Sunday was not my most stellar mom day. Truthfully, neither was Monday.
I think it is easy to portray the image of the "perfect" mommy in blogland.
Although I love party planning for any possible reason and doing actvities with my children that have earned me the nickname "camp counselor Katie", I still have those kind of days.
Sunday and Monday were most certainly those kinds of day from the start. On Monday, the kids fought all morning long over LEGOS. There was screaming, crying, and time outs.
And that was just for me.
On Sunday I was falling asleep in church despite my cup of morning happy. Head bobbing and all. Embarrassing.
We then attended our town's local annual festival despite my inner protest. It felt like summer instead of spring and crowds make me super cranky.
Just keepin' it real.
The hubby even gave me an out, but I wanted to be a good sport.
Except being a good sport is sometime hard to do.
By the time we got home, I crashed on the couch.
You should know that I NEVER nap. NEVER. EVER.
And when I woke up, I had a sore throat and burning eyes.
For dinner, I didn't defrost anything so my kids got pancakes.
I ate two chocolate cupcakes which were leftovers from our party on Saturday.
There wasn't enough batter for the hubby so he had oatmeal.
Sometimes I feel sorry for the guy. He spent a good chunk of the afternoon editing our Easter Story video and he had to eat oatmeal for dinner.
Then when the boys were playing outside, I explicitly told them to not pass our boundary while they were on bikes and scooters. Of course my oldest goes right past it with me watching in disbelief and sped his bike down the hill right into our middle son and both of them crashed to the ground. There were tears, bruises, and lots of skinned knees and elbows.
As I sprinted to them I was conflicted between my feelings of concern and feelings of anger that he didn't listen to me.
That's bad. Really bad.
And well, as for Tuesday. Let me just tell you that it involved this up a nose...
and this on a face...
Sooo my friends, it is not all perfect with prancing unicorns and sparkly rainbows in blogland after all.