Bad Mom...(and my 100th post...how special)

***Disclaimer…I know I am not a bad mom. I am a great mom. I’d do anything for my baby, and pretty much do. She’s definitely loved and cared for, but I think every mom (especially young mom’s with their first child) go through a time when they say… “I’m a bad mom”…even though we know we aren’t. I am learning…but I thought I’d share, because, for me, that’s part of the learning process. Comments and advice welcome…but no need to tell me I’m not a bad mom. I truly know this!:) ***

It is one o’clock in the afternoon; I haven’t showered, I haven’t bathed my baby. At about eleven I finally thought to brush my teeth. When Montana woke up this morning, I let her play in crib for like twenty minutes while I finished balancing the checkbook, only to get her up, give her a little bit of lovin’, and then sit her down with a “faffle” (waffle) to be baby sat by a mouse, a Mexican handy man and a bunch of little kids in a rocket ship (Mickey Mouse Club House, Handy Manny and Little Einsteins) while I packed. Okay, okay…and blogged. I know you can see the time stamp on my last six blogs.

Hey, at least I got her dressed for the day…sort of. That’s more than I can say for myself thus far.

After she tired of television, we turned on some Justin Timberlake and “Rocked Our Bodies” while Mommy pretended to play with her, but sneaking in some packing in between dance moves. I fed her some lunch and then put her down for a nap. And then I packed. And packed. And packed. I had to take a break to do something, and since pretty much the only conversation I’ve had today is with a 19 month old, I thought I’d blog….my uh, seventh or eighth post of the day…about how I feel like a bad mom. I know I’m not, I just feel like it at the moment. And because I feel like that, of course I can bring to reference a few recent examples…

*She ate a whole Milky Way leaving Target on Saturday. The idea was to give her a bite, so that she’d stop freaking out because the checker was taking all of our stuff (she thinks the check out stand people are taking her stuff, since its in her cart. This is the scenario at EVERY store, EVERY time…freaks out), so we bought a Milky Way and I go to give her a bite. No, no…she’s nineteen months, she can do EVERTHING by herself. So I then realize now to take the Milky Way away, I would have made her fit that much worse. By the time we get to the car she’s already a chocolatey mess, mixed with the 100 degree weather, and it’s pretty much gone. So I left her to suck on the wrapper. In Marc’s defense, he was there, but he was angry about the situation. Bad Mom Move.

*She got a small sunburn on her back…I rubbed a massive amount of sunburn on her back the other day when she was swimming, but I missed some spots right around her straps, because I didn’t pull the straps down to lather. Every good mom knows to pull the straps down first to apply sunscreen. Well, I know now. Bad Mom Move.

*I JUST realized, she’s close to 20 months, and I haven’t taken her in for her 18month check up and immunizations. I had taken her because she was sick like two weeks before she turned 18 months, so I know she is okay, but still…I feel like a slacker because I completely forgot until I read a friends blog who just took their baby for a check up. Bad Mom Move.

*She burned her leg on my flat iron yesterday. I was getting her ready for church and put her up on the counter to do her hair, in my bathroom. My younger sister was over because she wanted to go to our ward and go to Marc’s Sunday School class, so she was getting ready in the other bathroom. I am ALWAYS super careful with what she has in her reach, and I noticed that the curling iron was in reaching distance, out of the corner of my eye, but I hadn’t used it, so I didn’t move it. She reached over, and I could see that she was grabbing it and saying “Hot!” in an informative tone…not a painful one. I said, “Yes, hot…don’t touch”, because even though it wasn’t hot, I want her to think it is, so that she doesn’t touch it when it is. I hadn’t realized that Whitney had brought my flat iron back in that she had borrowed and set it down there next to the curling iron. Then all the sudden she says, “Hot! Hot!" (not informatively, but painfully) and starts to cry, and I realized she had pulled the flat iron down into the sink where her feet were, and I pulled it out only to see that she had a burn on her ankle. Stupid. Bad Mom Move.

Ultimately, she’s loved, safe, happy, and healthy….and I feel good about my efforts. This week has been very crazy with getting ready to move this weekend, and so I know when we get into a better routine, I will feel less hair brained, but for now, I guess I just thought I’d put it out there that this week, I think pulled a few Bad Mom Moves.