Confessions of a Homeschool Mom #atozchallenge

Confessions : Oh My 







Boy do I hate confessionals, but they are not so bad since I have accepted the fact that I am not a perfect mom, never will be. When I had my first child some 19 years ago, I thought I had to be perfect. I scoured the floors with a toothbrush practically, my house was always so clean. Until one day my smiling happy baby boy crawled over my pristine clean kitchen floor and ate a dead fly. I cried and thought I was going to poison him because he ate that poisonous carcass. He looked up at me smiling lovingly

.... laughing at me with a semi-toothless grin and said "momma play". That was when I knew that being perfect was not the answer, providing him lots of love and attention was all he needed. The time I spent scrubbing that darn floor could have been better spent playing with him. As mothers we get so caught up in worrying about what others think about us, how we parent, how our children look, how they act and so on......
In reality God gives us these blessings and he gives us the tools and wisdom to know their every need, want, and desire as infants, children and as they grow. Seeking His guidance should be all you need as a mom, not the guidance or approval of others. Praying daily for you children makes a huge difference in your relationship with them, try it!

Back to my Confessions of a Homeschool Mom (since I got off track a bit there) :

• I am not perfect (and never will be)
• I am not the supermom you think I am (nope, just a mom like you)
• I sleep til after lunch some days ( ha ha, since I can) 
• I stay up way to late at night since I can't get anything done when kids are up
• My kids sleep late almost everyday (and stay up way too late)
• My house is a disaster zone  (bet your house is a mess too)
• My dust bunnies have orgies at night and party all night long
• Some Days we play all day instead of doing school (so what)
• I am impatient at times ( most all the time anymore)
• I am an organized wanna be mom ( I want to be organized and try but fail)
• I watch episodes of "Hoarders" to motivate myself to clean 
• I hate laundry folding and would rather make the kids do it
• I make my daughter empty the dishwasher because I hate that chore too
• I spend way too much time online (and so do my kids)
• I have a huge book fetish and can't give them up --even the little baby books
• I have ADHD most likely too.........Squirrel!!
• I have depression and yes I take medication now ( its ok)
• If I did not take my medication, I might just smother my husband in his sleep (just kidding---maybe)
• I have been known to secretly hide Pepperidge Farm cookies and not share (oh my)
• Some times on Facebook, I would like to ask friends if they have a life besides sharing pictures all day long.....ohh did I say that.
• Yes, I slept with and married one of my ER patients ( the one I want to smother at night--lol) 
• Lesson plans, who uses those? I teach by the seat of my pants (but my kids learn just fine)
• I am the worst record keeper (in a box it goes...at least I keep them) 

Yes homeschool moms can be imperfect, but our house is a house of love, care and understanding. Kids are learning life skills every day and growing in knowledge. Thats all that really matters. 

Mr Nasty...go away!!!

Do you ever wonder where "flu bugs" or

"Mr Nasty comes from?? I want to know

so I can kick his butt like he has kicked our

butt the last week. First was me, I got up last Wednesday

and all of a sudden I was headed to the bathroom. I hate

to puke!! Despise it! I ended up calling in sick to work,

one thing I hardly ever do. I crawled back in the bed

with my trusty bottle of Phenergan and went into a coma.

Got up later that night feeling better. Mr B came down

with it late Thursday after the "cheetah girl's" birthday

party, I put him to bed and prayed he did not mess up

his back surgery site with all the vomiting. I thought we

had it beat until early Saturday morning, I awoke to the

lovely sound of the "lil diva"yelling "MOOOMMY" and

a loud SPLASH of yucky stuff all over her floor.

OH NO "Mr Nasty was back and had taken the littlest

chip off the Block hostage.

In a mad rush to get to a Self Defense Class that morning,

I cleaned her up and got her tucked in my bed with her

"bear-bear"and with Mr B looking at me like "you are

gonna leave me" ?

Yep buddy, she is all yours" :) He does not do well with

vomit. Luckily they slept while I was gone.

She continued to make my day with more sickness and

fun, then her sister says" I don't feel good, my tummy

feels funny".Ahhhhhhhh, Go away Mr Nasty bug!!!

Clorox in hand I cleaned the bathroom to get ready for

more fun. Why am I a nurse at home!! The cheetah

was slowed in her tracks and crawled into bed to

hibernate in her cheetah lair under the loft bed,

for 2 days of Gatorade and Motrin/Tylenol.

She brought me the thermometer at one point and says

"is 103.7 a bad number" "I am a hot potato mommy"

"Is my brain gonna fry"? "Am I gonna get a shot?"

"I think I need to go to the Er now (what am I??

chopped liver ??does she even know how long I have

been an ER nurse?) I laughed and just told her, "no

mommy is gonna take good care of you right here

at home, in our own little hospital." Even though this

mommy wanted to pull all of her hair out by this time.

(funny what kids think about illness)

We made it to Monday and off mommy went to work

in the real "nuthouse" called the ER. I think Mr Nasty

followed me out the door to work and I passed off to

some other poor sucker......Yahoo and good riddens to ya!

~~~~~~~~Leslie ~~~~~~~

aka : Chief Butt wiper and Imodium AD distributor :)

"what ever you do, don't say you are sick and then bend over

mommy will get you"