I was surfing around Facebook tonight and did the “What Kind of Mom are You?” quiz just for fun. After all, we all need a giggle or two each day just to survive, right?
According to Facebook, I am Pretty Hip for a Mom. I am, and I quote,
“You are doing pretty good! You know that being a strong mom is important and that you aren't perfect! You can laugh and cry with your kids! You demand respect and set a certain standard for your kids to follow! You are the MOM of the Year!"
Wow, aren’t I good??? I never knew.
Just tell that to my kids.
I know my teens are on the floor hysterically laughing. My mom? Pretty hip? Yeah right.
My only hope for redemption lies within the little ones. Who are currently going reading stories with daddy. Ah yes. They will back me up.
Until…I have the gall to say, be quiet and go to sleep. It is bedtime.
Whereupon Anna Grace pipes up with, “You are mean.”
End of being the Hip Mom.
So I ditched my usual routine of hanging out in the hallway outside their room until all is quiet on the western front. Which routine is detested by everyone else in my house. But my theory is, if she’s quiet, I know I will have a calm evening. She, of course, meaning Anna Grace. Otherwise, I spend the next hour yelling up the stairs to be quiet.
Sit in the hallway with peace.
Go downstairs and yell.
What to do, what to do?
Well, I ditched her tonight because I was irritated.
Abby, on the other hand, was sweet as pie. Kept saying, I am being quiet, mommy. Awww. My sweet and compliant baby....as long as she is not copying her sister. Heaven help us.
Quite a bit of screaming “I want my mommy” brought me back upstairs.
Yes, I fell for the old “I want my mommy” trick. Sue me.
A few hugs and rocks later, she is calmly in bed upstairs while I am happily typing downstairs. Abby, as always, is content in bed reading to herself. The big kids? Who knows.
Oh, maybe I’d better check on that.
All I know is, Facebook lied.
I am a cranky, impatient, brain-challenged, non-cooking kind of mom.