While on vacation at the Jersey Shore last week, we had our own sort of afternoon “tea time” out on our condo’s balcony – except for this mama it was a glass of boxed wine (I love Bota Box!), while my daughter drank her boxed apple juice….
Only 18 more years sweetie and we can clink glasses together. Until then a little girl can dream, can’t she?
This weekend I had one of those “you know you’re a mom when” moments. It came as I sat with the Hubs and our two kidlets at Monster Jam**. In case you’re not familiar with Monster Jam, it is the world’s largest monster truck tour and features the biggest names in monster trucks vying in events such as truck racing and freestyle competitions. My 2 ½ year old daughter asked me the names of the monster trucks and without hesitation, I started rattling off their names — Grave Digger, El Toro Loco, Spiderman, Madusa, Grave Digger “the Legend,” Maximum Destruction and my personal favorite, Monster Mutt, without even looking at the show program.
Grave Digger El Toro Loco
Monster Mutt (all photos credit: Monster Jam)
How could an almost 40-year-old woman who has no interest whatsoever in anything motor-sport related know this info? It’s because I’m a mom who has been playing with miniature versions of these guys since the moment my son started playing with toys.
“That’s it, I’m done.”
Have you ever had one of those days whether you’re at work or at home and you get so fed up with a person or project that you throw up your hands in frustration? Maybe you walk away. Or quit. Or push it out of your mind and think of kinder, gentler and more relaxing things. But what happens when you reach that point with your kids?
If you looked in our recycling bin this week, you might question what household staple we go through faster, peanut butter for the kidlets or wine for the adults.
Apparently the holiday season is already taking a toll on this happy fellow. I guess my kidlets have been more naughty than nice that our Elf on the Shelf has resorted to having his own bottle of wine!