So here I thought I'd be different and revolutionize the world of parenting blogs with my original, incisive observations about motherhood. But then it took me almost an hour to find a blogspot url name that hadn't already been taken by a couple of other revolutionary mommas. Crummy Mummy? There are at least two per continent. Mama drama: ditto. Rummy mummy wasn't taken, but I wasn't sure I felt like being the first... So, if you kind of mispronounce "aberrant", it kinda of rhymes with "parent" and voilà! Let my uniqueness shine, baby!
Ok, so I'm certainly not the wittiest, funniest, wisest or most interesting parent out there, but I can guarantee you one thing: I'VE got the best kids.
Seriously.
They are gorgeous, brilliant, always clean, well-dressed and with manners out of Victorian England (I swear my oldest has been known to curtsy new acquaintances). Sadly, I don't know where they get it from. I, myself could stand to lose a few pounds, don't have one non-child related intelligent opinion, don't get to shower and change my clothes as often as I'd like and am so damn tired I sometimes forget to say "please" and "thank you" (especially when addressing my husband).
The good news is after five years of wearing the same maternity pants, I've finally graduated to my sister's "skinny" jeans. Ok, actually, her "fat" jeans, and only if I take shallow breaths and don't sit down, but stil, it's ajean with a button...
I've also had my hair done today! As my two older kids and my dear hubby are off camping this week-end, I can finally "take it easy" and have "some me time" with only my six month-old to take care of.
It was lovely at the salon! At least for the first five minutes, and then, of course, Baby M woke up from his nap. Still he was all coos and grins and charmed everyone in sight while all I had to do was keep my stroller out of the way, and not move my head at the same time so the colorist could do his magic. Then, when baby got hungry, I simply had to breast-feed him without him getting cooked under that halo thing they use so the dye takes quicker in your hair. Finally I really got to relax before my turn at the sink to wash my hair, with only one fussy infant to bounce on my knee and trying to rip the foil pieces off my hair (which is falling out by the fistful anyway due to my post-partum hormones).
And tonight! Tonight, I shall enjoy a quiet dinner out with my mother (since my husband is out camping), with only the same stroller-always-in-the-way issues to deal with and still with only the one fussy baby bouncing on my knee while he tries to grab stuff off my plate and mash it in my new hair and (almost) clean top! Easy living, I tell you!
I can promise you I ain't wearing the "skinny/fat" jeans out this evening, though! They've already been forgotten on the floor behind the bathroom door until I'm back on Weight Watcher's for a few more weeks (or my husband runs out of clean underwear and decides to round up some dirty clothes for a load of laundry, whichever comes first).
Still, my hair looks great and the maternity jeans aren't so bad with my black top with only the one tiny hole in the shoulder. At least baby M is wearing a cute outfit.
Sigh.
Awesome! Really. Great balance of personnal and funny.
ReplyDeleteJeans are overrated.