Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Momtrocity #2 (of a million)
The thing is, somewhere between birth and age 22, I lost my imagination. Poof. Gone. I don't dance unless very inebriated, I don't make silly faces, I don't woop at sporting events. I sit quietly and mind my business. I don't DIY stuff around my house. I don't sing along to the radio when others are in the car. I don't sing aloud in public at all (again, unless inebriated). I don't scream or make loud noises. 1000% boring. And now I have a kiddo who will need to be entertained in ways that don't involve my inebriation. Have you read kinderpendent? Or stopped by SouleMama? I'm effed! No way will my sad little brain ever conjure up the creative schemes it should to make sure baby H develops into the genius he should. Just today I had to read a post on babycenter to learn how to play with a newborn. (and it's taken me six weeks to do this...). A typical day means me trying to keep him alive, let alone happy and stimulated. Mama fail.
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Ha, you could have been describing me there. Just wait till you find yourself at a storytime or something where the moms are supposed to sing along. Awkward! But for better or for worse it only gets easier and easier to be a gigantic dork in public. In my opinion, you should stop trying to figure out how to play with a 6 week old and go watch tv guilt-free or play nintendo or something. *
*disclaimer: I have never won any type of parenting award. But my kids are still, you know, alive and stuff.
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