Starting today, Sarcastic, Funny and Brutally Honest will be hosting a new series every Friday titled “Confessions Friday”. With a slew of funny, talented, witty, charming and fabulous bloggers that will be guest posting every Friday-this series will be one you will not want to miss. This series will feature some of the best up and coming (and some well-established as well) bloggers from around the country.
The purpose of “Confessions Friday” will be a place of venting and confessing in a non-judgmental, non-criticizing happy and healthy place where we can relate to one another; because at the end of the day, we’re all mothers and for Christ’s sake we’re not perfect.
To start the series off with jolly good fun, I’ll be confessing one of my own: how I have won the “Mother of the Year Award” every year since 2007. So here goes…
“I can’t play with my kids”
Yep, I can’t play with my kids. I can’t do puzzles, cards, board games or take them to the park by myself. I can’t do trucks, coloring, or watch cartoons on TV.
But, I can take them anywhere in Southern California on a DayTrip. I can take them shopping, on errands, on assignments or to the moon. I can show them the world.
But I can’t play with my own damn kids when we’re at home.
When my son was a baby and I realized this…this total and complete lack of interest in playing I felt like a horrible mother. My mommy guilt overcame me and made me feel like complete and downright sh*t. I tried to force myself to stack blocks, to play puzzles and to race cars, but I just couldn’t do it.
I have convinced myself that my kids are better off without a constant jester keeping them entertained at home. And you know what?
I kind of believe that too.