These are my confessions

Jul 27, 2015

Oh Usher, you and your catchy songs that will now remain in so many people's heads. If you're still singing it by Friday, I apologize.

But, have you ever just had thoughts that you felt like you needed to share? Like, clearly someone else can relate. Or maybe it will just feel good to get it off your chest? That is this post.


-I confess that last week was probably not my best parenting week. One of the days, and I can't remember which one, but the boys were non.stop.fighting. I am talking nothing was working, they just wouldn't stop. One thing they kept fighting over was some stupid map that one of them picked up on a trail. Which one? We will never know, they both claim to have brought it home. No matter how many, "please share", "okay let's just take turns", "seriously? It's just a piece of paper", I threw out there. It wasn't stopping. So finally after about the fifth attempt of sitting down to feed the baby uninterrupted, yet being interrupted by the sounds of an attempted body slam, I got up, grabbed that map, ripped it in half and threw it away! The boys went from being at each others throats to sobbing together on the floor. Like some Band of Brothers, deep in the trenches type shit. "How could she do that?" "Ahhhh such a mean mommy!" It went on and on. Truth be told, I felt bad. Like really bad. But....they stopped fighting. 

-I confess that Avalon has taken to climbing in our bed every night at the strike of 3:00 am, and I have done nothing to stop it. Girl is like clockwork. Her door opens at three on the dot, and she is in my bed and asleep by 3:05. I have no idea what is going on all of a sudden. She normally sleeps like a rock. Maybe last week with Chris gone she just wants to keep me company? Like Odette in the bed isn't enough, we need more. I truly don't mind it. I know I should get up and put her back in her bed but I don't. I am pretty sure Chris was feeling a little crowded over the weekend. Welcome home! You now get all of five inches to sleep on. You're welcome, try not to roll off the bed. 

-I confess that when we head out to the park and we pull up to too many cars in the parking lot, I go find another park. I just can't deal with too many park moms. Yes me and my brood are about to take up a whole lot of real estate at the park. We outnumber your one child three to one. Pierce is a massive three year old, with a full arm cast, so just don't mess with him when he wants to go down the slide. We are SO loud people probably think that an abduction of some kind is happening. Moms look at me like, "isn't she going to quiet them down?". To that I say, nope! We are at the park, not the library, so if my child's vocal range is interrupting your super important conversation about the latest and greatest tupperware....take it to the coffee house folks. This is a park...where children PLAY! LOUDLY! 

-I confess that I have made three hair appointments, and cancelled them all. Well, one was Chris' fault because he got called into work. But, the other two were all me. I have never been this indesisive in my whole life. Like....it is just hair. Why am I being picky? Not only that though, but I have yet to find a great hairdresser here. Truth be told, I usually cut and color my own hair in the downstairs bathroom. But, it needs a professional run through. I just know that I will probably only get one shot at an appointment, so in the event that they screw up, I will be left to correcting it myself. No bueno!

-We have three, THREE doctors appointments this week. Pierce will be re-casted tomorrow. Odette has her four month check up, and Pierce has a physical for school. I have already warned Chris that we are going to need wine! Lots and lots of wine! I am probably going to need to drowned out the public display of bipolar parenting that I'm sure will haunt me for all of five minutes. It's not even that I care about what the rest of the world thinks, it is that my own mind can only handle so much. And in all my attempts to space out these appointments, the receptionists just laughed at me. So, light a candle for me. Or just follow me on snapchat (kelsey_pardonmf) because I have no sham when it comes to showing off my mad child wrangling skills!

Do you have anything to confess? Did I scare you away from this blog forever?

I hope not.....

10 comments:

  1. Seriously you are amazing!!! Don't feel bad I would have ripped the map up too lol.

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    1. HAHA!! Thank you, I feel a little better now ;)

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  2. Wait, people expect children to be NOT LOUD at the park? Are you serious? My own voice volume is somewhere between "loud" and "pterodactyl loud" so of course my child is going to imitate his mother.

    And... I would have also ripped that map in half. They won't remember it at 18.

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  3. All justified parenting tactics in my book...I love the "park mom's" paragraph haha. My only suggestion for a hair cut/color is Gayle at Catelyn's Place Day Spa. It's on Dimond so it's kind of a drive from base but in my 28 years in Anchorage she is the only one I ever walked away from 100% satisfied with my hair (and the price). But if you go to her and you hate it, then....haha

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    1. Ooooh! Thank you for the recommendation!! I will definitely check that place out :)

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  4. Oh don't you worry, I will be eagerly tuning in to Snapchat for all of this goodness. I used to crawl in my parents' bed when I was a kid too. Don't worry, she will stop before she goes to college ;)

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  5. I am sending you lots of good energy for your week! And if I had snapchat I would totally follow you because to see some of these stories you tell play out in near real time would be amazing/hilarious I'm sure. Good luck this week mama!! x

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  6. I. LOVE. THIS. As you knew I would. I'll light a candle for you this week my dear.

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  7. Our daughter has also been climbing in bed, although at 4 am, but she never coslept so I'm like "wtf lady! go away!"

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  8. I do the same with the parks. Nope. I don't feel like dealing with a bunch of other rotten kids. It's easier when it's just us!

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