“Will,” my daughter whispered to her brother in the backseat of the car. “I know the ‘s’ word!” “Nuh uh,” he replied. “Sydneeeeey,” I said her name. You know, as if saying just her name is the be-all and end-all of discipline. She leaned over to her brother, smiling, and said, “A**.” The two of [Read More]
Sh#* Happens
It’s been a slow week around these parts. My children have been the models of perfect behavior (not!). Actually, I’ve just been busy and haven’t paid attention to whatever type of bad mom I may have been. Small tidbit: I heard from after-school care that Will blurted out “Sh$%” the other day and EVERYONE heard [Read More]
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Blast from the Past
Will at age 3 It’s 80s week at Experienced Bad Mom! Not really, but I am having a theme week of sorts: Blast from the Past You see, before I was the Experienced Bad Mom of two, I was simply a Bad Mom of one. Here’s an example of my badness from the vault. Will, [Read More]
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The Educational Value of Cheez-Its
Recently, Cheez-Its were on sale at the grocery store. I picked up a box and selected the Junior Scrabble kind for their educational value (you know, to make up for the Cheez-Its’ nutritional de-value!). Sydney has been identifying letters in her name and trying to spell things with the crackers. See, they ARE educational! Usually, [Read More]
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Let’s Talk About Barf, Baby
“Mom, is ‘bomit’ a bad word?” asked Sydney last night. “Bomit? Do you mean vomit?” Sydney nodded yes. “No,” I answered. “Vomit is not a bad word. It’s another word for barf.” “Oh,” she said. “Vomit is barf’s nickname.” Right on, Sydney!
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Red Boots and Whiskey
By Wednesday night I was back to my bad mom ways in full force. When I picked up the kids at daycare, I grabbed some red snow boots that I thought were Will’s. When we got home and unloaded the car, I stared at those little red boots thinking they looked too small to be [Read More]
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Girl Talk
This morning Sydney and I were getting dressed for the day in my room. “This. shirt. can’t. fit. over. my. big. head!” she said as she struggled to pull a Tinkerbell shirt over her head. Then she got silly. “Shirty shirt. Pants pants. Poophole. Poophole. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” “Sydney,” I said sternly [Read More]
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Major League Debut
This morning Chad and I woke up before the kids. Wow, how did that happen? We literally ran to the living room with our coffee cups and plunked down to watch adult morning news, not PBS Kids or Cartoon Network. This was the life! Within 30 seconds both kids were up and on the couch [Read More]
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Tooter Time
We were in the car the other day when we drove by Tutor Time childcare center. “Look!” cried Will. “It says Tutor Time! Hee hee!” “Sydney,” he continued. “That sign says Tutor Time! Toot toot tutor time!” “Tooter time!” shouted Sydney. Then they dissolved into hysterical laughing. I tried to turn it into a teaching [Read More]
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Sticky Situation
I dropped the F-bomb in front of the kids this weekend. Oops. Hope they aren’t scarred for life. This was all brought on because Will was doing a plethora of things he shouldn’t have been doing: 1) He climbed on the furniture2) He climbed on me sitting on the furniture on which he had just [Read More]