You Know You’re a Mom When…You’d Consider Selling Your Kids To Gypsies

I used to have a weekly meme called You Know You’re a Mom When-sDaze. It was fun to do because you could share all of your good (or bad) You Know You’re a Mom When stories. I actually miss do it, and I’ve considered bringing it back. But that’s another story for another day.

What I wanted to share with you is this one: You Know You’re a Mom When…you would consider selling your kids to gypsies. Yep, I said it. And I think after you see this, you’d probably agree with me that it isn’t a bad choice.

Lila and Mia My lovely, beautiful four year old daughters are like pretty little tornadoes. Any room they enter, they leave a mess in their wake. I try to clean up one mess, and they are busy making another elsewhere. I’m about ready to sell them to gypsies, or ship myself off to the looney bin.

Here’s the (most current) reason why selling the kids to gypsies sounds like a good idea…

When we moved the girls into their bedroom, we had to repaint it because it was Ethan’s old bedroom and was painted for a little boy. So I let the girls pick the new paint color and their bedding.

Lila picked pretty little flowers and butterflies.

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Mia picked flowers and ladybugs.

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And they both helped pick out this picture and the pretty peach paint for the walls.

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And then the other day, while cleaning their room, I realized that my lovely little girls had started to unpaint the walls.

Lila was smart enough to try to hide her efforts. I think she started on this long before Mia started on her wall.

Lila was smart enough to try to hide her efforts. I think she started on this long before Mia started on her wall.

Not to be outdone by Lila, Mia started picking at the wall by her bed too. But she started her unpainting IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WALL.

Not to be outdone by Lila, Mia started picking at the wall by her bed too. But she started her unpainting IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WALL.

So you see, I think I have a valid reason for wanting to sell my kids to the gypsies. Now I get to repaint in there again. I’m ready to just let them tear it all up and then leave it that way until they are 18 and move out.

So tell me, what is your You Know You’re A Mom When moment of the week?

You Know You’re A Mom When…

If you haven’t been reading my blog very long, you might be unfamiliar with a meme I used to have called You  Know You’re A Mom When-sDaze.

It was always fun to write, and lots of people liked to participate…for a while. Then participation started dwindling and so I decided to shut it down. But every now and then, I think: Wow, that thought would have been perfect for You Know You’re a Mom When….

Yesterday, I had a few thoughts for things that would be perfect for it. And so I looked back and found that my last You Know You’re a Mom When  post was written back in November 2011! It’s one of my favorites, and even won an award from Fadra over at all.things.fadra! It was titled What I’ve Learned Since Becoming a Mom (The Things That Suck). It was fun to write and even more fun to re-read and then read the comments.

Anyways, I decided to go ahead and list some of my most recent you know you’re a mom when…moments. I bet you can relate to some of them, too!

You Know You’re A Mom When…

Finishing a cup of coffee without having to rewarm/refill/or top it off is considered a delicacy.

The 10 minutes it takes you (alone) to get home after dropping the kids off at school is considered “me” time. And you are totally satisfied with it.

You dread homework almost as much as when you were in school yourself.

You wonder how/why so many moms are so dressed up at school pick up and drop off.

As long as the kids eat something, you’re okay with not fixing a “real” dinner every night.

As fast as you clean up the house, the kids are right behind you destroying the clean.

And on that note, there’s really no such thing as a clean floor anymore.

You consider just buying new clothes for everybody instead of tackling the mountain of laundry that seems to grow overnight.

The dreaded Play Doh is considered an acceptable “activity” when it’s 110+ degrees outside.

You look forward to holidays just so you can experience them through your children.

How do you know you know you’re a mom? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comment section! And let me know if I gave life back to this fun meme if you’d be willing to participate on When-sDaze (AKA: Wednesdays)!

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And just in case you missed it yesterday, do you know you can regrow veggies like green onions, celery and garlic? You can, and I will tell you how!