#3 Random Day of the Week Post Mini-Post Helping Other Moms Feel They Have It Together Better Than This Mom
This note was left on my kitchen counter awhile back. At the time, I could not come up with the right thing to say about it on the blog, but since it pertained to one of my least favorite, but somehow most talked about subjects, I snapped a picture anyway.
I scrolled through the pictures on my phone today to print some for my son's student of the week board I am trying to pull together after missing his week back in October and waiting until all the other kids had their turn. Don't judge, I have put up 10 of these on time in my life, so I am pretty impressed with myself. But I digress, I saw this picture and my first thought was, "This sure was a very polite note considering the pee smell got there via a different child than the note writer. I can't believe I didn't get a request to buy a new bed set over this. AND she spelled 'comforter' correctly. Awesome!" Maybe since the memory of cleaning the pee has faded, I have an extra positive outlook on life, but since I currently have poopy undies soaking in the sink, I do not think that's it!
Today's Moral: Even if you have to sniff for pee today, there's always a bright side. Find it!
#2 Random Day of the Week Post Mini-Post Helping Other Moms Feel They Have It Together Better Than This Mom
The Mystery Pants
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Of course, as soon as I started this whole recurring theme posts thing, all the ideas for them dried up, so yesterday I decided to take the plunge and start spring cleaning. For me, this entails cleaning each of my kids' hellholes, I mean, bedrooms to perfection. I figured there was some blogger mom gold in my nine-year-old's and it did not disappoint. I was about half a trash sack and a bucket of puzzle pieces and Uno cards in when I ran across a pair of pants I have never seen in my life. How? Just how does a pair of pants materialize in a room just because it is messy? The pants are not near any of my boys' size, and thank goodness I am sure they don't fit any of the boys he last had over to spend the night. Seriously, how exactly do you approach that phone call? "Hey, so-and-so's mom, I think your kid's pants may have been eaten by my kid's bedroom when he was over here back in November. Are you missing a pair?" No kid is ever coming back after that!
Today's Moral: Even if most of your kids' belongings are in a huge messy pile, if that pile contains only items that are your kid's belongings, you are doing just fine!
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.