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Conversations with my best friend BG. #thebgs

This will be a random question that will be from a CrAzY conversation with my Beastie Grits.

The first ever question asked since the very small, more work to do, blog change over.

1)  Where do you keep your wine?

My response,

"Above the washing machine as no one else knows how to use such a complex machine."

She said, I picture with her hands on her hips, "Yeah, NO SHIT!  LOL"

Thank you thank you thank you,

Who’s your favorite child? I know you have one. We all have one. Right? #keepingitreal

Recently on vacation with the crew my three daughters were giving me hell saying their brother Ben, who wasn’t able to come with us because of school and work, was my favorite.  Blah blah.

Ben could get away with murder and Mom would help bury the body!!!

Such crazy talk.

So the WHOLE week we were at the beach it’s all I heard from the three girls.

Ben this.  Ben that.  Ben this.  Mom would never let me do that but Ben does.

Insert HUGE Mom eyeroll here.

This got me to thinking.

All four of my kids have been my favorite at one time or another.  I really feel it’s that way with all parents and their children.  Hannah was my favorite when she was little and as she likes to tease her sisters - she became my favorite when she moved out of the house and when she made me a grandmother.  Twitch twitch.  I am too flipping young to be a grandmother?!?  It still feels weird telling people that I have a granddaughter.  I love sweet sweet baby and we are blessed to have her in our life.

Then wh…

Topless Thursday #TT

This is not an actual "topless" picture and I wasn't topless while I took this picture.  I just wanted to get away from the norm of "Wordless Wednesday" and turn it into something more fun.  Know what I mean?

My mind went to "topicless" immediately.  Then my pervy mind went right to "topless".

Then "Topless Thursday" was born.

You're welcome.

Today was a sad day. I realized that my kids don’t think of me.

I kind of figured that was the case but I was in denial.

I did give birth to them and nurse them from my breast.  Yanno, that kind of thinking.

Then this morning….

I woke up, went to make coffee as they are already bickering in the living room.

Then I see it!  Like a huge RED flashing light.

I about fell to my knees and cried out “why don’t you love me?”.

They wouldn’t have heard me over their bickering anyway.

So, I sadly put the EMPTY milk jug in the recycles.

This just proved that NO one listened when I gave the “Save Mommy Enough Milk For Her Morning Coffee Speech”!!

Like I didn’t know this but I had hope.

Sniff sniff.

No one ever listens to Mommy.

Look at how sad my coffee cup looks all empty???  Tragic.

The Great Debate - Who loves the other more or the most?

It’s the usual night time ritual with parents and kids.  After the bedtime story has been read, and covers are tugged up, right down to their sleepy smile.  You know it’s about to be on!

I love you.

I love you more.

I love you most.

Nope, not possible.  I love you the most.

I love you a million times more.

Kid!  You ain’t gonna win this debate.  Trust me.  We gave you life.  Even though we used to wipe your butt for you, WE still love you the most.

One night I was in bed as my youngest was hollering her “I love yous” to me.  I was a genius, I tell you and got her good.

Kid - I love you.

Mom - I love you more.

Kid - I love you most.

Mom - You probably do.

Bwah ha ha ha.  Score one or five for MOM.

Some days it may feel as if the kids do love us the most but deep down we will always love them more.  It’s just the way it is.  No matter how they may irritate the crap out of us, we will continue to adore them.

Just don’t spill my wine...

Eating Crackers in the Bed - I am a shitty parent and you might be too.

Recently I recovered from a cold that had me in bed for a few days and nights, just sleeping.  Earaches, sore throat, and headache and just generally feeling yucky.  It wasn’t how I had expected to spend my weekend for sure.

Sadly, or maybe not, when I don’t feel good it prompts me to make changes.  I started thinking about the blog and should I change the name.  Changing my name on Twitter and Instagram as I try to move away from the glitter that once was Supermom.

Know what I mean?

I tried to leave the blogging world but I listened to my peeps.  They wouldn’t LEAVE me alone.

Then I got the best email from a PR company I had recently worked with saying, "You have more to say than you think. Keep posting. All of life is funny, strange and wonderful! :)".

So my friends didn’t want me to leave.  I didn’t want to continue to be Supermom.  I wanted to be myself.  I want you to know that it’s okay if you are a shitty parent.  You probably aren’t but I know I think I am a shit pa…