Rock bottom motherhood moments

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Rock bottom motherhood moments
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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 11:31am
Have you ever had moments where you thought "I have hit rock bottom as a mother." Done something that you thought you would never do as a childless person?

For example: I got home last night and my DH, in his infinite wisdom, had thrown away DS's last pacifier. It was coming apart and he thought DS would swallow the nipple part. Whatever. The nipple part is huge. Anyway, DS was screaming bloody murder and running around looking for it. I went to the grocery store at 9:30 wearing nice dress shoes, a sports bra with a navy tank over it and gray athletic shorts. When I was checking out, I realized I was a big fashion don't but I needed those pacifiers. Rock bottom.

KG

"I do not want to be a princess! I want to be myself"

Mallory (age 3)

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 11:48am
That's it? That's rock bottom? Hey, I don't wear shorts OR tank tops anymore....but I look worse than that most days I'm not at work!
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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 11:51am
Oh..I have worse but that was rock bottom for the month of July. I have gone to work with little bannana hand prints on my black skirt. I have also leaked during a seminar and I was wearing a silk shirt. Major embarrasement. I also have told my toddler that if he did not stop screaming in the car, I was going to pull it over. He was 17 months old. He had no clue what I meant.

KG

"I do not want to be a princess! I want to be myself"

Mallory (age 3)

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 12:01pm
Well today I am staying home from work because my child woke up in melt down mode. He is throwing fits at he drop of a hat. I really don't know what to do with him.

If anyone would like a really cute little boy with red hair and a temper to match it, let me know.

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 12:39pm
A pediatrician told me that the way to wean your baby from his/her pacifier is when the last one in the house is gone, don't buy any more. HA! Obviously she has no kids.
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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 2:28pm
I once sent my father and DH back to our church at about 11:30pm on Christmas Eve. My son could not find his "bunny bunny" and I thought we left it there.

Bunny bunny was found in the am sitting on top of the bin where we keep our dog food. Poor kid helped feed the dog, put bunny down and closed the cabinet so I didn't see it until the next morning when I went to feed the dog again.

Kid was so happy to see his bunny that I cried like an idiot. I guess not sleeping at all myself didn't help either.

Mel

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 2:39pm
My rock bottom motherhood moment includes the following elements:

...screaming, squawking children; sticky, sweaty, clingy, with bad breath

...absent dh

...dog with face in the garbage eating toxic leftovers from biannual refrigerator clean-up

...my own unwashed body, greasy hair, no make-up but needing to be at fancy school fundraiser in ten minutes

...a complete lack of appropriate/clean clothing for aforementioned fancy fundraiser

...child with uncanny ability to disappear into the corner and take off his poopy diaper and gaily swing it to and fro through out the (carpeted) living room during the forty seconds I've chosen not to supervise him

...doorbell ringing with cable guy asking if I could show him where the cable enters the house

...another child with a burst of artistic energy deciding to decorate his new $2400 bunk bed with super-permanent-never-to-be-removed marker (have to leave without locating the marker hence imagining further destruction as the night goes on)

...telephone ringing with polite American Express representative with lilting Indian accent letting me know that we STILL owe $6412

...failed negotiations with child who really wants her blankie laundered before I leave because her brother peed on it earlier, (hear myself say, "That isn't such a bad smell")

...and the very, very liberal use of the word "orphanage" by me


These are the only things I can remember. My brain has done me the favor of partially blocking the memory. Unfortunately there was a photographer at the fundraiser so I have a picture of me that night. I will make it my life's mission to find the photographer and burn his negatives. (Did I mention that the photograph was posted at the entrance of our school for two weeks before I realized it was there?)

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 5:21pm
Hm, just last week I caught myself singing aloud in the shower...

.... the Pokemon theme.

I hope it doesn't get worse.

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 5:26pm
Oh, and I'd also thought I'd share someone else's likely story too (since she doesn't connect to the internet, lol)

One night, a friend called me in a panic.. her son had a seizure and wanted me to drive them to the ER right away. I did. Upon learning it was just a feveral seizure, in relief, she began to take a look at herself... braless, in her sweats and a pajama top with her dh's loafers on.

Ever since then, I refuse to take off my bra until the kids are asleep, especially if they are sick. *just in case*

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 5:38pm
Wait until your kids are older.

Jenna

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Wed, 07-30-2003 - 5:48pm
Well, my oldest is 6 and he has caused some rock bottom moments. Once at the ped. office for my toddler appt, they asked if Alex (the toddler) had any problems with aggression. Zak answered before I could stop him. He said,"Yeah, he is always hitting me and my mom is always yelling." Thank goodness, the ped nurse knew me and just laughed.

Another time, we got home and the tree trimmers were in the front of the house. Zak was really upset. We got in and somehow Alex got a steak knife out of the drainer. I chased him and finally got it away. Then, I could not find Zak. I opened the front door and he was standing there with a sign that said NO! He was pointing it at the tree trimmers. My little protester. It is my favorite Zak story.

KG

"I do not want to be a princess! I want to be myself"

Mallory (age 3)

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