cutting corners

Sometimes it’s OK to cut corners.

Other times it is not.

I certainly will never win mom-of-the-year awards. Especially not now after coming clean on the following:

* Tonight’s dinner consisted of whatever we could scrape together from all the leftovers in the fridge. We’re trying really hard to save some money (with both of us being journalists, the paycheck is certainly not something we take for granted lately) and not throw out too much food. Tonight I heated up some questionable chicken for myself and some leftover taco meat and fixins for the kids. I took about four bites of the chicken and had to throw it away. I hate to admit that it was a nasty color. I am almost gagging thinking about it right now. So the kids got two tacos each. Neither of them (Little Man ate his own stuff … a whole other story) ate all their food. So when they were done, I swear I scraped their plates into a bowl and smashed the taco shells (which had become soggy) and put a ton of shredded cheese on top and ate it as a taco salad. Complete with my sons’ teeth marks in the shells. Mmmm. (not.)

* About a month ago we got really lazy and/or forgot to buy diapers. Little Man was down to his last one. I did not realize this. I changed him for bed and immediately called to tell the hubby to buy new diapers on his way home. About an hour later, Little Man started SCREAMING from his room. I went in, and he pointed to his behind and said “pee-pee.” (Which is how he tells us he pooped.) I about fell over. The little stinker pooped in his diaper during bedtime. HE NEVER DOES THAT. Here I was. It’s about midnight. I’m exhausted. Irritated. So I throw out the dirty diaper and …

I GOT INTO THE TRASH to pull out the least offensive dirty diaper I could find.

I grabbed the pee diaper I took off him at bedtime, slapped it back on him and called it a night.

I know. I’m definitely the mother of the year, right? I’ll accept any awards you want to send my way. Including LOSER MOMMY.


One thought on “cutting corners

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s