Unless you live under a rock or are not living in the United States (two things that are not mutually exclusive...), you know that Thanksgiving is this week. This is a time that we, as Americans, remember the early days of our country when two very different people groups gathered together to celebrate surviving a long boat trip and some really shitty weather.
Well, there's more to the story, but that's the CliffsNotes version.
Shortly after Ribbers joined our family in October 2016, I wrote a little Thanksgiving message that I posted on Facebook. Two years later, my feelings remain the same. The circumstances are different (i.e. We no longer use bottles, Jammy isn't preparing for her first year of pre-school, etc.), but the sentiment hasn't changed. So, here is a somewhat premature "Thanksgiving Throwback Thursday" entry. I hope it means something to you.
**Warbly time travel music to take us back to November 2016**
Well, there's more to the story, but that's the CliffsNotes version.
Shortly after Ribbers joined our family in October 2016, I wrote a little Thanksgiving message that I posted on Facebook. Two years later, my feelings remain the same. The circumstances are different (i.e. We no longer use bottles, Jammy isn't preparing for her first year of pre-school, etc.), but the sentiment hasn't changed. So, here is a somewhat premature "Thanksgiving Throwback Thursday" entry. I hope it means something to you.
**Warbly time travel music to take us back to November 2016**
This Thanksgiving, while I am grateful for all of my dear family and friends, I am MOST thankful for all of my MOM FRIENDS (you know who you are). These are the women who...
- don't judge me for not remembering whether or not I brushed my teeth that morning.
- never get mad at me for running late.
- laugh when I tell them I'm having a cocktail at 9:30 in the morning .
- wouldn't dream of calling CPS when I tell my rotten, ungrateful brats (read: beautiful children for whom I would do anything) that I'm selling them to the gypsies and using the money to go on a nice vacation.
- validate my feelings of jealousy towards my sweet, doting husband, who gets to shower and see grown ups every day .
- don't think it's a parenting fail when I have to tell my daughter not once, but twice, to get her toes out of her brother's mouth.
- never fault me for choosing to stay at home with my kids, even when my days are gruesomely filled with timeouts, temper tantrums, no more nap time, diapers, wiping up bodily fluids beyond human comprehension, bottles, endless dishes, laundry, house work, food prep, lesson planning for my "real" (paying) job, blah blah blah...
- totally understand that, despite everything above, I still sob at the idea of my baby girl starting pre-school next year.
- know that I can complain all day long about my life at home but, if someone else so much as looks at my kids in an unsavory way, I will destroy them.
- don't see the problem with openly weeping in the basement while stuffing your face with Halloween candy that you have stolen from your children.
- never get mad at me for running late.
- laugh when I tell them I'm having a cocktail at 9:30 in the morning .
- wouldn't dream of calling CPS when I tell my rotten, ungrateful brats (read: beautiful children for whom I would do anything) that I'm selling them to the gypsies and using the money to go on a nice vacation.
- validate my feelings of jealousy towards my sweet, doting husband, who gets to shower and see grown ups every day .
- don't think it's a parenting fail when I have to tell my daughter not once, but twice, to get her toes out of her brother's mouth.
- never fault me for choosing to stay at home with my kids, even when my days are gruesomely filled with timeouts, temper tantrums, no more nap time, diapers, wiping up bodily fluids beyond human comprehension, bottles, endless dishes, laundry, house work, food prep, lesson planning for my "real" (paying) job, blah blah blah...
- totally understand that, despite everything above, I still sob at the idea of my baby girl starting pre-school next year.
- know that I can complain all day long about my life at home but, if someone else so much as looks at my kids in an unsavory way, I will destroy them.
- don't see the problem with openly weeping in the basement while stuffing your face with Halloween candy that you have stolen from your children.
To you other moms: You get me, and I get you. We aren't the first, we won't be the last. I'M THANKFUL FOR YOU!!! Happy Thanksgiving!
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| My friend sent this image to me today. I felt like it was rather accurate and appropriate for this post. |
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