Being a mother changes many things about you. Remember all the things your mom did when your were a child that drove you nuts? THOSE are the things you find yourself doing. I hated it when I was a kid and I’d ask my mom why I couldn’t do something and she’d reply: “Because I said so, that’s why.” But WHY, I wanted to know. I didn’t care what the reason was, I’d still listen, I just wanted to know what her reason was. I swore I’d never say that to my kids. Well, a person can only take being asked “why” so many times, I’ve discovered. When every reason you give is met with resistance, because I said so, is the only unarguable answer there is.
Ever been out in public and noticed a disheveled mom with little ones in tow, hair clipped up in a messy bun that isn’t fooling anyone- we all know you didn’t shower today, complete with sweatpants and her husband’s dirty t-shirt?
“What on earth is wrong with her, I’d never go out in public like that?”
Then you encounter your umpteenth sleepless night because your baby’s teething, and when on earth are you going to take a shower- can’t leave toddlers and babies unattended, and Mt. Laundry is definitely taking over your house leaving you with nothing to wear, and crap- you’re out of milk. Now who’s the messy slob out at the grocery store?
Then there are those times where you say something, and right after you think “I can’t believe those words just left my mouth!” There are things you just never thought you’d hear yourself say.
Here are my recent favorites:
Don’t touch my bananas
Said to “The Baby” while at the grocery store. Bananas happen to be his favorite food and he was bending over backwards- literally- to reach the bananas in the cart behind him and trying to eat them, skin and all.
Why is there a can of tomato paste in the toy box?
I think that’s a reasonable question.
Please stop sucking on the window.
And I think this is a reasonable request.
Stop using the baby as a weapon!
Said to my oldest while in a parking lot- he was pushing “The Baby” in the stroller and trying to run down his brothers and sister.
Come here so I can smell your butt.
Never ever ever did I think I’d hear myself say this. Much less, multiple times a day. But when you have multiple kids in diapers, what other way is there to tell who’s responsible for that horrendous smell in the room?
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How about you? What things have you said to your kids lately and right after thought: I can’t believe I just said that!
