Afternoon playtime with the neighbors:)
Fun with a stamp pad and rollers, among many other craft projects on the display around here these days!
But before you assume all of these age appropriate, hunky-dory activities went off without a hitch and that life around here is all roses and ice cream like I always do when I read other people's blogs, let me let you in on a little secret. These moments lasted 5 seconds-5 minutes. And what happened before, sometimes during, and after are the
It's the mom at the children's museum who hasn't showered and rolls out in public with bed head.
It's another mom at the children's museum who unknowingly let their baby dribble their entire bottle's contents on his cute smocked outfit because she's busy helping her other child glue tissue paper on his art project.
And another mom at the same place who catches her infant's spit up in her hand and on her shoe before it hits her other child who is playing nicely at the train table.
It's showing up to the library for story hour on a rainy day only to find out there is no story hour scheduled for this week.
It's the mom friend who texts you from the doctor's office after she's been waiting over 2 hours for her son's well check up.
It's taking a timeout before 9am and finishing breakfast on the deck while your child screams from his high chair inside because he no longer wants to eat the waffles and plums he requested I make for breakfast.
It's feeling like a crazy lady after nicely asking my sons to stop. kicking. the. back.of. my seat. 3+ times and finally resort to yelling, to which I actually get a response.
It's finding comfort at the gym when you look around the class and see other girls just like me who haven't showered in two days, don't wear make up to hide facial blemishes, and can't place me in public when I actually have regular clothes on. But at least we acknowledge each other with an empathetic, familiar grin as we pass each other with our respective strollers, walking through the neighborhood looking very zombie-like or when we're taming a wild
It's asking for one of your toddlers to bring you the box of wipes because you're out of toilet paper. True story.
Get the picture?