Hello, my name is Mad Woman and I am a Pinterest addict.
Recently my parents came to care for Maddy while her preschool was closed for spring break. It was a great opportunity for Pops to take some forced time off and for both Grandma and Pops to get to know Maddy and Maddy them. No major dramas, a couple of meltdowns but overall a good visit.
Except… my parents like their fast food when they’re away from home. So every day they were at the bagel shop for breakfast and usually McDonalds for lunch. And you know what you can get at McDonalds? Chocolate milk, french fries AND HOT FUDGE SUNDAES. Do they not know my parenting style at all? Do they not know that we don’t eat at these places with our kids? That my kids don’t get sweets but once a month at best?
Now I know, that I still have control over my child’s diet for the most part but now she knows what those golden arches symbolize AND sees them EVERY DAY on the way home from preschool. Shoot me!
But, I must say, that I am so very grateful for my parents. They provided care for Maddy and she has fond memories of their visit. And best of all? Maddy learned about saying grace before dinner. She insists on it. So we fold our hands and we say thank you for our new house, for Sammy and Mommy and Daddy, for Nana, Papa, Grandma and Pops, for “big girl school”, nice ENT doctors (who she wants me to marry!?!?!) and of course for chocolate.
And then on Pinterest yesterday I saw this:
And the thought stuck with me. So thank GOD for all of you, my dear readers, for fresh fruit, for my sporty car and nice house, for my delicious husband and delightful children, for the interwebs, for pedicures. And for the challenges I’m presented, for the patience I’m so desperate to find each day, for my health, my mind, my body and oh yes, for coffee.
Love her prayer!
I’m afraid I’d wake up with nothing!
Good point about the pups, Mad Lady!
They give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning so there’s no doubt that they’d be there for me!
In such a small space, you challenge my parenting and my spirituality. Damn. I’m all humbled over here.
By way of compromise, I promise to be more grateful to the universe for what I do have, especially while I’m feeding him chicken nuggets at the PlayPlace.
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Then I would wake up with nothing >:)
And thank god for the mad woman
Holidays & birthdays kill me in my parenting . . . we’ll got a long time & start feeling “healthy” and then we’ll hit Easter, when everyone & their sister is giving the kids candy, and that’s all the kids ever want to eat. Or someone will have a birthday & we’ll hear CJ’s favorite word (cake) over and over and over again. On the plus side, the promise of cake is enough to get him to do most anything.
We hit up McDonald’s last night for dinner. It happens like twice a year. And those little turds gobbled that shit up like nothing else. Makes me want to bang my head against the table every time they turn their noses up at the healthy meals we have slaved over.
My kids get mcdonalds maybe once a month and even that is too gross for me.
I just wanted to share that I love seeing Tulpen’s Elephant ass in her avatar.
Ahem.
You? You make me smile, fyi. And Lil K demands that we say grace. It’s the cutest fucking thing.
I think everyone in the world is addicted to Pinterest. I have not broken down to try it yet because I don’t want to be sucked in like every other person I know but the more I hear about it the more I’m about to cave.
I was all set out to toss out a snazzy little, “NOT the Golden Arches?!” and be empathetic because it’s where my kids’ grandmother takes them for play dates.
Instead, I need to say Thank God. For a lot.