Friday I took a girls afternoon with my sister & sister in law.. Shopping, lunch, and impromptu movie date. We had time to kill and Bad Moms was playing, so why not? Like many other moms we had seen the preview and knew we had to see it. The previews didn’t let us down. This movie was everything we needed, and more.
Bad Moms is a great movie that reminds us all that there’s no such thing as the perfect mother.That loving your children is much more important than what you bring to the bake sale. That you never know what anyone else is going through, even though we all keep that perfect outward appearance. It’s about finding mom-friendships in the oddest places with the least likely person. It’s about finding yourself in the chaos of motherhood.
If you are a mother you need to see this movie. It will make you laugh, you will connect with it and it will hit you right in the feels. Grab your mom-tourage and some tissues and head out to see Bad Moms at your local theater! You won’t be disappointed!
Bad Moms comes out on Blu Ray November 1st, you can pre-order it right now on Amazon.ca or on Amazon.com! You can also get your Bad Mom party on with the CD, available on Amazon.ca & amazon.com
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This week over on MamaKat’s site one of the themes is to pick a picture from your instagram from last month and talk about it. Of course I love instagram! So here we go:
Both Little Miss & Blue had a dentist check up after Easter (because that’s perfect timing, right?) Their dentist is absolutely amazing. We’ve been with him about 11 years with the kids. He’s a pediatric dentist and is great with the kids. They love going, seriously! The only problem is that the dentist is way across town, and I take the bus, so it’s two buses across town. On top of that the office is busy and it’s really hard to maneuver the stroller in there (plus, the two bus thing) So I figured it would make my trip 100 times easier to just wear her. I haven’t worn her for a while, being a toddler means she’s more on the go and doesn’t want to be up as much. She seemed to be very content in the tula that day, except when I was sitting to wait for the dentist. She fell asleep on the way home, snuggled up close, just like she did when she was a smaller baby. I settled back on my long ride home and just breathed in my sleeping girl.
Sleep, a theme from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
“Does she sleep through the night?” this is one of the first questions all parents get when they have babies. At first you nervously giggle and look around. “um.. no..not quite” that question sticks with you. Later that night as you’re awake feeding and changing a baby for the 100th time that night you wonder if all the other babies are sleeping yet (they aren’t) Should yours be? Are you failing at parenting already? What if they never sleep through the night? What if you never sleep through the night? These questions start to haunt you.
Of course us been there/done that moms don’t seem worried when it comes to second plus babies. Why? Because we know. We know there will come a time when they’ll sleep through the night. When they won’t wake and look for you. Even later on when they won’t want just one more story or cuddle. When they happily go up to bed on their own. That one day you’ll read them their last bedtime story, or that it will be the last night they hop in your bed for a cuddle, or the last time they wake in the night reaching for you. Only the kicker is you won’t know it’s the last time, so you won’t know to take it all in to memory. No matter how many kids you have it just hits you one day that it’s been a while since your little has woken up looking for you. And it makes you a little sad. (Yes, really)
Last week when we were all sick Lady Girl crawled in our bed. It’s been a long time since I’ve found her there. I got to stroke her hair while she slept and it was bittersweet. I missed having her crawl into our bed, knowing I’d wake up at 2am and she’d be there, no matter when or where she fell asleep the night before. Little Miss was also up more often than normal. While she was sick she had zero appetite, so of course she was nursing like a newborn, which means she wanted to nurse almost all night (one night I saw every hour on the clock) at the time I was so done. I needed sleep that wasn’t constantly broken up. But now that she’s back to her normal routine and not waking up as often for night nursing I find I’m missing it again.
I don’t want to be that mom. The one telling you to enjoy it in the moment because you’ll miss it, because I know that in the moment of sleeplessness it’s really hard to enjoy it. It’s really hard to remember that one day you will miss it. You have every single right to dislike it in the moment. I just want you to know that as much as you don’t think there’s an end in sight, there is one there somewhere. And it will hit you hard when it happens.
Today is Pink Shirt Day in Canada. Pink shirt day is a day that schools really reflect on bullying awareness. It started 9 years ago when a boy in grade 9 was bullied at school for wearing a pink shirt in Nova Scotia. Two older boys in his school decided that wasn’t okay, and decided to take a stand against the bullies while supporting the new kid. The whole story is beautiful. You can find it here to get more details.
Last night one of my favourite bloggy types wrote about a bullying incident with her daughter she reflected on how the bullying affected her daughter, and how the help of two students turned things around. Reading it had me reflecting on my own school years, on my children having been bullied and on how my children react when they (or others) are bullied.
I remember being bullied in grade school. It was terrible. I dreaded going to school. I withdrew from any social activities that I could. Back then “anti bullying” wasn’t a thing. Parents and adults were more of the mindset of “sticks & stones” & “it’s just kids being kids” and pushed it off as silly child stuff. The bullying left me with scars. Deep ones. I don’t blame the adults in my life, it was just the times. When I became a parent I vowed I would listen to my kids if they said they were being bullied. I wouldn’t push it off as kids being kids. That I would teach my kids empathy. That people are different and that bullying anyone for any reason was no okay. I would teach them to find a way to stick up for kids who were bullied and stand up to kids that were bullies. Even if those bullies were popular or even their friends. Sometimes that lesson is hard to keep reminding them of because my younger kids don’t always understand when one of their classmates is mean to them or another kid for no reason.
My kids are far from perfect. They fight among themselves sometimes, and aren’t always kind to each other. A couple of them have gotten into fights at school with other kids over silly things. But you know what my kids aren’t? Bullies.
Somehow I have managed to teach my kids to always include others.
I have had parents walk up to me to tell me that one of my children included their child in an activity on their very first day of school, or teachers tell me how my children are always seeking out those in class who don’t seem to have many friends to ensure they’re having fun. I’ve had teachers tell me how my kids choose to walk away, even when another kid is egging them on. These moments I know that I may not be a perfect mom with perfect kids, but sometimes I get this parenting thing right.
Today, I am making the pinkshirt promise to continue teaching my kids, throw words and actions, to end bullying and spread positivity, how about you?