Welcome to my first weekly Mommyhood Monday!!!
In between parenting, cleaning the bathrooms, washing towels, making phone calls for my husband, and sneaking a few minutes of SOA on Netflix, I tried to think of what to write about today. Figured I’d take a moment to write my blog post before I move on to cleaning the kitchen. Glamorous life. I know you’re totes jelly. (I stole that from my cousin’s FB friend. I’ve been waiting to use it properly. See, I’m down with the lingo… Awwww, yeah…)
Should I go into how I’ve finally deciphered Hubby’s parenting style? He’s a Kamikaze Parent. He Daddy-bombs the children and then flies away. He’ll be hiding in his man cave, playing World of Tanks, then he’ll storm upstairs, make the twins a snack, or engage them in a tickle fight, or cuddle with them for a moment on the sofa, and just as quickly, return from whence he came. Who was that Yankee’s jersey clad man? Mysterious.
Should I list (like every other Mommy blogger) the “Things They Should’ve Told Us to Expect When We Were Expecting”? Today’s item would be that until becoming a parent, you probably felt no camaraderie with homicidal maniacs. Seriously, how can the sound of the little voice I so longed to hear all those years suddenly be the sound that flips that switch which makes me go from a mild-mannered David Banner-type to a mostly pink version of The Hulk? Scroogy smash all the things… I sometimes wonder if the monster my kids keep insisting lives in their closet is really my angry doppelgänger.
Should I wax philosophically about how my daughters inspire me every day to be a better person? They are so smart, so creative, so energetic. I want to nurture, inspire, harness all of these qualities for the good of my kids, for the good of myself. They deserve so much better than my half-hearted, procrastinating, fear-stilted ways. Every day, I look at them and vow to bring out the fierce.
I dunno. What would you guys like to hear?