Best Mommy Ever

I am hereby claiming the title of "Best Mommy Ever" for myself. What did I do to earn such an auspicious honour, you ask?

Well, I'm pretty sure I clinched it when, after about half and hour of listening to Diva Girl natter on about her plans for playing "princess fairies" at her sleepover tomorrow, I finally snapped during the detailing of why each crown went to each particular girl and said "I don't care anymore."

Let me just explain here that the explanations of this particular game were endless. And exhaustive. And repetitive. And there is really only so much "The blue crown is for water, the red jewel is fire, the green one is for earth, and the yellow is for air" combined with "let me show you how I make them fairies with my wand" and rationalizing of why only half of the fairy contingent gets wings that a mother can take before the brutal honesty slips out.

And lest you all think that I've forever damaged her fragile self esteem with this example of quality parenting, I'd like to assure you that after a few brief moments of injured silence, the Queen of the Fairies was back to happily planning out exactly how she would boss her minions around tomorrow. Using the exact same words.

I'd think that maybe I was trapped in some level of hell, if not for the knowledge that tomorrow I get to live this experience. Complete with unwilling minions who might just not be as eager to submit to the endlessly detailed rules of this game in person as they were in absentia. So this is not in fact hell, it is merely the previews.

Thank goodness I've already hired a babysitter.

See? I told you I was the best mommy ever!

If you think you're the Best Mommy Ever, write a post telling everyone why and then head on over to Kate's blog and claim your trophy.

Comments

OMG we are fully into the bossy years here. It makes me nuts, but then I think about my mom telling me how, as an Oz-obssessed youngun, I would tell my friends that we were going to play Wizard of Oz, and I'd be Dorothy and they could be Toto. Niiiiiice.

Good for you, getting the babysitter!

My mom remembers my sister's friends from early grade school, all gathered around the playground playing "Martin Luther King," which was a game about royalty. Kings and queens, get it? The adults did their best to keep straight faces.

Part of growing up is realizing when NO ONE CARES!!! :)

Vivian is already at this stage, and we don't feel bad, since she just talks about something else ad nauseum then.

Love your blog, I fel human now.

Thanks

xxxx

Thank you so much for the laugh!!! I am the newly single mother of a four year old daughter, and the words "I don't care" are so refreshing to read in your blog... even if I only fantasize of saying them. LOL. Thanks again.

You are the best mom ever.

I was chatting with a co-worker the other day - she was talking my ear off. Finally I said, I just need a break.

We both laughed actually and she stopped talking for two minutes. It was heaven.

Mine is just learning to talk so I still love it ... but this will be me in a few years.

Hi, I remember when my son was young and he wouldn't talk yet and I was so worried....and when he finally did I came to a point that I wanted to beg him to stop talking...but now at 11 yo I guess he has finally mastered the technique often used by men...when to stay silent.Parenting is a hard job by itself and so much more so when you're on your own. My experiences at parenting is sometimes a little frustrating but I would never change it in any way....well maybe, just one or two or three teeny weeny bit of it...but definitely not those precious moments with my son.

Thank you so much for the laugh!!! I am a single mother of 2 wonderful kids. The words "I don't care" are so refreshing even if I only imagine of saying them.

Sorry to be the odd one out here, but saying "I don't care" is not at all acceptable to a young child...surely as witty as you claim to be you could have thought of a different answer to get you some peace and quiet..how about a simple "mommy has to do something right now" and then get up and go to the bathroom or wherever...what is wrong with you for thinking I don't care is even remotely funny to actually say??/ Thinking it is one thing, saying it is another. Yes yes she went right back to chattering a few minutes later, but that doesn't mean she won't remember the hurt feeling inside, you really could do a lot better in your approach. Yes I get it, we all get to our breaking point, but choose your words better!! Don't minimize the power of them either to a child...

Your not funny, your just a very insensitive mom, shame on you! There was a much better way to handle that...much better!