A Mom’s Counting Primer [A Poetic Parody]

Posted in momisms, wanderings in the world & web, writing by Rosemary Lynn

So, a couple of weeks ago I had these nagging words in my head that needed to be written down.

It really started as a kid’s book. Some sort of humorous counting primer.

It didn’t stay a kid’s book long.

It became a poem for moms who know what it’s like to count. You know, the you’d-better-do-what-I-told-you-to-do-before-I-get-to-three type of counting.

But the mom in the poem is nice. She goes up to ten. (Kind of.)

I recently joined Wattpad, so I posted the poem there. Grab a glass of wine and head on over to check it out (seriously, I think the whole thing is shorter than this blog post). Then please share it with all the moms you know that could use a little “time out.” ;)

Here’s the poem:

A Mom’s Counting Primer [A Poetic Parody]

Enjoy!

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8Jan2015

10 Things I Never Expected to Say {Or: A Typical Day in the Life of a Mom}

Posted in momisms, musings by Rosemary Lynn

Motherhood has brought with it many unexpected surprises.

Most of them are phenomenally, euphorically amazing. The rest are…

Messy.

{That’s putting it mildly.}

And these are some of the unexpected words that have crossed my lips in the first 5 years of my daughters’ lives.

Things I hope I won’t have to say again {but know that I probably will}.

10 Things I Never Expected to Say

1. I ran out of tissues; just use my shirt.

2. Why are you naked?

3. I didn’t know diarrhea could shoot that far – you almost hit Grandma!

4. No, no: throw up on me, not the couch!

5. Did I just step in syrup?

6. No, I don’t need a tampon, and I certainly don’t need a handful of them … where are all the wrappers?

7. Don’t stick your fingers in the dog’s butt!

8. I don’t care how cold you are, you’re not getting back in the bathtub until I clean all of the poop out of it.

9. Get your hands out of the toilet!

10. Did you just put my ChapStick in your butt?

Please share some of the unexpectedness you’ve experienced in the comment section!

{Top Photo Copyright Rebecca Abell | Dreamstime Stock Photos}

11May2014

Hide and Seek Expert

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

I became an expert at Hide and Seek, because the longer it takes my kids to find me, the longer I get to nap.

When I made this ecard stating, “I became an expert at Hide and Seek, because the longer it takes my kids to find me, the longer I get to nap,” I may have been exaggerating.

There is no such thing as a long nap.

Unless you consider thirty-seconds of being slumped over and drooling to be a nap.

But hey: I’ll take what I can get.

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15Apr2014

Taking {cheesy} Photos

Posted in momisms, wanderings in the world & web by Rosemary Lynn

Cheese!

I made this ecard because earlier today I was trying to snap a quick photo with my phone of my daughter doing something super cute.

I said her name to get her to look in my direction, but she never did. Never took her eyes off what she was doing, BUT every time I called her name, she responded, “cheese!” and put on a fake smile.

I believe my two-year-old may have been mocking me…

Either way, it made me laugh.

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10Jan2014

Momism #9: Snot Receptacles

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

Momism #9: Snot Receptacles

We’ve all been there: the kids have a cold but their noses haven’t been running all morning… until you take them out in public.

Maybe it’s at the playground, maybe it’s at the library, maybe it’s at the grocery store, but, suddenly, your eyes catch sight of a large stream of yellow slime sliding down your child’s face – and you don’t have your purse/diaper bag/tissues-of-any-kind easily available.

So you grab it. With your fingers. And wipe it on your jeans casually like none of the other moms can see what you’re doing.

Because maybe you remember the terror and disgust you felt as you watched another child wipe a monstrous glob of green goop all over their hands and then touch your child.

And because, even though you couldn’t help laughing when your toddler was hysterically giggling at how she’d somehow managed to cover an entire toy in her own snot while playing at the library, you just can’t willingly distribute your family’s sticky clumps of germs to innocent bystanders.

And so, somehow, quickly grabbing the slippery puddle with your own fingers presents itself as the best option.

Because the dramatic dive to the diaper bag wouldn’t be quick enough, even if the world passed by in some type of movie-worthy slow motion, and so you use your fingers and swear that you’re going to start carrying tissues in your pocket.

Even though you won’t remember until your kids sneezes projectile snot missiles all over the pasta boxes at Publix.

Sigh. C’est la ~~boogers~~ vie.

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2Nov2013

Momism #8: Crusty

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

Sandwich crusts, pizza crusts, crusty pieces of unidentifiable charcoal-y chunks of something that fell off the food that was grilled… this is the fate of moms.

Not a particularly terrible fate, however, if you’re a carb lover like me. (And a fan of burnt chicken skin, but, really, that’s another story.)

Either way, I find many a crust entering my life nowadays. :)

8Oct2013

Momism #7: Laundry Issues

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

Momism 7

I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this.

Part of the reason I know this is, waaaaay back before I had kids, I used to live in an apartment with a shared laundry room. I never ceased to be amazed at how often I’d go down to the basement and discover clothes in the washer or dryer that appeared as if they’d been there for days. I never understood this.

Until I had kids.

Now this sort of thing happens more often than I’d like to admit.

True, as long as there are clean clothes to wear, laundry takes a back seat to, well, just about anything else… until I go to wash (and then dry) another load, and I have to casually turn the dryer back on to get rid of those multiple-day-old wrinkles.

No one will ever know…

6Sep2013

Momism #6: The Power of the Bra

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

Momism 6

I should be ashamed to admit this, but, really, I’m not.

I mean, it’s something I sometimes do so people won’t think I didn’t bother to change out of my pajamas, even though I’m playing with my kids in the front yard and it’s nearly dinner time.

But … yeah. Some days I don’t bother changing out of my pajamas.

And some days I don’t even have time to notice that I haven’t changed out of my pajamas.

You can’t really blame me, though, since my PJs mostly consist of Gilligan & O’Malley shorts and pants from Target and either tank tops or well-loved, old t-shirts. So, when I’m running around after two active toddlers, sometimes I’m just too comfortable to interrupt exploring the world with my children to do something useless and troublesome like putting on “presentable” clothes.

So if I bother putting on a bra for you, you’d better feel privileged.

25Aug2013

Momism #5: Chocolate Stash

Posted in momisms by Rosemary Lynn

Momism 5

Has it already been a week since my last post?

Guess life has been keeping me busy. Most of it is an exciting-busy: starting up my new real estate business. But, unfortunately, there has also been some stressful-busy, pretty much all divorce-related.

Which brings me to chocolate.

When I think of stress, I think of chocolate. Is it just me? Be honest…

Anyway, chocolate also comes in handy about once a month, which is what this Momism references. The main problem with this, is that sometimes us moms NEED chocolate. But that would make our kids hyper. Just before bedtime. Which is never good.

So sometimes we hide things. Not because we’re greedy. Because we’re busy. And stressed. And we need some sort of outlet for that stress so that we can pretend to be sane in front of our kids.

Chocolate is one of those outlets.

{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}