I was "that mom" today. Of course the more and more I go thru life I'm coming to the realization that I'm usually always "that mom".
And for those of you who aren't in the know, "that mom" is the mom with the semi-crazed children who often looks mildly flustered.
Dash-3 had his 2 mth apt (he has another week and a half till he's really 2 mths but hey you go when you go) and then dash-1 had a follow up apt so we were at the hospital for close to two hours. How long can small kids behave at the doctors (or anywhere for that matter) let me clue you in.... two hours is about an hour and some past the mark.
oh side note! (my children's lack of attention is rubbing off on me)
Guess who is 11 lbs 4 oz and a whooping 24 inches? And smiling real smiles, not just fart smiles?
If you guessed this little cutie you would be correct.
He is long and lean, by far our longest child, in fact he's almost three inches longer then both his brothers were at this point. Perhaps there will be a dash brother on the basketball court.
Any who the point to my ramble. So we did the doctors, then we hit the px, then we grabbed lunch, then we hit the commissary. And I was that mom. And there were moments that they were those kids.
And then I met a lovely retiree at the commissary who made me feel better.
Oh another side note, its come to my attention that there are two kinds of retirees at the commissary.
Those who make nasty faces at us moms wrangling kids, often without another parent around to give us a break.
Yes our kids might be loud, yes they might be "those kids" from time to time, but WE ARE TIRED, cut us a little slack. And I've also noticed that those are the same people who cart hog the aisle. Sorry that was a side note in a side note.
And then the other retirees are the ones who smile and say very grandmotherly (or grandfatherly) "don't worry, they are little ones, they are being good, I remember those days" etc.
Well I came across both sets today. The first annoyed me because I couldn't see over the baby seat in the cart so I might have hit their cart. Hey I apologized.
But the other retiree more then made up for it. Dash-2 darted out of the aisle and almost became a cart casualty, he very patiently stood there while dash-2 was frozen in place and I tried pulling him with me to the line. And then the man said, "I don't know how my wife did it while I was away."
A retiree who remembers that back in the day they were in our shoes.
So yeah, today I was "that mom" and there were times when my kids were "those kids" but I'm working on not being so hard on myself and on my kids. There will be those who look at me with disgust and those who look at me with the ability to remember when (or pity, I'm cool with pity if it means they wont call cps).
With three of them and one of me, being "that mom" is becoming a permanent state. But you know what? Motherhood still rocks.
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