Experienced Bad Mom

Not Just a Bad Mom, But an Experienced Bad Mom

The Green Bottle

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Picture a group of 2-year-olds sitting in a circle listening to their teacher read a story. The book is one of those board books about colors. On each page there are everyday objects like mittens or balls and everything is the same color. The teacher points to the objects and asks the toddlers what they [Read More]

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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