMEWHERE WARM.
WINTER is for the birds.
On the plus side, Reminded me of the hugeness of butt- to which my precious son stated, “Good thing you have a HUGE butt Mom!”
Yep… good thing Charlie boy, good thing!
Saved the baby… that was about it… my ego severely bruised along with my tailbone.
May have let a special F-word slip in the process… because in the car my lovely Charlie also mentions how “F****** MAD” mom is.
Whoops again Mom. Keep trying to do better, will you?
GOOD MOMS DON’T SAY THE F-WORD.
Apparently- their children aren’t supposed to let it drop either (even when used grammatically and emphatically correct).
Finally… ARRIVE at daycare NUMBER ONE… to be sternly told I forgot to fill out the kids COVID screening form… “I PROMISE, I PROMISE … no COVID EXPOSURE and I won’t let it HAPPEN AGAIN!!!” I plead.
“I know I know… I am terrible”….. Audibly SHAMES self to said daycare provider.
Nope- thats not good enough.
You need to fill it out- BEFORE I can let your baby in.
Well… COVID SCREENING FORM…
HELLO —> I LOST CELL PHONE!!!!!!
Can’t fill you out now. Guess I will head back home and try to find that stinking cell phone.
This WORKING MOM- has ABSOLUTELY no where she needs to be today.
Back on the road… middle child- gets car sick… thank GOD… it was just a small amount today.
And thank god the DOCTOR has signed off that my kids CAN attend daycare when they get car sick…. because turns out CAR SICKNESS… is NOT synonymous with COVID.
STOP… clean-up. Manage the screaming children.
“IT SMELLS IN HERE”
Really? I hadn’t realized that yet kid.
Arrive at daycare NUMBER TWO…
Look around to realize… IT IS DR. SEUSS week and today is WACKY COLOR SOCK day.
hahaha… maniacal laughter building up inside. hahaha.
Are you sensing my sarcasm here?
Despite the friendly handout magnetized to my fridge.
Slap in the face.
Welcome to the BAD MOMS CLUB, Momma.
As if everything else wasn’t enough to start my day off right.
Happy F***** Dr. Seuss week.
Happy. happy. HAPPY.
Somedays the most simple of tasks, feel insurmountable in this world.
So to you Momma… trying your very darnedest to DO IT ALL.
EVERY DAMN DAY.
TO be the SUPERWOMAN… that YOU and I know you are.
Your best IS enough.
Bruised A** and Bruised EGO and all.
I see you trying.
I see you persevering.
I see you climbing MOUNT EVEREST.
I am with you.
Wearing my very plain matching socks (Mind you- on most days this would be an accomplishment) and all.
I say it again…. YOUR BEST IS GOOD ENOUGH.
And truly… I believe Dr. Seuss would agree with me.
“On and On you will Hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.”- Dr. Seuss
Even on the days where ‘good enough’ may not measure up to the worlds standards.
second mom club.