1. Sometimes I yell, snap, scowl, get impatient, sarcastic or generally unpleasant with the 2 adored progenies.
2. Sometimes I am way too soft, as evidenced by the "kinda" sick kid laying on the floor in front of me reading Captain Underpants, who should probably be at school. I have been known to extend bedtimes, rescind punishments, give extra large portions of dessert and I never, ever serve brussel sprouts.
3. I probably spend too much time on the computer / making art / with my nose in a book when I could be baking pies from scratch, hiding cute little notes in their sock drawers and / or actually washing some socks to put in said sock drawers.
4. If I don't spend a certain amount of time selfishly doing my own thing (see # 3), I will lose my ever-lovin' mind. Yes, motherhood is challenging and fulfilling...but is it intellectually stimulating? Nuh-uh.
5. My house is generally messy enough to warrant a visit from some sort of health or child welfare agency (see #4). Please don't tip them off.
6. Sometimes we have sunbutter and honey sandwiches for supper.
7. Last year I forgot about early dismissal day...twice. My children waited for 45 minutes in front of the school before getting the office to call me, and are probably scarred for life.
8. I secretly hate playing action figures (shhhh...don't tell) and have resorted to many underhanded tricks to get out of doing so. There are just so many times I can have my knuckles bashed with the Thing, before I am outta there! (thanks Uncle Craig!) Even worse, if I had girls who played with dollies or Barbies or had sweet little tea parties, I would probably play more often...and longer.
9. I love the moment when the door shuts behind them, as they head out for school. The house is so quiet. I have a cup of tea, and waste time writing strangely confessional blog posts for no particular reason.
Mixed media Klimt inspired artwork for Gary Reef group. The pic is a little dark, but I can't be fussed to take another one (see lazy! Add "lazy" to the list above.)This was hard to do, and after I'd painstakingly painted our faces, I forgot that I'd used some watercolours and tried to wipe back a top layer of walnut ink. Faces partially obliterated! *groan* Fixed them up as best I could, and learned valuable lessons about water solubility.
Ok that's enough of that. I shall recommence polishing my halo of saintly motherhood...now. ;)