I’m a mean mom. I make my kids do all sorts of dreadful things. Last week I had the nerve to fix Dani and Evie’s hair for school.
“I hate it. I’m taking it out.”
“You look beautiful. Keep it in.”
“No. People will make fun of me. Why do you do this to me? You’re so mean.”
“If one person makes fun of you, I’ll take you to Disneyland today.”
Amazingly, we didn’t have to make the 11-hour Disneyland drive.
Then, despite Dani’s declaration that she hates the mountains–I made her go!
She endured, though refused to smile for any photos.
Also, while in the mountains, I made my toddler stay out of the lake.
So mean, I know!
And! I made my kids go to a corn maze. My husband’s negative corn maze attitude rubbed off on my girls and they didn’t want to go.
The joke was on me though. Note the missing shoe in the above photo. Ya, that’s what the true adventure turned out to be. Looking for the shoe!
There’s more! While at another Halloween activity, I was mean enough to cause this.
Apparently, I broke eye contact while Mase was trying to tell me something. My 3-year-old thought that was very mean and let everyone around him know.
Luckily, I redeemed myself with one really nice thing this week. I took my kids someplace they have been begging to go for months.
We don’t have loved ones buried close by, so we don’t go very often. Dax had to be held for most of the visit after he scaled a tombstone, but my girls and Mase straightened all of the flowers that had fallen over.
A lovely way to end my mean streak.
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal: Trying not to be too mean.