Mommy Truths

Today is going to be a day of letting it all hang out. And I mean all of it! This is inspired by Jen and her post yesterday about keeping it real. There are times as moms that we slack in certain areas, lie to our sweet adoring children {you know you do}, and this is the time to spill it.

The fun part about this is that I really, really want to hear from you! What are your mommy truths?

Mine.....{little disclaimer here: this may get ugly. It may be way more than you ever wanted to know, and whatever you do, please don't report me!}

Some days, I just don't feel like fighting the good fight with Caroline. And I know, I'm the adult, and what I say goes...in a perfect world. So on the occasion, I let bath time slide. **GASP** Now I never let it go more than 1 missed bath, but sometimes, it would be so much easier. And there are days I let her leave the house looking like a ragamuffin child, embarrassing, but in a weak moment, true.

I have been known to lick my hand and clean her face or fix a stray hair.

Nine times out of ten I cook dinner from scratch, but when I'm just not in the mood, mmmmm yummy Chef Boy Ar Dee! But I did read somewhere that is actually not really all that bad.

There have been times I've pulled over on the side of the road because Caroline won't stop crying about having to go to the bathroom. Now this is only after I have tried to explain to her that there is no place to go, and if she can't wait to get home then she can te-te here. She always makes it home.

I come up with really creative lies about why we have the bedroom door locked...please tell me you do this too, and if so...what is your excuse? And to top that one...when asked by your innocent little angels what those noises were....would you mind telling me something to say other than mommy's back is hurting her!?!?!?

We'll just keep to this theme for a sec....ummm, ladies...what do you say when your good friend visits you each month? Caroline always wants to follow me to the bathroom, and when I won't let her she wants to know why. Of course I tried the "Mommy just needs to go alone" route, but she just doesn't by it. And then she wants to know what those things are under the sink...my response: Mommy band-aids. Which works just fine until she wants to know what the round {long skinny tube} band-aid is for. I still just blow that one off.

In a pinch, when the clothes are still in the wash and waiting to be dried, I have looked for her "cleanest" dirty clothes to stick her in, which really hasn't happened but a few times...but when we were at the beach I had to do this, so it's fresh on my mind.

So what do you have to confess to? There has to be something. Please tell me there's something!