Experienced Bad Mom

Not Just a Bad Mom, But an Experienced Bad Mom

Went to the Dentist

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Sydney and Will successfully managed their latest dental appointments. No cavities and everything looks good. I was sorta holding my breath during their evaluations. Some nights they enjoy sucking the toothpaste off their brushes, I mean, brushing their teeth. Other nights they barely swipe those pearly whites before I’m wrestling them to the ground trying [Read More]

I wonder…

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Happy New Year! Can you believe Will has homework over the holiday break? Granted, it is a small project. But really! We have a penguin that he needs to decorate and cut out. On the penguin’s belly he needs to finish the sentence “I wonder…” with something he wants to learn about. I planted such [Read More]

A Visit with Santa

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This picture speaks for itself. I am a bad mom for making my 2-year-old see Santa! However, what’s worse? Making your 2-year-old see Santa? Or not taking your kids to see Santa because maybe 1 of them will freak out? Or having a picture of only your 5-year-old with Santa and years from now trying [Read More]

Yet another failure on my part

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This week at the grocery store I ran into a mom from Will’s school. She had her 5-year-old with her and commented how lucky it was that I was without the kids. I admitted she was right, then confessed I was still brain dead! I found myself staring at the same things over and over. [Read More]

More about poop

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“What’s that?” asked Sydney, pointing at the kitchen counter. I turned around to see she was looking at my Zingerman’s candy bar that Chad had given me for my birthday. It had melted in my purse a few days ago, but had hardened back up in the frigid weather. I had taken it out of [Read More]

Leaving the kids behind!

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After nearly five and a half years (since Will was born) my husband and I are FINALLY getting a weekend alone. He’s taking me to Chicago (the city, not the band–Cari!!!) and we’ll be staying downtown, shopping, sightseeing, and going to Dirty Dancing the musical. Yippee! Do I feel like a bad mom for leaving [Read More]

The Power of Poophead

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This morning I pulled out of the driveway with the kids. As we often do, we said goodbye to the cat. “Goodbye Doodee” I called. (Don’t ask why we call our cat Doodee. I blame my husband.) “Goodbye Doodee” said Will. “Goodbye Poophead” chimed in Sydney. I giggled. Great, no wonder the kid says poophead. [Read More]

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