Thursday, February 28, 2013

Stay at home mom... Again.

Somehow I have found myself, not only at home again with no full time job, but also giving lots of other moms advice.  I'm giving new moms advice about diapers, pacifier use, baby gas, discipline, toys, bedtime routines...  You'd think a really great mom, the tip-top best mom's should be giving this type of advice, yet it's just me, giving advice like I know what I'm doing.

I think back to when the twins were just babies and all the techniques I used to deal with all their little baby issues, and because I survived it all, I guess I feel like I do know what I'm doing.  Or I did.


Right now, I'm in epic fail mode in the mom responsibility department.  I'll give credit, where credit is due:  I am out on a medical leave, and my allergies/respiratory illness has caused various problems for me, chiefly waking up in the morning.  And guess what my one responsibility is now that I am home in the mornings?  I need to wake up and get the twins to school on time.  Guess how many times I have succeeded in doing this?  Zero.  Sam has brought them to school all these mornings, since late January, when my leave started.  I get up and get them ready, but that requires all my time, because I can't wake up early enough to get myself ready for public viewing too.


I did drop them off once, when there was a weather delay, but I still got them there almost an hour late.  Fail.


Sam is always very good to me about all of this, (but it's not the best situation for him with work and all),  and this morning, when he was trying to wake me up before he left for work, so I could begin the process of feeding the twins breakfast, making lunches, coordinating outfits, gathering winter gear, packing backpacks, brushing hair, and making sure all forms sent home in their special folders are signed and or removed so we don't look like jackasses for sending the folder back with newsletters, or information sheets still in there, as if we don't even check the special folders, I told him, "I'm going to punch you in the face."  He chose to leave for work and hope for the best, which didn't turn out for the best, since I woke up at noon and had no idea what was going on.


I apologized for telling him I was going to punch him in the face, (a threat I don't remember making in the least), and he told me it was okay.  He always tells me it's okay.


So, mom of the century right here, is giving lots of mommy advice lately to all my friends with new babies, even though I'm feeling like I am a-big-loser-mommy...


Yet, as I watch my children play with each other, listen to them talk about the world and people, or I see how empathetic and kind and smart they turned out, a little whisper of a voice in the back of my head says, "Hey, Joanna, you are a great mom.  You did a good job."


Of course, I shush her immediately and tell her sleepily, "I'm going to punch you in the face."

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