By: Aimee Carson
It’s the first Tuesday of the month (the year is almost over – eek!) and time for “You Might Feel Like a Bad Mommy If…” Guilt, of course, is the name of the game. I’ll go first.
You might feel like a bad mommy if at nine o’clock on a Sunday night your son informs you of the project he has due tomorrow—an animal habitat he must build. Exhausted from the long day, ready for bed, and realizing all the stores are closed, you proceed to succumb to a total meltdown the likes of which has never been seen.
You might feel like a bad mommy if at dinner time your kids turn to you and say, “But Mom, we just had frozen pizza two nights ago!”
Please share some of your bad mommy moments by clicking on the number near the title above.
My children would eat pizza every night if I let them.
Okay. For my bad mommy moment – which happened yesterday, as a matter of fact. I came in from walking the dog to find my dtr standing in the doorway. Hands on her hips, and accusing look on her face. “Are you trying to piss me off?” She asks looking down at my feet. “I don’t like when you borrow my stuff without asking. How many times do I have to tell you before you’ll listen?”
Well. I don’t take kindly to my words being thrown back in my face. Especially when I walked the dog so as not to bother her since she was cuddled up on the couch in a blanket. Especially when she and my older dtr borrowed a pair of outdoor rubber shoes I kept by the front door – crushing the back since they were too lazy to actually put the shoes on when they walked the dog.
And I went nuts. I screamed like a lunatic. She fanned the flames of my hysteria knew exactly what to say and do to push me closer to the edge of sanity. And I took the bait. I let her pull me into a fight….over a pair of shoes. And I swear I felt a vessel behind my eye pop!
Ah, commiserations, Wendy! I think I might have popped something during my tantrum too. You should have seen the looks on my husband and three kids’ faces.
The upside to that was everyone was REAL good for about 48 hours
I’ve done the frozen pizza dinner routine way too many times so that now my kids hate pizza.
I feel for you Wendy and Aimee with the meltdowns. Even more than husbands, kids seem uniquely capable of pushing all the right buttons.
My bad mommy moment…at the risk of being redundant…this week I actually went to my daughter’s school to deliver stuff to her for a project with…you guessed it…my sweater on inside out. As I was leaving I met one of her friend’s father who was building props for a drama club show and he told me. I am truly sorry to have done that to her again.
But here’s a clue to who I am…after dropping off her stuff I had planned to run some errands and have lunch at a little outdoor cafe I frequently go to to write on my laptop. And I still did. Ran errands. Enjoyed lunch and an hour of writing at my favorite shady table. With my sweater still on inside out. But it’s okay. The waitresses know me there. They didn’t bat an eye.
Oh gosh, I have so many to choose from…lol
I guess the most recent one would be driving around with my son’s school art picture in the car for weeks refusing to let him bring it in the house. You see it is dripping in glitter and I know it will get all over everything! With it in the car, I am still finding glitter on the couch, in my son’s hair, and recently on the dog (as the Vet pointed out).
I guess I probably should find a way to put it in it’s proper place. I’ll let you guess where that is……
LOL, Regina. Everything about my life is redundant. You know, enjoying lunch at an outdoor cafe while writing on my laptop sounds really nice. Too bad it’s too cold outside here!
Optimistic Mom – welcome! I like the idea of glittering children and dogs!
And if you’re anything like me that ‘storage container’ will be the garbage can
I even threw a visa bill away once, thinking it was junk mail. As per my husband, I’m now not allowed to throw ANYTHING away without opening it. Blech. So I let him deal with it all instead.
Hi guys! Fashionably late to the party – lol! Boy (rubs hands here) what story should I pick? First off, I have little kids and they are already sick of pizza. That tells you something right there! Optimistic Mom, I agree with you – anything with glitter and glue sticking out of it should stay in the car! Drowning in paper from the counter of hell, I finally decided to deep six one of my older son’s drawings (I have a million) and when he went to throw something out he found it and got VERY upset. When I explained I had to make choices of what to pick, he demanded to know why I wouldn’t want to keep everything that he made. Gulp.
But my real one is this…You may feel like a bad mommy if…you told your child your husband ate the candy bar he’d been saving from his Halloween bag but you did yourself. It was a full size Hershey’s bar. I had to.
Lol. All is forgiven, Jennifer. Especially if that Hershey’s bar had almonds – my FAVORITE candy bar
There haven’t been too many times the kids make me go all freaky like that (that honor goes to DH 99.9% of the time), but there is one thing that makes me absolutely insane – when DD messes up my computer. Between the downloads and the games, and whatever else she puts on there, it screws up MY PC. I go ballistic, all red in the face, spit flying out of my screaming mouth! lol Not a pretty picture. She’s forbidden to go near mine anymore, now she uses DH’s laptop. He doesn’t live by it, so he has no clue if she messes it up.
But then I felt really bad the time it wasn’t her fault – the system board was fried, and it had nothing to do with anything she did on it. Sadly she took the brunt of the storm, as usual. She got a bunch of new clothes as a result! Bribery, the oldest parenting tool in the book! lol
Hi G!
I know exactly what you mean. My dtr gets blamed for all the laptop problems, too! “Of course it’s my fault. Everything’s my fault.”
I got totally ticked off a few weeks ago when she had to use my desktop to print out pictures for a school project. When I returned to my office I found all these tiny pieces of cut up paper all around. I got pissed at her for making a mess in my office. Until I found out the little pieces of paper were from my desk blotter. Where I jot down important phone numbers or story ideas. She’d cut a length of fringe along the edge. By the time I realized it she’d gone up to bed. Lucky for her…..
Thanks for stopping by!
Aimee, my youngest’s teacher sent home a ‘birthday project’ to share w/the class the night before his birthday. Guess who didn’t do it? He’s 6. He couldn’t do it himself and I was supposed to work that night. She wanted a picture timeline along with a diary page with all his events that I had to re-type. Bad mommy? Yep. PO’d mommy? Without a doubt.
And my kids are so used to going out for dinner they complain when I make dinner.
Abbi
Wow, Abbi. One night before? Iwould have been PO’d too. Come on, how many of us are working moms?!?!