To All You Non-Perfect Mothers

Put your feet up for 3 minutes, sip a Diet Coke and read the following link.  It expresses everything I was thinking...and then some.  

Happy Mother's Day! 

From one non-perfect mother to another.  

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Welcome to Aeropostle!

I never go to the mall.  Well, mostly never.  Maybe once or twice a year for something specific that I can't find anywhere else.  But I avoid the mall when possible.  Unfortunately I ran into the mall last week to grab a couple of birthday gifts for my daughter's friend's birthday parties.  I figured Aeropostle would be an easy one stop shop for everything cute, girly, and tween.  

It just so happened on the day that I went shopping at the mall at Aeropostle that I was wearing a hoodie that I had gotten from Aero several years ago.  Nothing fancy.  In fact, between my mom jeans and my hoodie I was just this side of frumpy.  But I was running errands and all about comfort and simplicity.  Besides, I love hoodies.  Love them!  Wish I had one in every color and wish I could wear one everyday.  And although they aren't necessarily fashionable, they complete me in a Jerry Maquire kind of way.  As I walked into Aeropostle that day wearing my green hoodie I was instantly approached by a young 20-something-year-old gal.  She was wide eyed and grinning ear to ear.  She greeted me with an enthusiastic, "Welcome to Aeropostle!  Your sweater is so pretty!"  (imagine this statement in a Legally Blonde kind of way)  

Hold on!  

Pretty?

Seriously?

First of all, I don't think I would classify this as a "sweater".  It's a hoodie.  Hoodie!

Second of all, nothing about this "sweater" screams "pretty" to me.  Cute?  Maybe.  Comfy.  Absolutely!  But pretty?  Uhhhhhhh.....no.

Needless to say, cheesy "I work on commission" girl sold me a whoppin' $14 worth of nail polish & t-shirts.  I considered buying more.  But I couldn't get over the initial obviously exaggerated lie of a compliment.  

Nope.  Still not over it.

(The picture above is not the actual hoodie I was wearing.  Mine is darker green, much much older, and stained most likely with smears of spit-up and Cheetos.)

Think Before You Speak

As a parent, I am constantly putting my foot in my mouth.  But thankfully, today it wasn't me that had to eat their words.  It was Handsome.  He offered each of the kids a quarter for every weed that they pulled in the yard, in hopes of getting some yard work done.  Needless to say, the kids were ecstatic about the idea of earning money, and within 10 minutes my 6-year-old came inside and proudly announced that he had pulled 124 weeds.  124!!!  In less than 10 minutes!  That's $31.00!  I tried to remind my husband that when I was a child we were offered a nickle for each weed we pulled, and we easily pulled enough to make 5 or 10 bucks which was considered a hefty payday.  Why a quarter?  Why oh why?  A nickle...a dime...anything less than a quarter!  Since Handsome wasn't home during our weed pulling contest, I was giving him play-by-play's via text.  All I got in response was a four lettered word with an exclamation point.  Oops!  Think before you speak next time!  And get a second job.