#1 Random Day of the Week Mini-Post Helping Other Moms Feel They Have It Together Better Than This Mom
Many bloggers have a weekly post that focuses upon a recurring theme. I have long thought I should start one, but then I always remember that I suck at blogging on a schedule and give up on the idea. When I started blogging one of my goals was to help other moms feel good about themselves. It is part of human nature to feel better about your struggles when you see someone else struggles too. In real life, stories about my oldest son's early childhood have always had a real knack for helping other moms at playgroup feel better about their own child's hideous behavior. I figured that could be extrapolated into helping moms feel better about their parenting, housekeeping, or life in general. I finally realized I did not HAVE to pick a specific day of the week and post regularly to do short, themed posts and the "Random Day of the Week Mini-Post Helping Other Moms Feel They Have It Together Better than This Mom" was born. It's like a public service really.
P.S. I do love my life despite the fact that I just discovered my hand smells like poop right now. It's all about perspective.
I was sweeping this up in the kitchen lamenting the fact that we apparently still had a mouse. I laughed to myself thinking that those had to come out of one big a$$ mouse! Then I realized that maybe they were not mouse droppings. Upon closer observation (yes, getting my face within a few inches of what I thought was mouse poop) I realized they were bugs. Then I looked behind the fridge and thought, "Wow, that would be one heck of an obstacle course for a mouse!" It was a definite we-belong-on-Hoarders moment. Needless to say, pulling out the fridge has just made a massive leap up the spring cleaning to-do list!
Today's moral: Even if you have never pulled out your fridge to clean, if a plethora of bugs is not crawling out from underneath it, you are doing just fine.
Plan outings your child likes, but don’t take them
Kids are capable of learning to dress themselves around the age of two and a half, but not unless they have a good reason to do so. Kids this age tend to go through an “I doot” phase. It is critical to take advantage of their desire to do everything and allow them to figure out how to get dressed. If you miss it, you may be dressing a kindergartner some day. My technique has evolved over the years but with my last couple of kids, I have been intentional about using the following method:
Plan to dress your child in clothes they do not like
My next step in autonomous dressing is to figure out which clothes or shoes my child hates the most and try to put those on him when I am sure he will not want to go where we must go. I always make sure to give myself an extra hour to three days before needing to leave the house when taking a crack at this plan.
If all else fails, put the kid in the car in his underwear with clothes along for the ride. I have only launched myself over the backseat of my SUV in pursuit of a naked child and then forcibly dressed him in the preschool parking lot a handful of times. Every time we were late enough that no perfect, amazing, super moms were around to witness it anyway. Now, when I threaten to drag my elementary-aged kids into the school building in their underwear, they are reasonably sure enough that I would actually do it that I have never needed to decide if I should follow through. (Yes, I am knocking on wood as I write this.)
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I am the mother of seven children ranging from teens to a toddler, living out in the middle of nowhere, USA. I aim to hone the craft of giving advice without pretending to have this whole mom thing figured out. I am Christian, but not the really nice kind that is good at it. I am also conservative, but I promise not to be in your face with political agendas very often. I like to infuse humor into my writing, so don't freak out if you are offended or appalled by what you read here. There is a very fine line between serious advice and sarcastic hyperbole.