I Really Am a Mean Mom

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And I don’t just mean that in a my-kids-think-I’m-mean-because-I-discipline-them kind of way.

And I’m not just mean because I have them make their own dang oatmeal thankyouverymuch.

No, I’m actually mean because the other day I was busy doing something on the computer when BB woke up early from his nap (for the love of all that is holy, he woke up EARLY!!!) and I didn’t get him right away.

OK OK, confession time:

I didn’t even get him in a timely manner. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I’m hoping someone out there in internet-land can relate. You know how it is when you just have to finish this real quick and you know that you could if the computer would just cooperate. So you turn off the baby monitor because you already know he’s screaming and it’s giving you anxiety and you’ll be there in just one freaking second for goodness sake. And when you finally go upstairs to hear sniffling and see tears streaming you feel like the biggest jerk-face mother in the world. You’ve been there, right? No?

Well, there you have it peeps.

I really am a mean mom. But I guess I made up for it later by letting him sit under the desk and break my pressed powder all over the kitchen floor and even eat some of it while I was, again, on the computer. See?  All better!




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