My plan for today, see that's where I went wrong. Right from the start, I had a plan. Well anyway, it sure didn't include a trip to the ER or winning a contest, but that's how it all worked out.
Little Miss did a craft cut and paste this morning that included cutting her finger. Dr. Mike over in the ER did a lovely job of paste. So, we "stuck" with the theme and completed our "cut and paste" project. I'm happy to say, other than a very cranky toddler, she will be just fine.
When I got home I had a message on the machine, nothing unusual about that around this place, but the message was odd. Seems I'd won a contest, thanks to The Mr.
He wrote me up and entered me in a Mom of the Year Contest. Myself and 3 other moms have been chosen to receive a nice prize and be celebrated as Mom of the Year. All in all, it's a great prize and should be fun, even if I'm going to pass out and die. Yeah, you guessed it. I have to be in front of people. On TV no less. So on Friday check out The Morning Blend on WTMJ. I'm going to try my best to enjoy it and not freak out over it. Expect to see a new me, thank you Institute of Beauty and Wellness.
I am actually feeling a bit embarrassed about this whole thing, as much as I'm excited about having a whole new look. It's been years since I've gone beyond the long pony tail and worn mom look, so this should be great fun. But, as far as moms go, I know a whole lot of moms that are way more qualified for a Mom of the Year prize than I am. I don't do much beyond changing diapers and helping with homework.
I'm just like every other mom. There is laundry that needs to be done and dishes in the sink. Dinner got forgotten about again, so it'll be freezer diving for us. My shirt is smeared with peanut butter and blood. My purse if full of diapers, nuks, and toy cars. My van usually looks like a toy box and smells like a locker room. My shower is full of super hero's. I pack school lunches at midnight when everyone else is finally asleep. I drink way too much coffee and diet Coke. I weigh too much and still eat what I like. I spend all the cash on the kids. I sit in the grass and draw on the driveway. I read Dr. Seuss and Good Night Moon. When they're all asleep, I kiss sleeping heads and pray over beds. I'm just a mom. Just like you.
I'm no more Mom of the Year than any other Mom.
So if you want to check out the post make over look and see me pass out in public, tune in on Friday morning.