Join Me in Snarkville

You know, we mothers can be down on our motherly-selves so often that it is hard to see when we do good. Thus, since I’m a little giddy right now, I’m going to list a few things I’ve accomplished in one evening:

1. I made dinner.
2. I sent an e-mail complaining over the loss of my son’s brand new winter coat at school.
3. I cut my son’s hair — and other than oh, the FRONT he doesn’t look bad.
4. I have a pile of failed bribes to get him to sit still during said haircut, they may or may not include a lollipop, a sticker, promises of any movie, and the one that worked (letting him hold the green clipper guide)
5. I sent him off to a bath where I taught him to blow real live soap bubbles.
6. Finally, I’m capable of blogging, bathing, and watching TV all at the same time.

I rock this motherhood thing (as long as we ignore the three tantrums I dealt with in the process). So bring on the next challenge — which may or may not be a bowl of ice cream.