I Don't Need an American Express to Prove it!

I eat standing up.
I drink leftover milk with graham cracker crumbs floating in it.
I eat the crusts nobody wants.
  Once upon a time I had a stomach that didn't fall to the floor.
  Once I had hips that didn't serve as a baby saddle.
   Once I even had breasts that weren't on call 24 hours a day --
  and "will it show milk stains" wasn't my criterion
  for choosing an outfit.
   If you emptied out my purse, you'd find:
  diapers (new and used), a plastic bag of Cherrios,
  a leaky Tommy Tippy cup, a handful of napkins from McDonald's,
   a sandy pacifier, a soggy piece of bagel, a bottle of baby Tylenol,
  and a rectal thermometer.
      You know me.
  I'm bleary eyed from being up all night
  with a teething baby
  and teary-eyed from worrying about a toddler that refuses to eat.
  I'm damp with baby drool, and I have oatmeal in my hair.
   (I think my sweater's on inside out, but hey, at least I'm dressed.)
   I can't remember the last time I had a whole night's sleep.
  The only book I've read in the past 6 months is "Good Night Moon."
  I never get to finish a senten....
     I love my husband, but (yawn) ... zzzzzzzzzz.
  Don't ask me if I've seen any good movies lately.
  I have if you count the Little Mermaid, Pete Pan, and Cinderella.
  I know all the names of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles by heart, AND what
color each of them wears.
   I say "Cowabunga, dude," when the pizza's delivered.
   I used to be reasonably intelligent,
   pondering the deep secrets of the universe.
  I spent many years in college preparing myself
  for the great challenges of life.
  Now I find myself wondering such things as:
  If Bert and Ernie aren't related, why do they sleep in the same room? And,
where are their parents?
  I remember when getting together with friends
  meant stimulating conversation about current events,
  love and the meaning of life.
  Now we talk for hours about the color of the contents
   of our babies' diapers.
  Should we go from breast to bottle to cup? Skip bottles altogether?  Which
is better, cloth or disposable? Pacifiers or thumbs?
   Know any good potty-training tips?
  Maybe you've seen me at church.
  I'm the one with my skirt on backwards,
  or the entire inner-facing of my dress hanging out.
   In my rush to get everybody else dressed, I often forget to check my own
appearance.
  (Oh, I want to thank you for not laughing at my one eye made up and my
other one bare. In the middle of doing my make-up, someone emptied the flour
canister onto the kitchen floor and I never got around to finishing my eyes.)
       I know you don't know my first name-- I don't have one anymore.
   I answer to my child calling Mom, Mommy, Mama, or WAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
  To be honest, I don't even remember my first name --
  I've stop using it myself. When speaking, I simply refer to myself as,
"Mommy."
  "Mommy says to stop poking the cats ears."
   "Mommy's ears can't hear whining."
  "Yes, Mommy's wearing her angry face."
  "If you don't stop kicking Mommy, Mommy's going to lose it."
  Maybe you saw me lose it one day in the Toys R Us parking lot.
   With one child kicking the back of my car seat,
  and another one chanting "I wanna go to the park!
  I wanna go to the park!" I lost it.
  Slammed on the brakes andran out of the car screaming,
  "Calgon take me away!"
  The kids still refer to it as "the time Mommy went cuckoo."
       But I have my good days, too.
   Days when we get through breakfast
  without Cream of Rice on the wall.
  Days when the cat doesn't end up in the toilet.
  Days when everyone takes a nap at the same time.
   On those days I feel powerful. In control.
   On those days, I can do it all. 
  I am MOMMY, hear me roar.
  I can nurse a baby and cook dinner at the same time.
   I can nurse a baby, read a magazine,
  AND tie shoes at the same time. I can even nurse a baby,
  AND talk on the phone, AND fold laundry
  AND watch Oprah all at the same time.
       You know who I am.
   I'm a Mommy.
  And I don't even need an American Express card to prove it.

Parenting Want Ad


If they wrote a help wanted ad for the job of parenting, who would have the guts to apply? 

JOB DESCRIPTION:
Long term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environ-
ment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and
be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent
24-hour shifts on call.  Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping
sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in faraway cities. 

Travel expenses not reimbursed.  Extensive courier duties also required. 

RESPONSIBILITIES:
Must provide on-the-site training in basic life skills, such as
nose-blowing. Must have strong skills in negotiating, conflict resolution
and crisis management.Ability to suture flesh wounds a plus.
Must be able to think out of the box but not lose track of the box, because
you most likely will need it for a school project. Must reconcile petty
cash disbursements and be proficient in managing budgets and
resources fairly, unless you want to hear, "He got more than me!" for the rest of your life.

Also, must be able to drive motor vehicles safely under loud and adverse conditions while
simultaneously practicing above-mentioned skills in conflict resolution.  Must be able to
choose your battles and stick to your guns.  Must be able to withstand criticism, such as
"You don't know anything." Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone
needs $5 to go skating.  Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. 

Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack-mule and be able to go from zero to
60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are
not someone just crying wolf.  Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.  Must screen
phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
  Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental
outlooks.  Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. 
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half-million cheap, plastic toys and
battery operated devices. 

Also, must have a highly energetic entrepreneurial spirit, because fund-raiser will be your
middle name.  Must have a diverse knowledge base, so as to answer questions such as
"What makes the wind move?" Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the
worst.  Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end-product. 

Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility. 

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT AND PROMOTION:
Virtually none.  Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining,
constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can
ultimately surpass you. 

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
Non required, unfortunately.  On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis. 

WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
You pay them, offering frequent raises and bonuses. 

A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help
them become financially independent.  When you die, you give them whatever is left.  The
oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it
and wish you could only do more. 

BENEFITS:
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid
holidays and no stock-options are offered, job supplies limitless opportunities for
personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right. 


Prison versus Momhood

 
In prison you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell.
  At home you spend most of your time in a 8x10 kitchen.

  In prison you get 3 meals a day.
  At home you prepare three meals a day.

  In prison you get time off for good behavior.
  At home their is no time off and rarely good behavior.

  In prison a guard locks, unlocks, opens and closes all the doors for you.
  At home your husband stopped opening doors for you when you got married and
  the kids only open a door when it's to the bathroom and you're in it.

  In prison you get your own toilet.
  At home you get to scrub all of the toilets

  In prison expenses are paid by taxpayers, with no work required.
  At home you get to pay all the expenses, do all the work and dream of a vacation in prison.

  In prison you spend most of your life looking through bars from inside wanting to get out.
  At home you spend most of your time wanting to get out and inside bars.

  In prison you can watch TV in the rec. room
  At home you can't find the TV because the kids wrecked the living room.

  In prison there are wardens who are often sadistic and psychotic.
  At home we call them offspring. 

 


 

 

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