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I am a Mom, also known as a:

Human Snot Rag 

For some reason, my younger kids see my clothes and for whatever reason, feel it is ok to wipe their drippy noses on my sleeves or the front of my shirt.  I woke up this morning and my husband pointed at the front of my shirt where white, crusty streaks appeared, and asked, “What’s that?’  I looked down, giggled, and said “Oh, that’s Sam’s snot.”  Yep, and it doesn’t even gross me out!

Trash Collector

If my boys eat a piece of gum, who do they hand the wrapper to?  Yep!  Me!  If they’re done with their bag of goldfish in the car, who do they hand their empty baggy to?  Yep, me again.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve taken their trash and shoved it into my purse or my jacket pockets.  LOL – I guess it’s better than littering, right?

Dirty Diaper Diva

I can smell a dirty diaper from across the house (whether it’s one of my kids or another child).  I am usually the one to change the dirty diapers, although my husband has changed his fair share of dirty diapers as well.  I don’t think I would even come close to guessing how many dirty diapers I’ve actually changed.  It would be like guessing how many jelly beans are in a jar.  There are usually way more than you would guess.

Savings Queen

I use coupons as often as possible.  I also buy things on sale whenever possible.  I search the weekly ads that come in the mail and plan our mail accordingly.  This past week, I went to the grocery store with my dad with coupons in hand.  The purchase would have been close to $35.00.  I paid $3.03.  Wowzas!!!  That’s awesome!  I love finding great deals.  Oh and the clearance racks?  I am not afraid to use them!  You can find some pretty good deals if you get a chance to browse through them. 

Hugging Extraordinaire

If my boys fall down and scrape their knees, they come running to me (sometimes in tears).  I give them a hug and a kiss, sometimes accommodated by a Scooby Doo or Diego band-aid.  If they are happy and want someone to hug, they come to me and I happily accept and give them hugs.  If their feelings are hurt, they come to me (sometimes in tears), with my arms open wide and smile on face.

Imperfect Parent

The great thing about parenting is that I am CONSTANTLY learning about my boys and myself.  I am an “imperfect” parent (which makes me a great parent).  I try to be a great mom and often fall short.  I learn what works and what doesn’t.  I figure that as long as I know I am an imperfect parent, but continue to be a successful mom, I’m doing the best I can.  

I am a MOM and am thankful to be one!!!