How many times do we tell ourselves we're terrible moms? I know I frequently feel that I could be doing more or being more patient (especially in light of the poop epidemic at my house.) I think we all need to be easier on ourselves and realize that it's ok to be irritated when your credit card is put in the toilet next to your cell phone, and the VCR won't work because someone has shoved a Tampax inside it. The fact that your four year old will only eat large pickles for every meal IS exasperating (what will they say at school?) and insists on wearing mismatched socks. I often think this stuff is a reflection on me as a mother, and therefore a person. But really, it's part of the natural flow of things in a parent's life and I'm trying to live in the minute and have a sense of humor (as I'm stuck fishing my engagement ring out of a Diet Dr. Pepper can.)
We were at a cafe the other day (the day I showed up to a locked school having not bothered to read that it was an in-service day.) I was talking to a couple of parents and when they heard I was taking the kiddos to the beach for shells they were flabbergasted. I mean, really. I get to sit in a heated car for 45 minutes with no screaming, listening to MY music. They were fawning all over me like I was some amazing mom to be doing this. It made me think that I'm not such a bad mom - I'm good enough, really. That's all our kids can ask of us.
We froze our butts off at the beach but got a huge feather that was unfortunately given a bath and dried so lovingly in my bathrobe by Juniorette (ugh.)