Hey Ladies (and men too!)
Today we unleash the beast. The Brokins are going to start “Bad Mommy Confession Monday.” Today is the day to emancipate ourselves from the guilt and shame we’ve had over the week/weekend about motherhood (or fatherhood)… and maybe get a giggle.
There are really no rules. Just post something that has been lingering in the box of, “did I seriously just say that to my child?” or “I hope his father doesn’t find out I did that…”
I will start!
1. It wasn’t me who took her 2 year old (Read: attention span of a Gold Fish…) to see Ice Age 2, because she actually wanted to see it.
2. It wasn’t me who when returning home from aforementioned movie thought to herself, “well… he had popcorn, root beer, and a pickle…that is dinner, right?”
3. It wasn’t me who then handed her son a cookie and some milk and considered dinner solved, because pickles are vegetables, and corn (even popped and covered in butter) are vegetables… so technically he had a fancy vegetarian meal.
4. It wasn’t me who considered it a job well done, when not only did he not wake up hungry….there were no night terrors either!
Tehehehehe!
It wasn’t me who “accidentally” scraped the salmon that Norah didn’t eat onto the floor and then left it there for the cats to eat.
It wasn’t me who opened a bag of Cheetos and let my kid eat them for breakfast just to keep him occupied at the grocery store.
lol to vegetarian meal
It wasn’t me that gave my daughter cold pumped breast milk because I was too tired to heat it up…
It wasn’t me who gave my son orange juice to put on his corn flakes, because we were out of milk, nor was it I who gave the same poor child a coupon for a free burrito when his tooth fell out, the tooth fairy was out of money!!
So, have I now gotten myself initiated into the bad mommy club?
Is this Sadie’s mom?
it wasnt me who asked her son (the father of Isaiah) what he wanted for dinner and he replied “I’ll take #2 with no onions.” I gues it was time to cook a real meal.
Hahaha! I love these.
And yes…That was my mom up above. I know the free burrito story well. Ben is still scarred.
it wasn’t me who barks at HB not to put baby in front of the tv and then does it herself when HB is out and i needed to reply to an email.
Ok, I’m not a mom of a human child, but…it wasn’t me who put my beagles in the crate when I didn’t feel like dealing with them anymore. Nothing like a cage to make them lay down and be quiet. I guess I won’t be able to do that when I have a human baby someday, huh?
Ummm…sometimes I let Norah play in her crib when I just can’t take anymore baby hands in the cat litter. And sometimes I let her play in her crib when I just need a quick nap. So sister, when you have a baby who is cool with playing in her crib…hehehehe!