Queen…for a day!

queen-for-a-dayI’m two weeks in to summer vacation and the sibling rivalry has been going in full force.  My son swears that my daughter gets everything and is the favorite and my daughter swears that my son can do no wrong and that her life is especially rough and it’s all because of her brother.  Last week was especially hard.  My son ended up with 2nd degree burns after a run-in with the treadmill that he lost (that’s another story for another time) and as a result, got a lot of attention.  That didn’t go over very well with my daughter.

This week, she has had a tough week.  She had blood work on Monday, a tooth pulled and cavities filled on Tuesday, and yesterday, I had to take her back to the doctor because she had developed a random infection on her finger.  Apparently, the attention she got from all of that wasn’t enough, though, because she came up with a PLAN….a plan to be queen for a day…



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I have to give her credit.  Her plan worked.  For most of the day I fell for it and wasn’t even suspicious.  I was worried sick, though, that maybe she was having some reaction to medication and was getting ready to call the doctor back. Then, I spotted her iPod sitting there on the couch and picked it up to check it out (that is also another story for another time) and I found this…  She definitely qualifies as DRAMA Queen for a day!

Are you dealing with sibling rivalry at your house this summer?  Or drama queens?  Or both?  How are you managing?



How To Be The Worst Mom EVER!

worst-mom-everIf you are a mom, then I know you can relate to this because I know you’ve had one of those “worst Mom ever” days.  Sometimes it’s because you’re beating yourself up about something you wished you had done differently and sometimes it’s because your kids let you know!  I actually got this note from my daughter a few years ago.  I have no idea what led to that “worst mom ever” moment, but I must have thought it was pretty amusing because I snapped a picture of it.  I actually found this picture yesterday when I was looking for something else, and it just so happened that yesterday BOTH kids let me know I was the worst mom ever.

In case you need some tips on how to be the worst mom ever, here you go:

  • Tell your kids that they have to go to bed on time because they will be up late the following night and you want to make sure they get enough sleep
  • Tell your kids they have to clean their rooms and get their chores done before they can do anything fun like swimming
  • Confiscate an iPod when you find your kid up texting late at night…and texting people they aren’t even allowed to be texting for that matter
  • And if you want to get even more “worst mom ever” points, read THROUGH their texts that they shouldn’t have been texting in the first place!
  • Tell your kids that they can’t have dessert or treats before they finish their dinner or eat their vegetables
  • Tell your kids that they can’t go on a trip for 3 days with a family you’ve never met

If this is what it takes to be the worst mom ever, I’m OK with it because I know (or hope at least) that one day they’ll be thanking me for those worst mom moments!  People often tell me that my daughter is my “mini me” and when I was a kid, I know I wrote a few (or maybe even more than a few) of these worst mom ever letters to my mom.  I know that my mom is laughing as she hears about these moments now because she can relate, because she knows what comes around goes around, and because now I’m thanking her for all those “worst mom moments” and for caring and setting limits because they helped me to become the person I am today.

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Thankfully my collection of “Best mom Ever” notes outnumbers my “worst mom ever” notes so far (we’ve still go a few years left before we hit the teen years, though), and the notes like this make it all worth it!  I honestly never thought, though, that I would be having some of the hard conversations I’ve already had to have with my barely 9 year old.

What are some of your Worst Mom Ever Moments?