I Won’t Be Winning Mother Of The Year

During a recent adventure to Wal-Mart to grab some much-needed groceries, no exaggeration the fridge was looking like something out of the Grinch Movie – after that little bastard visited, I had decided to splurge and buy some pie for dessert tonight. The pumpkin pie was two for $10.00 – awesome, I was pretty sure that everyone would be delighted and thrilled. I even took it to the next level and brought home some Cool Whip.

Wrong! Apparently my youngest doesn’t like pumpkin pie and only likes apple. Sighs. I said I was sorry, but I wasn’t going back to Wal-Mart today, that place was scary today.Β  My son then proceeded to go into great detail how I knew he didn’t like pumpkin and I bought it on purpose. Whatever, he’ll get over it.

Wrong again, shortly after dinner as I was slicing it up to serve to everyone, he started to pout and shouted that I was now rubbing it in his face. Blinks! I honestly, didn’t know that he didn’t enjoy pumpkin pie.. this kid will pretty much eat everything else.

I literally couldn’t control the laughter and this just angered that little annoying brat more as he stormed up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door. His little escapade had me wondering what others things would ultimately cause me to lose the Mother of the Year titles – I wonder does it come with a tiara? I’d really like one of those.

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One by one the reasons started to accumulate. Maybe it was the time, I left a load of laundry in the washing machine for three days because I forgot about it; I think that’s why my husband took over this chore.

Or maybe it was the time I told Kira I wouldn’t watch another episode of Vampire Diaries and ended up binge-watching two full seasons.

It could have been the time, I shoved an entire bite-sized brownie in my mouth because I ate the last one and promised one of the kids they could have it. How bad is that? I don’t even remember which child it was.

A friend and mother of four recently shared on Facebook that the two biggest things that had her name stroked from the Mother of the Year Nominations List was that she had failed to return permission slips to school on time and ate an entire king-size chocolate bar while hiding from her family in a closet. Yes, I’m guilty of both of those.

This mothering thing is a lot more difficult than you’d think. There are so many things to remember and you’d probably remember them more if the kids would leave you alone for 5 minutes to gather your thoughts.

As parents, tiny trivial issues can easily escalate and your children are devious little monsters, they won’t forget this under any circumstance and my son is probably in his room fetching some kind of revenge plan to reward me for not buying that darn apple pie.

Will you be winning the Mother of the Year for 2016? Tell us why your name has also been removed from the ballot. We’re not judging because we’re just as guilty.

 

9 thoughts on “I Won’t Be Winning Mother Of The Year

  1. Haha! I definitely won’t be winning mom of the year. Things like enforcing prescription medications (because it’s so much better to end up in the ER than take 8 mL of medication, right?) and even waking the kids up for school get me knocked off the list by the time the sun has barely risen!

    1. I hear you, there was a time when I was taking a sick day from workhttp://www.busymomdiary.com/wp-admin/edit-comments.php#comments-form the kids also took a sick day, because I just didn’t have the energy to go and wake them up, lol!

    1. I’m not even trying for it anymore. If they are fed and smile at least half the time, I’m doin’ something right.

  2. You DO deserve that tiara .. Around here (I have 4 kids ) if you don’t like something that is served… Open the fridge and your welcome to a nice cold glass of water and I’ll even let you have ice.. So you WEAR that tiara proudly ..and your better then me cause I would have cut an extra big slice and put an extra dollop of whipped cream and MMMMM all the way to town.. Ha… And fixed my crown Ha.. πŸ™‚

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