When I first heard about the "Not Mom of the Year Contest" hosted by the ever fabulous Mommyologist and Life Without Pink I giggled. Because let's face it--we are all guilty of doing something that could allow us to wear that hat. And some more than others....
Ahem.
I remember before I gave birth to my first daughter, Isabella, I had it all figured out. It was pretty much the list of awesome--and I just knew that I would be the most perfect, amazing mommy that ever walked the face of the earth. I would do it all and prove to everyone that motherhood was4 perfect and easy and a piece of cake.
Some of my goals included:
*No sweets, unhealthy snacks
*No television
*Never missing a bath
*Sunshiny, singing in the mornings
*A spotless home at all times
*Homemade dinners every nite of the week. Natural, organic and homemade baby food, too
*Toss that pacifier out on the day she would turn 1
*Fix my hair, wear makeup daily
Now nearly three years later and two little girls later I am sitting on the couch still in my pj's. For breakfast today we started out with a Rice Krispy treat and followed that with Apple Jacks and Golden Crisp.
So much for no sugary sweets, eh?
I've thought up a list of all the "Not Mom of the Year" worthy events that have happened in the past few years...
*The time Isabella ate dog poop...
*The time Madelyn slept in poop...
*The time Isabella fell off the bed...
*The time Madelyn fell off the bed...
*The time that Isabella ate chocolate frosting out of the trash can...
*The time we ate cake for breakfast...
*The time we ate cookies for breakfast...
*The times we go to McDonald's for nuggets, fries and Diet Cokes...
*The times I have secretly laid in my bed praying and hoping that they would go back to sleep...
*We eat instant oatmeal more than healthy oatmeal...
*The amount of times that I have bribed with Goldfish, fruit snacks and ice cream...
*I sometimes let them skip a bath...
*Isabella learned how to count in Spanish--and not from me, but from Dora...
*Or the time that Isabella found an old sippy cup and took a drink...and what was in said cup? Milk. Gag...
That's my list of my "Not" moments. I know there are more {believe me when I say that...}, but in my daughters' eyes? I will always be their mom of the year--and to me? That's what rocks mommyhood.
Because for all of our "Not" moments we have many, many wonderful moments...even if on some days it just doesn't seem possible.
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