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Free Advice Friday! My kids wakes up at 5 AM! Help!

Dear Kim, My son is a total A-hole. He has decided 5:00 am will be the new wake up time and shrillingly yells and stomps all over that it’s “wake up time” In. Every. Room. He’s 2 1/2. Brother 4, sister 5. Is there any rule somewhere, either for or against, plopping them in front of the TV and letting the crew of Paw Patrol take the lead while I pretend to watch/snooze on the couch for another hour?? I’m pretty sure this isn’t a pediatrician approved way for my kids to start the day but somewhere in the mom book, just for a a few months, is there an emergency pass?? Tell me there is!!

Dear Kim,

My son is a total A-hole. He has decided 5:00 am will be the new wake up time and shrillingly yells and stomps all over that it’s “wake up time” In. Every. Room. He’s 2 1/2. Brother 4, sister 5. Is there any rule somewhere, either for or against, plopping them in front of the TV and letting the crew of Paw Patrol take the lead while I pretend to watch/snooze on the couch for another hour?? I’m pretty sure this isn’t a pediatrician approved way for my kids to start the day but somewhere in the mom book, just for a a few months, is there an emergency pass?? Tell me there is!!

Sincerely,
Mourning my sleep in Minnesota

 

 

Dear Mourning,

Yes, there is a rule, it’s called the “Do whatever the hell you need to do to be a somewhat healthy & functioning parent” rule. For me, that means completely dressing my 5 year old for school, THE NIGHT BEFORE. She totally drags ass in the morning, and I was about to go bonkers insane before coming up with this questionably brilliant solution. Here she is getting ready for bed:

“Nightie-night! It’s going to be a cold one tomorrow.”

ana snowCome 8:15 am, I just stick a Pop Tart in her mouth and roll her to the bus stop.

What I’m trying to say is, if your sanity rests on plopping your 2 year old in front of the TV so you can snooze for another hour, then GO FOR IT!  Besides, TV isn’t all bad- how do you think my kids learned their letters and numbers? Me? Ha! All the credit goes to Sesame Street. Of course, they now sound like Count von Count, “Vun, Doo, Thrrrree! Mommy bought thrrrree bottles of wine! ah…ah…ah…”  An unfortunate side effect, but we’re looking into speech therapy.

But if damaging your child’s developing brain with television is a real concern, then might I suggest toys? Yes, toys.  Go to a thrift shop, purchase a bunch of crappy toys, disinfect them until your hands bleed and the bleach makes your skin translucent, then put a new toy in your darling’s room each night while he’s sleeping.  In the morning, he’ll be so into the new toy that he’ll totally forget about his carefully crafted plans of mental and emotional domination.

This appeared in Ana’s room after one particularly exhausting evening:

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Do you have any idea how long it takes to color a house that big? At one point, she didn’t leave her room for a week, and we almost missed her bitching.

Mourning, I hope I’ve given you some encouragement and/or solutions to help turn your little A-hole into a little Angel. TV, toys, coloring books, whatever you need to do, do it! Oh, and make sure to hook a Clapper up to your television- no reason you should get out of bed.

Now put on Paw Patrol and get some rest!

Kim

www.OneClassyMotha.com

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Free Advice- Give Homeschooling a try!

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Dear Kim,

I’m really disappointed with the narrow education my children are receiving due to the No Child Left Behind act. It seems like all the district cares about is state testing and preparing for the state tests. I fear that by “teaching to the test” my children are missing out on a well rounded education.

I’m starting to seriously consider homeschooling my children. Do you have any experience with this or any helpful advice?

Thanks,

Erica for Education

 

Dear Erica,

Do you occasionally drink to excess? If so, I’m guessing that homeschooling might exacerbate the situation, you may want to explore nearby Charter School options. But if your alcohol intake is firmly under control, 1.”What’s that like?” and 2. Read on.

Erica, last year, I too reached a point where I considered homeschooling. I was fed up with setting my alarm a full 2 hours before school started, just to give my 5 year old enough time to dress. You can’t imagine the stress it created! The girl can devour a nutritional Oreo Pop-Tart in under 15 seconds, but matching the right character underwear to her spirit animal and mood takes her all goddamn morning! So over Christmas break, I decided to try my hand at some DIY homeschooling, just to make sure it was the right move for us before committing.

Taking this endeavor very seriously, I established, trademarked, and incorporated my own for-profit educational establishment called the Ohio School for Highly Inventive Teaching. I was no joke! We even secured a mascot.

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Mr. Bojangles wore our school colors, brown & light brown, a little less than proudly.

The facility at OH S.H.I.T was carefully selected based on experience, specialty, and most importantly, TV time slots. Dora taught cartography with the help of her assistant Map, Diego was in charge of Animal Science, Sponge Bob encouraged a positive attitude & a strong work ethic, and I instructed on most everything else (because I have an inflated ego and continue to erroneously believe that I’m good at most things).

Erica, for only $999 and a case of 2009 Caymus Cabernet from the Napa region, you can be my first OH S.H.I.T. franchise! Here, let me give you just a taste of the “Inventive” teaching lessons you can expect to receive from me each week.

History: Staying in your bathrobe, put an “Egypt” sign over your bedroom door and take the children to visit the Great Pyramids of Laundry. Explain to them that although scholars are still debating as to how they were built, you’re certain that, like you, bitter slaves did all the manual labor.

Geology: …then have them fold the clothes from the Great Pyramids of Laundry to demonstrate the process of erosion. Be sure to point out the sediment of unmatched socks.

Math: “If Sally is 5’3, weighs 145 pounds, does an hour of cardio, and is allowed 24 Weight Watchers Points per day, how many glasses of wine can she have tonight if she skips dinner?”

Reading: Hand them a book about the importance of reading books, hope they can read it, update your Facebook status to “Awesome Teacher!”

Writing: Instruct them to write a fictional story with you as the heroine. If it isn’t flattering or if you look fat in the accompanying crayon drawings, burn it before their traitorous eyes and tell them to start over.

Biology: Use Pillow Pets of various sizes to demonstrate how mammals are birthed. Ideally, you’ll want to use two of the same animal (my original cow/squirrel combo only created more confusion).

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Gummy worms make great placentas.

Chemistry: A grape fermentation project. Enough said.

Erica, however you decide to structure your homeschooling experience, even if it’s not with OH S.H.I.T. Inc., here’s the most important part: Charge your kids an outrageous tuition rate, then make them work around the house for years to pay off their student loan. Trust me, that’s unfortunately one lesson that’ll prepare them for the real world.

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Sincerely,

Headmistress Kim

*Full disclosure- at the end of the week, my children begged to go back to school. They said the only thing they learned is that I’m terrible with acronyms…and keeping up with laundry.

Free Advice Friday: I seriously doubt you’re a sh!tty mom.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, hate me because I’m on a plane to Florida AGAIN,without my family! Well, technically I am with family, I’m with my mother, who keeps reading over my shoulder when she SHOULD be flagging down a flight attendant for those tiny bottles of vodka.

“Mom! Take care of your parental duties!”

 

One Margarita, one Screwdriver and a complimentary bag of peanuts later….

 

anywhoo- I have a Free Advice Friday that I was going to finish on this flight but my mother wants to talk about dog breeds, the validity of Cool Sculpting for permanent fat reduction, and the ethical dilemma you find yourself in when requesting an airport wheelchair because you’re not wearing the right shoes -all things that intrigue me immensely. Sooo, for today, here’s a repost that I should have put up on Mother’s Day but totally forgot about. Enjoy.

PS- I’ll bring back crappy pics on Tuesday!

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Dear Kim,

I feel like I’m sucking at this motherhood thing. Everyone around me seems to have their act together and I’m such a mess. My kids are always late for the bus, I forgot about my daughter’s Show and Tell day, my kids refuse to eat a healthy meal, and I can’t remember the last time I dusted. All these screw ups, and I don’t even work outside of the house! How does everyone else make it look so easy?

Sucking at Motherhood,

Sally

 

 

My dear, dear Sally,

Honestly, I don’t believe there’s a mother out there that has her shit together. And if you think you know one, I guarantee she’s faking it. She probably fakes those over-the-top orgasms too…

But if she’s not faking it, it’s possible that she’s just not sharing her problems with you.

Take me for instance, I’m sure everyone thinks I’m pretty much perfect. And why wouldn’t they? Just look at the way my underwear always matches my Lulu Lemon yoga pants to disguise the hole in my crotch, how I shave my legs almost every third Monday without fail (excluding Columbus Day), the fact that I never ever entertain guests without wearing pants or a bra. Yes, I imagine, on the surface, I can be quite intimidating. But once you get to know me, you realize that I’m just like every other mother out there, forgetting her kids at the gym daycare and hiding empty wine bottles under discarded boxes of organic cereal stolen from the neighbor’s recycling bin.

Sure, my life might appear to be all roses but it’s more like “all carnations”- you know, not without some emotional strife.

I worry that my daughter’s steady diet of turkey hotdogs will deprive her of essential nutrients causing her to grow crooked like a tree sapling planted in partial shade. But I serve her hotdogs anyway. Every time we buy our son a video game simply because he wants it, I worry that we’re not teaching him the value of hard, honest work. But I’ve yet to create a chore chart because it’s quicker and easier for me to do a job myself. And when my daughter says “A” is her favorite number…ugh…I worry that she’ll be behind when she enters Kindergarten next year. But have I made those multi-sensory flash cards that I found on Pinterest? No. No I haven’t.

Speaking of Pinterest, I saw this great quote:

So true.

But I think it needs a little rewording…for us…

 

 

Let me ask you this, Sally: Do your children love you? Do they feel safe? Do they know how much you love them? If so, then you’re rocking this Motherhood thing! Trust me, that’s all anyone will truly remember, and in my opinion, it’s the only thing worth remembering.

 

Give your kids a hug & make Pop Tarts for dinner,

Kim

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free Advice Friday – Your boobs hang low? Keep your head high!

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Dear Kim,

I’m in my mid-forties and the mother of 3 children, ages 7, 10, & 12.  I’ve been into health and fitness my whole life so, for the most part, I’m satisfied with my weight and overall body shape. However, there is one area that all the exercise in the world can’t fix, my sagging boobs! I’m talking droopy pancakes!

I can’t decide if I should just accept the fact that my breasts will never be the same and make peace with it OR if I should get a boob job and wear a kick ass bandeau bikini this summer.

What would you do if you had sagging boobs?

Sincerely,

Sagging Sally in Schenectady

 

Dear Sally,

IF I had sagging boobs? IF???

Here, take a look my self portraits, drawn 12 years apart….

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I remember when my boobs held the attention of men everywhere, now the only thing they hold are crayons, lipstick, and a roll of quarters for the tampon vending machine.

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Later, I’d find an overdue library book stashed under there.

 

Sally, the decision on whether or not to have a breast augmentation is a very personal one.  To find your answer, you must first work through the 5 stages of boob grief…like I did.

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1. Denial– Oh. My. God. was I in denial!

You saw the picture above, right? And no, I’m not bra-less in that pic, I’m wearing a strapless bra…so stupid! Does a flag fly without wind? Does a dead body stand without rigamortis? No and no. So why did I think my boobs would look just hunky dory without some industrial strength hoisting? Denial, that’s why.

2. Anger– Sometimes I’d get so angry at my boobs that I’d take off my bra, bend over, and bitch slap them as they limply dangled in the air. They didn’t even put up a fight. sad sacks.

3. Bargaining–  This is known as the “if only” stage.

“If only I had worn a sports bra to bed every night.”, “If only I lived on a plant without gravity.”, “If only I hadn’t gained 70 pounds in my first pregnancy, causing my mammaries to swell to such an enormous size that they actually dragged on the ground as I walked.”

4. Depression– Some days, to cheer myself up, I’d roll my boobies like a Fruit-Roll Up and stuff them in a push-up bra, prancing around and pretending they were perky again. But the moment I unhooked my bra, they’d unroll like a red carpet…a flesh colored one…that welcomed tears, not celebrities.

5. Acceptance– Embrace your low swinging breasts and thank them for nourishing your beautiful children. And remember to be kind to yourself, knowing that beauty radiates from within ..OR Accept that you’ll need to get a second job to pay for those rockin’ new boobies!

Sally, I’m actually in the process of creating a support group for support bra wearers called “Lift Us Up”.  I’m still working out the details, but at least I’ve nailed my logo. It’s a pic of women standing in a circle supporting one another…

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Membership is $99 per month, which includes a weekly email from me containing clever words of encouragement, like:

“Your breasts are low, but your head is high!”

“It could be worse. Unless you’re tripping on them already.”

and jokes like:

“What did the guy say when he saw the woman with boobs down to her belly button? So loooong! …because the guy was an asshole and probably hates his mother.”

Sally, I realize the membership price might seem a bit steep but I guarantee it’s totally worth the investment…plus the proceeds are paying for my boob job.

Thanks for writing, and hang in there! Hahahaha!

Kim

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