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Where every day is Zero Nutrition Thursday...
Twelve of us Mamas make up Worst. Mama. Ever., an informal competition to entertain those of you out there also aspiring to get through this chaotic mess of trying to raise small people.
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13 comments:
I once melted back into the crowd to watch my toddler throw a tantrum and muttered things like "Where is that child's mother?"
I once... (as in last week) chased my 2-year-old daughter around a basketball game wearing high heeled boots, while she laughed and ran away and the highschoolers stopped playing to wait for me to catch her and drag her, now screaming and writhing, off the basketball court.
I once... held a package of screws up to the checkout boy at Home Depot to be scanned...that was wet with my child's urine.
THis is an awesome idea Epiphany and I think we could get some great responses. I am linking it at my place.
i once fell down the stairs with the baby in my arms. baby was well protect by creative acrobatics as i fell through the air but mama was WAY hurt. ouch.
i once used a leash on my son who had (has) a propensity for running away from me in large crowds.
I (more than) once picked my baby's nose when I just couldn't stand the giant booger I could see in there.
I once caught poop in my bare hand as I was changing a diaper. I should have waited a bit longer to change the diaper.
In fact, now that I think of it, I did this with both children. That means two poops. You would think I would have learned the first time.
(In response to Ging's response)
I once picked my child's poop up out of the bottom of the Target Shopping cart. Did not use my bare hand.
Just this evening, my 17 month old vomited all over the front of my shirt. Because we weren't going anywhere, instead of dirtying another, I just wiped it off and wore it the rest of the night.
I once blotted up a puddle of pee on an airplane seat (as best I could) and as we departed the plane simply told the flight attendant with a smile that we had a little "accident" in seat 23D.
I once...thought I'd NEVER use the tv as a babysitter!! Sigh....
I once . . . bit my 3-year-old to show her why you shouldn't bite the baby. It worked.
I once . . . dropped the baby on his head. Yeah, I still feel badly about that one.
I once dumped the poo out of the diaper into the toilet, lined the diaper with a paper towel and put it right back on the kid, because I was out of diapers.
I once pulled a tampon apart tucked the absorbent part next to my boy's penis, swaddled the rest of his butt in saran wrap, and took him home in girl's pants that were too big after a blowout that I was unprepared for. And I took pictures.
I once took my hand of my baby for just a second and they rolled off the change table onto the floor.
I always say no to my children in the grocery store checkout line and then ignore the weeping and wailing that follows.
@Carrien-The saran wrap tampon story is hilarious! Those are some doozy pictures I am sure!
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