Currently, it’s 12:17pm and my 2 yr. old son is still in his pj’s and mostly tinted blue from the lollypop I bribed him with earlier this morning to keep him busy. My 2 mo. old daughter is crapping through her second outfit of the day, and I just greeted a fellow mom in our playgrp. at the door in my own pajamas with my huge white nursing bra sticking out the top of my too-tight tank top. I am a vision. I also have not showered since Sunday (today is Wed.).
My husband is a brilliant scientist, but we live in Chester County, one of the 25 most expensive places in America to live (and the only one in PA) and are there really other brands than “Great Value” at Giant? The name says it all…I am a social worker by degree, but discovered that I would actually lose money sending my two children to daycare while I pursued this illustrious career. Thus, The Stay At Home Mom of the Year has arrived.
Fair disclosure: if you can’t appreciate the humor that comes from raw honesty and self-depreciation, just log off now and leave the rest of us losers to our peace. I am writing this b/c several people have now suggested that I not deprive the world of my infinite wit and wisdom in mothering skills. Plus, when I’m not crying, I just think my life is REALLY funny.
This morning I decided to be cute, embrace the spirit of the season and make pumpkin cookies with my son. With cookie mix all over the floor, the counter and both my son and me, my baby started screaming. I was nuking a bottle of breastmilk in the microwave (of course, you should NEVER microwave baby’s bottles), when I forgot about it and it boiled over out of the microwave onto the tray of cookies I was preparing. I called my husband and he sweetly told me that I now had milk and cookies. Obviously, pumpkin cookies were NOT meant to be this morning…