Bad Mommy Monday
Well Jasmine is away working at her fancy job and growing a person in her uterus, and I am sitting at my house surrounded by piles of laundry and diapers so…
I am going to start off Bad Mommy Monday!
It wasn’t me who took an un-napped baby to the public library.
If anyone asks, it was not my baby that was running through the non-fiction section laughing like a lunatic, hair sticking straight up, only one shoe on. And I am most definitely not the mother of the child who was screaming so loud it echoed off the ceiling tiles.
Nope. Not me. I am much more polite and have a much more calm and mild-mannered child.
(BAHH HAHAHAHAHA!)
It wasn’t me who put her son to bed with the “cat” facepaint from a birthday party still on his face. It wasn’t me who thought, “he doesn’t need a bath…. it will rub off on the sheets.”
it wasn’t me who played tennis with her baby on the courts and accidently hit said baby with a ball (he’s okay, no worries)
Those both made me laugh out loud.
Well the cat paint didnt rub off. Daddy knocked it out the next morning when he woke his son up only to be startled by the feline in the house. You 3 are all lovely mothers.
It wasn’t me who agreed to let the kids slide in socks on the newly shellacked wood floor, then acted all surprised when four kids landed on their faces–and laughed a little when they got up and did it some more!
I swear, I told them it was a bad idea; I most certainly did not dig socks out of the drawer for myself and show them the best way to run, slide, and fall on your butt.
HAHAHA! Kendra! I love it!