Mommy Confessions
Some things have been rumbling around in my head for a few days, and I think it's because I need to come clean.
1. I have no idea what Abigail does in her crib at naptime. Seriously. She might be sleeping; she might not be sleeping. I really don't know. See, Abigail can hear the carpet crunch, so when I put her in bed for a nap, I close the door all the way. I don't go check on her at all. Not at all. She broke me of that habit a long time ago. I used to slowly open the door to peek in on my precious sleeping baby, only to find her looking back at me. When I closed the door, the crying commenced. Eek. Then, I used to prop her door open ever so slightly with a small, squishy purple letter P left intentionally at the bottom of the door. But the Child would look through the small slit in the door to see if anyone was around. So now we find ourselves where we are now. I would love to see my sweet one in respose; however, I am left to this pattern.
2. Abigail loves beans, but she will likely never eat them at home. I can almost hear her grandmothers' responses as they read this, "Send the child to my house. I'll feed her beans!!" And that's exactly what may have to happen because right now the child only gets beans when we are out at a Mexican food restaurant. Poor thing. It's true that whatever the Momma doesn't like usually doesn't make it onto the dinner table. This is the fate of beans, chinese food, and asparagus in our house. Who's with me?
3. I eat like a toddler...and I like it. This week, my lunches included pizza, chicken fingers, and french fries. And I'm eating pizza tomorrow for lunch. (I already know because we have plans with our Aggies.) I really prefer comfort food to healthy stuff that may contain something green. I eat green stuff because I know I should and because I feel better when I do, but secretly inside I just want cheese and bread.
Whew! I feel a lot better after all this cyber-honesty. But I fear that if I keep confessing like this, you just might lose respect for me. So I'm gonna cut it off here. Thanks for reading. Feel free to confess, too. They say it's good for the soul.
3 comments:
I'd much rather eat like a kid too!!
Now you know why I always ate lunch after the boys. Otherwise, I would have been eating spaghettios And loving them, I might add. And as for my grandchildren and beans, etc., it's true that I must protest. We've already taken Elizabeth out once for Chinese and heaven's knows we go out often enough for Mexican food with them. We're doing our best!
Oh, Shan...that's great! I have NEVER, EVER, EVER checked on my kids during naptime or at night. Their doors have NEVER been open during those times. If it's quiet, ignorance is bliss.
My next confession: I have no problem bribing with food. I may have been parent-directed with nursing/bottles, but I am demand all the way with food.
I don't make R sit at the table for snacks b/c it confines me too much. (granted my "kitchen" table is down the hall and in another room than my kitchen...silly Scots.
I run a fan AND wear ear plugs so that I only hear my kids if they're crying (and kind of hard) when I'm trying to sleep. (Josh is my back-up so the kids really are okay).
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