I'm THAT Mom. I can't be sure whether I am proud of my status, or if I am simply comfortable with my title.
But that truth of the matter is that I am.
I'm THAT Mom ....
*...who washes out ziploc bags and reuses them until they have holes in them.
*...who puts unfinished baby food in the fridge and reheats it
*...who cuts the bad spots out of apples and put them in the fridge for "cutting up apples".
*...who hands her kid a lunchbox full of veges and fruit when other kids are eating stuff in plastic/foil wrappers. [Hey, she ate pear, carrot, celery, and caulifower! She only cared that I was eating chocolate cake, which I shared FYI.]
*...who reuses her tea bags sometimes. - I am my mother. I am my mother. I am my mother. -
*...who finds Facebook, a cup of coffee, a piece of chocolate, and 30 minutes peace absolute bliss!
*...who takes laundry off the line at 10:30pm because I forgot to do it 6 hours earlier.
*...who hunted desperate for the cordless phone this week. It rang into the answering machine before I found it. The caller hung up on the answering machine, so I hit the "find" button and started listening for it again. I found it .... on the hook ... ** Oh yeah ladies, I was hunting for a phone that was ON THE HOOK! ** Clearly I have lost my mind. And my eyeballs, apparently.
*...who gave up trying to feed the baby pumpkin and oats tonight after she repeatedly spit it at Matt and I, and instead gave her applesauce. When I realized the applesauce was being accepted readily, I stirred some of the denied pumpkin and oats into the applesauce. Hehehe. Never mind that the pumpkin concoction already had applesauce in it to make it more pleasing. I guess she'll just live on apples.
*...who gets into cleaning fits once in a grand while. It usually ends well. Who am I kidding, cleaning fits always end with something being clean - so they always end well. :) Right now my kitchen gleams! [We shall not discuss the remainder of the house though...]
*...who sincerely means it when I say, "If there was a fire, my family was out, and I had a chance to grab 3 things before I left the house, I would take my external hard drive, Joshua's ashes, and his hand/foot prints." [I often ponder why I would save Joshua's ashes from being burned, since that seems ironic to me. But I think it's as though he's there, so I couldn't leave him. On that strange note, when we leave for an extended time away, I insist that we put Joshua's ashes, the external hard drives - every family photo since 2005 - and his keepsakes in the fire-proof lock box.]
*... Are you that mom? Leave your THAT's in the comments!