My day in a Nuthouse... I mean Nutshell

If you know me at all, you know that I refer to my kids as the three ring circus. So from this point on when I mention them, I will refer to them as Ring 1, Ring 2, and Ring 3. :)

Yesterday, was dentist day.  My four year old's, Ring 2, first time (I'm running a little behind). He was nervous but brave. He kept saying, "I'm not sure if I can do it" but he did and he did awesome!
Since I'm on the subject of Ring 2, I'll share another reason I should be nominated for the Mother of the Year award.
A few weeks ago we were slammed with the strep virus; we are all better now but because of this Ring 2 missed his haircut appointment. I had another appointment scheduled in three weeks so I figured we could wait and  make that one. Well, we decide last minute this weekend to go visit some family we haven't seen in awhile and right away I was worried about his shaggy head. So....wait for it....you guessed it....I decided to cut his hair! I mean it looks so easy, right? Anybody could do it.  HAHAHA.I started by just trimming up his neck and sideburns, and you know I did pretty good. So I'm feelin it, thinkin hey I'm pretty good at this  so I decide to try to fade it up. (My inner pessimist is point her finger at me and falling off the chair laughing right now) I started slow and easy and with each pass I got more confident.  I decided to go just a touch shorter (she just snorted) and that's when it happened...operation burr to the skin right on the side by his ear!  There was nothing I could do, I tried to make an emergency call to our hairstylist but she had plans that evening, mind you this is 830pm, and we were leaving first thing Saturday morning.  Moral of the story: If you burr your child's hair for the second time (that's a whole other story) make sure he's looking left in all the family pictures, that is all. :)





Things I said yesterday...

-you cannot go to the store without your shoes on.
-Walmart jail is for little boys that don't listen to their mamas.
-nail clippers are not scissors.
-don't tickle him until he pees his pants.
-you tickled him until he peed his pants? Really?
-don't eat stuff out of the trash. Oh, it still has the wrapper on it? Ok.
-you can't go to the lake in fleece pants.
-you're my favorite.
-you're my favorite.
-you're my favorite.
(I secretly tell all three of my kids individually they are my favorite ;))

WELCOME to Imperfectly Perfect Mamas...

...where mamas get a kick out of the imperfections of the day.

The Facebook post heard 'round the world (not really but any who),
"Real Talk: Don't get me wrong, I love all the mommy blogs I follow and they inspire me daily but sometimes they make me feel totally inadequate.  I need to read a blog about a mom that in a pinch feeds her children Ramen noodles for breakfast (done it, not proud), frantically packs everything in the house up for just a quick run to the store only to realize half-way there no one has brushed their teeth or hair, totally forgets everything on her grocery list that is of course still lying on the bar at home, whose car is littered with teddy bears, backpacks, coats (yes, it's summertime but coats are in my car :/), and who is completely exhausted after the crazy bedtime shenanigans(sp? but you get it). I love my life and I wouldn't change anything but some real talk for us mommies might be comforting. Just saying:)"

WARNING Politically Correct Moment ALERT:
This blog is not meant to generalize or poke fun at child rearing.  I will be the first to tell you that my children are my biggest and best blessings of my life.  I'm just sayin it aint all roses, so why not laugh about it.  In my experience, I've come across too many children that are neither taken care of or valued and that's a shame.  My children are very much valued and taken care of, their biggest worry of the day is who got out of bed and forgot to "call" the recliner (if you have older children, no explanation required, I'm sure).

MOVING ON...
This blog is about not having to be perfect to be a good GREAT mama.  One day when I was having a particularly rough day, my mom told me, "these are the good days."  I thought about that awhile and decided she's right.  When I'm in  my 50's and my kids are all out of the house (hopefully;)), I'll think about the imperfectly perfect days and wish I could replay them.

SO...if you get a kick out of some of the crazy shenanigans of raising kiddos, this blog is for you.  If you're reading this while you fold the third load of laundry and your children are quietly completely a craft at the table all the while you have supper in the oven-move on.  I love ya but this ain't for you :)


SIDENOTE: No commas, pronouns, adverbs, structure of sentences were harmed in this blog post. However, they were most likely violated ;)