Top-mom award issued to me today
With the first trimester crabbiness in full effect these days, I realize that my patience is running on the thin side. At least I see it, but that doesn't stop it from happening.
This morning, we made an early stop at the park because it was so nice out. Jack loves hanging out in the sandbox and while Emmie tolerates it for a few minutes, she spends most of her time plotting how to run away from me to the big-kid equipment on the other side of the park. She hasn't yet figured out I am faster than her, but I am sure that'll come.
While both of them managed to play nicely within two feet of each other, I took a seat on the side of the sandbox to observe. Of course a Super Mom was actually IN the sand with her kid, digging trenches with a truck and talking sweetly to him about how squishy the sand was and wasn't this fun? Blow me -- she's got one kid and waaaay too much energy for 9 a.m.
The nannies and I sat on the side, you know, like normal people. Jack brought a bucket the size of Rhode Island over to where I was sitting and promptly dropped it -- and it's concrete-like mixture of wet sand -- on my pinky toe.
My natural reaction was to yell out. My first instinct before having children would have been to drop an F-bomb, but I have since curtailed that kind of potty-mouthedness. Instead, I said through gritted teeth in a raised voice, "God BLESS IT Jack, that hurt."
Super Mom just stared at me. The nannies didn't blink an eye.
I immediately regretted losing it. Jack ran off to the other side of the sandbox, but I wanted to make nice with him so I called him over.
"Jackie, come here," I said sweetly.
He came within a foot of me and as I tried to hug him and tell him I was sorry I yelled, he ran away laughing. Great, now I look not only like a jackass, but like a child abuser because my kid flinches when I try to comfort him. Awesome.
Super Mom then kissed her kid and offered him ice cream on the way home. My eyes rolled so far up in my head I am not sure I will ever see properly again. You win, Super Mom, you win.
This morning, we made an early stop at the park because it was so nice out. Jack loves hanging out in the sandbox and while Emmie tolerates it for a few minutes, she spends most of her time plotting how to run away from me to the big-kid equipment on the other side of the park. She hasn't yet figured out I am faster than her, but I am sure that'll come.
While both of them managed to play nicely within two feet of each other, I took a seat on the side of the sandbox to observe. Of course a Super Mom was actually IN the sand with her kid, digging trenches with a truck and talking sweetly to him about how squishy the sand was and wasn't this fun? Blow me -- she's got one kid and waaaay too much energy for 9 a.m.
The nannies and I sat on the side, you know, like normal people. Jack brought a bucket the size of Rhode Island over to where I was sitting and promptly dropped it -- and it's concrete-like mixture of wet sand -- on my pinky toe.
My natural reaction was to yell out. My first instinct before having children would have been to drop an F-bomb, but I have since curtailed that kind of potty-mouthedness. Instead, I said through gritted teeth in a raised voice, "God BLESS IT Jack, that hurt."
Super Mom just stared at me. The nannies didn't blink an eye.
I immediately regretted losing it. Jack ran off to the other side of the sandbox, but I wanted to make nice with him so I called him over.
"Jackie, come here," I said sweetly.
He came within a foot of me and as I tried to hug him and tell him I was sorry I yelled, he ran away laughing. Great, now I look not only like a jackass, but like a child abuser because my kid flinches when I try to comfort him. Awesome.
Super Mom then kissed her kid and offered him ice cream on the way home. My eyes rolled so far up in my head I am not sure I will ever see properly again. You win, Super Mom, you win.
Labels: Emmie, Jack, Motherhood, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
8:50 PM
10 Comments:
don't worry about her figuring out you are faster - worry about 7 months form now when they learn you aren't faster anymore.
Ice cream at 9 a.m.? Doesn't sound so super to me... :)
There is always one in the crowd isn't there? And I agree - ice cream in the morning? I would have expected flax seed or some kind of organic treat ha ha!
You crack me up. You're so hard on yourself but yet it's obvious by your posts that you are an awesome, loving, nurturing and caring mom.
Supermom was probably drunk and planning on plopping the kid in front of the TV for the ENTIRE rest of the day. You win- you are a real person!
I lost it with my daughter this week in front of a mom who I'm trying to make friends with, she looked at me crazy and I was right there with you! I guess I didn't need that friend.
I bet you a million dollars that Super Mom is a WOHM with a day off. Our Saturday Little Gym class is full of 'em.
Jack knows if he hugs you he is also hugging a future competitor for your affection... He is so smart :)
Next time, maybe you could redirect Jack and bucket toward Super Mom's pinky toe.
Twenty bucks says that "Super Mom" who never yells at her kids finds herself dealing with a child who's dropped out of school or has no job in twenty years because her child hasn't learned that actions (intended or not) have consequences.
(Not that I gleaned this from observing my peers and their parents, or anything)
This is so funny, I thought I was the only unperfect Mommy in the world because it seems that I am surrounded by a plethora of "super Moms" everywhere I go these days. They absolutely never lose it and their kids poop sunshine.I have come to the conclusion that those Mommies are all cracked out on anti depressents! Love your "god bless it" my new one has been "oh Fudge Ripple!" My then 3 year old goes "Mommy.isn't that an ice cream?" I said "Yes, ye sit is! It's my favorite that's why I talk about it al the time:)" I love my kids more than life itself...but lets face it, I am human!!!LOL
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