There is currently blue icing and white decorator’s pearls on my car’s leather seats. I am currently worn out. And I am currently rethinking my lofty ideas about this blog.
Today was Too Kind Tuesday and this by far is my favorite idea day. Today at Gia’s preschool it was wear blue day since they are working on the color blue this month. Blue, kind of appropriate for my mood.
We decided to make blue cupcakes for the preschool class.
I had to wake up extra early today so I could make icing, dye the icing blue, and slap some on the cupcakes Gia and I made for too kind Tuesday. I loved making these with her but I had to do this last night after we spent all day making a craft, and well, being a mom.
I feel like I sit down to write these posts and it simplifies my life, like it’s just one craft, fun idea, and outing after the next BUT there is so much chaos that goes on from morning till night and my little one does not go down easily. I took out books from the library a few days ago and they sit on my nightstand torturing me…
They are stacked up and I feel as if they are saying, “We are full of sexy men, fun stories, fabulous women, waiting to entertain you and give you a break BUT hahahaha- it’s too bad you never can get to us!”
Maybe I’ll pull an Arianna and just knock them off- take that books!
Back to the carseats. After a completely rushed morning and I am talking making oatmeal, icing cupcakes, getting two slowpokes ready and dressed and out the door, does oatmeal smeared on Gia’s too tight pants and tiny top count. Yes, Gia insisted on wearing this blue (for blue day) sweater that was a bit revealing, like I think if this wasn’t preschool, I might have gotten a call from the school!
Arianna had ketchup on her forehead, and yes, um, hide my shameful face, it was from last night- they didn’t take baths because we didn’t have hot water for a while because of a plumbing situation and I guess my lazy bones didn’t see it or was just so tired. I mean, we couldn’t get her to sleep till ten-thirty – thank you to my husband who mercifully laid down with her after I came downstairs proclaiming, “I don’t care, let her scream, and kick the door down, I’m done!”
P.S. I never saw him after that…he fell asleep in there and I feel asleep doing who knows, probably crying! Oh wait, I gave up crying for New Years!
So, I was already frazzled , had to drop Gia off, drive over to music class, sing and dance for 45 minutes with Moms and Tots , and I do mean dance. The instructor put on the music, was shaking her hips and just got her boogie on. Gia would have fit in well this morning with her belly baring outfit.
Got Gia, drove home, went to pick up the cupcake container and the lid wasn’t closed because I peeked on the way home to see how many were left. And you know the rest… blue icing everywhere.
Plus, the kitchen was messy, those darn laundry baskets were filled again, why does everybody throw their clothes in after one wearing? – I mean, I wear clothes for weeks until I wash them…hmm, no wonder none of the Moms sit next to me during story time !
Anyway, I just feel …like I am treading water here, and my girls desperately need me. They don’t really need a project and something cool and different to come up with – I mean, all I do is sit on the floor and they climb all over me, why hadn’t I seen this before? I mean I think I’ve said it but I sometimes can’t grasp it that they just want me, not the energizer bunny, drinking a thousand cups of coffee, always baking, and trying to come up with an exciting craft.
Did I just say “exciting craft?” Yea- exactly, that’s the problem here, I actually don’t find crafts exciting…
In fact, maybe I’m the one who’s exciting? Never mind the colored paper and glue – My Husband did tell me after a few dates that I was the craziest person he ever met…forget Michaels- girls, get your cutest outfits on – we are going o u t. Hello Chucky Cheese!
But in all seriousness, I am only committing myself to Too Kind Tuesdays and instead of Wonderific Wednesdays, how about just Pops (a page about ideas that pop in my head).
I just thought of something – Entenmann’s sells Pop’ ems, which are mini donuts- it’s meant to be.
Plus, the word pop suits me. I have ideas popping in my head from sunrise until sunset…Pop goes the Mommy…
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Lol. Love it you crazy girl
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Jill, this is awesome. Every mom loves to hear about the joy (and pain) other moms are going through. I will continue to read daily! Thanks.
Always puts a smile on my face Jill.