True Mom Confessions has joined forces with the lovely Jen Singer of MommaSaid to celebrate a holiday this June 30th, that you might not (but SHOULD) have marked in your calendars -- The Sixth Annual Please Take My Children to Work Day. This is the holiday for full-and-part-time at-home moms (who work for money or work for love) that has been officially declared by governors in 12 states to date.
The ever-so-generous Mary Blackmon of spa-addicts.com has ponied up a $250 spa goodie package and all you need to do to enter to win is share a confessay (a short confession/essay) about some of the wacky and/or wonderful things you've done in the name of motherhood.
To get the ball rolling, I shared a story about sending my son to school with a show and tell project about siamese animals that turned out to be a photoshop contest (and I still haven't told him) and Jen shares her tale via video that is a must see by all. Click to watch and click here to enter your confessay now!!
Moms Come Clean! Fess up and win a day at the spa.
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Posted by Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:28pm PDT
Report AbuseJen Singer could read the phone book on a video and it would be funny. One thing's for sure... that story sure makes me NOT miss the toddler/baby years! Loved it... because it's over.
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Posted by Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:44am PDT
Report AbuseI tend to be over crtical of my child. I know I need to focus more on the things she does right and praise her more for that instead of constantly seeking out the negative. Also, I'm always afraid of what other people think of her. I know I have to stop this before I cause her to have low self esteem issues when she's older,if she doesn't already, she's eight. Trying to do better in Indiana
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Posted by Sun Jun 22, 2008 4:32pm PDT
Report AbuseOne year, we decided to drive from northern Idaho to Mesa, AZ for Thanksgiving with our 3 kids (ages 1, 3, and 7 at the time), in our king cab truck. As a bonus, we picked up Grandpa in Las Vegas for the end of the drive. The 3 kids rode in the back seat, while I got to sit up front, between my husband and his father. With the 4 wheel drive shifter between my legs. On the little seat that is really an arm rest. Before I continue, you should know that both my husband and I were really good, obedient children. Truly. Also know, that both of our fathers (our children's grandfathers) were trouble makers that still enjoy a good fist fight, and one was even kicked out of military school. So, anyway, around midnight on the drive through the desert, my kids decided to engage in a war of their own in the back seat. "Don't touch me. Don't look at me. Mommy?!" And you know how moms will reach back, swinging their arm randomly trying to whack one of their little darlings into submission? That's what I was doing when my father-in-law wisely said, "Oh, just relax, why don't you?" That was the wrong thing to say to a tired, uncomfortable, mad mama. I pointed my mama finger at him, accusing, "This is your fault! I was a good kid. I didn't act like this. It's your genes that they inherited and now I have to deal with them. Why did we ever think reproducing was a good idea with parents like you? It's your fault!". He didn't say another word, and neither did anyone else, until we got to Denny's and had a nice midnight breakfast, so the crazed mommy could relax.
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