Are you wondering what I mean by Mama MUD? Here is a re-post to give you some idea. Add your Mama Mud photo’s to the Facebook community here every Monday and/or write a post and leave a link in the comments or on the Fb wall. There’s safety in numbers!
I’m convinced that I might not survive my little girl. I don’t know how you moms with more than one of the “pretty in pink” species do it. Boys make an entirely different breed of mess. Somehow, for me, they are so much easier.
I decided to write so I don’t go ballistic or cry. It’s therapudic to share my frustrating moments and somehow, documenting it takes away a bit of the sting, reducing the boiling anger roiling in my chest. That’s what Muddy Mama is about.
Guess how I got to spend the baby free moments of a rare sunny Saturday morning?
Dealing with this…
The guest bathroom looks fabulous decorated with a whole roll of fluffy TP don’t you think? And the squirted out toothpaste adds a chic look to my stool. And everybody needs a soaking wet hand towel to primp themselves.
“Mommy bandaids” expertly unwrapped and stuck to the bathroom floor. More “stickers” (planter wart bandaids) stuck all over adding to the masterpiece. And no little girl
mess decorating job would be complete without one hundred or so baby wipes in the trash. At least something made it to the trash!
I didn’t get a picture but Little Miss Colonel also poured a coffee can full of chicken mash into my clean laundry! Here chicky chicky, come into my laundry room and clean my clothes please. What was she thinking?
All I wanted to do was trim my rose canes and attempt a batch of gluten free Matzo for a Christian Seder.
Check out this post on Gina Conroy’s blog with a script and family friendly ideas for doing an easy Christian Seder.