Welcome to another Tuesday of Mommy Confessions! And before we start, head on over to AshleySpain.net and wish her a big congratulations on the birth of her son! We will miss her linking this week, as she is always one to do so, every week, without fail.
You may have thought from the title of this post, that I have recently been catching up on some great literary classics, however, that is not the case. Instead, it is me, admitting that sometimes I am a royal “b” and need to check my attitude at the door. Any guesses as to who may bear the brunt of said “attitude?”
But whyyyy? I’m so delightful!
You see, sometimes I forget that being a Stay at Home Mom is my job. I do it all day, every day. It’s second nature to know when Vivien needs a snack, or wants a sippy cup, or simply just wants to sit on my lap and watch some Mickey Mouse club.
On the weekends when Eli is home, I find myself irritated that he’s not doing things the same way that I do them. He is giving her cheerios for breakfast, and forgetting the banana that usually goes with it *gasp*
Now, deep down, I know that he’s doing this to help me out, and I know that he has the best intentions. But in the heat of the moment, all mean-wife style, I have found myself snapping things like,
“She ALWAYS eats breakfast at this time!” or “Why hasn’t she had her bottle yet, this morning?! It’s 10:30am!”
But then, I sit back and realize that good intentions are sometimes lost on me, being the control freak that I am. I also realize that my husband is a saint for putting up with my shenanigans and still liking me regardless.
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