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Veteran’s Day Debacle – ‘Mom of the Year’ goes to me.

Veterans Day

Ok, so this happened. On Monday morning I drove to the gym, put Ana in the childcare, and went to my spin class. It was a great workout (thanks Jeannie)!

Afterwards, I plopped myself down in the lobby to rest and catch up on some email. As I sat there, I heard my stomach rumble; boy was I hungry!  I headed over to the cafe to buy a late breakfast, sadly they were closed to prep for lunch. Ugh. So I had to drive all the way home to make my own damn eggs. How annoying.

When I walked in the house I saw Brian standing at the stove making…eggs. mmm.

Him: “Hi Ladies!”

Me: “It’s just me”

Him: “Where’s Ana?”

Me: “She’s at school, duh!”

Him: “Um, it’s Veteran’s Day. She doesn’t have school today.  Really, where is she?”

OH HOLY DAMN SHIT!

Suddenly my brain started twisting and spiraling like I had walked into a parallel universe, a universe where up was down and Adam Levine was ugly. Confusion…denial…realization…

So I did what any mediocre mother would do (after contemplating making breakfast anyway), l nervously laughed and slowly backed out of the door while saying “I’ll be right back” in a sing-song voice.

As I shut the car door I heard him yell “Are they going to charge us for this?”

Mom Shaming

When I returned home with her, Brian wanted to know how this could have happened.  I think he was trying to assess if I was losing my mind.  I spent the next ten minutes retracing my thought process.  I think it went like this:

-remember, Ana’s in childcare

-Collin has school but Ana doesn’t

-Collin has school

-has school

-school

-my ass hurts

-I need to go to the grocery store

-I should go before Ana gets out of school.

And BAM!!!  Kid forgotten. It’s just that easy, America.  I need to start writing notes on my body, or tucking a notepad under my boob.

Tips for Today – Cards & Crap

Tip #1 – Greeting Cards

A couple of weeks ago, I gave awesome advice to Valerie about creating her own greeting cards out of construction paper and markers (Never crayons. Crayons say “I don’t give a shit about you, that’s why I’m not writing with anything permanent”). Since then I have received emails from readers stating that they don’t possess the talent nor the desire to create their own clever and offensive verses. Pity. But for these people I have a terrific tip, Modification.

The first thing you need to do is to collect a cheap assortment of greeting cards.

Those black and white cards must of been on clearance.

Don’t spend a lot of money or thought on this. Simply gather any unused cards you can find, from rummage sales, dollar stores, or your grandmother’s basement, and place them in a *reusable grocery bag.

*I like to be Eco-friendly when it’s convenient.

Whenever you need a card I want you to close your eyes, reach into your bag, and have someone make a drum roll sound while you pull one out. It’s not unlike the “3 Strikes” game on the Prices Right (except no one’s holding a dildo shaped microphone and you won’t win a car).

Slightly off topic….here’s Brian and I this Halloween, as Bob Barker and a Prices Right contestant:

Spay and Neuter Your Spouse!

 

Now here’s the amazing part…I guarantee that any card you pull out can be modified to fit your card-giving situation. I give you the following examples:

A birthday card to my brother…

A birthday card to my Mom…or Mother in law

 

A birthday or valentines day card to my father-in-law. (admittedly a little icky)

 

Valentine’s Day card for my husband or boyfriend (just kidding Brian)

 

to my brother in law…

And don’t forget to make changes to the inside of the card as well. Here’s a birthday card brilliantly retro-fitted for Christmas…

Happy Birthday Baby Jesus!

 

 

 

If you follow me on Facebook or twitter you have already heard Tip #2. For those of you that don’t (why the hell don’t you?) here it is…

Dog walking tip:

If your dog craps and you forgot the poop bag, simply insert a large leaf into the poop by its stem. This serves as both a flag to alert other walkers and as an autumn celebration.

*I thought about taking a picture but I know that many people read my blog while eating. You’re welcome.

 

Another letter to my local bank – a solid loan request.

Dear WSFS,

I was beyond excited to see that WSFS is now offering Makeover Loans to its customers!  You truly are a progressive bank and I, for one, applaud your company.  Not every bank understands that beautiful people make better customers.

Shortly after seeing your advertisement, I set up a consultation with a plastic surgeon to determine just how much money I would need to borrow.

Unfortunately it was a terrible experience.  Call me sensitive, but I think it’s completely unprofessional for a plastic surgeon to play “Let Me Guess What You Need”.  I walked into his office wanting a boob job and a tummy tuck, but I walked out crying while holding pamphlets about ear pinning, ass implants, and something called vaginal rejuvenation.  He says I’m going to need a pretty hefty loan.

I plan on coming in next week to speak with one of your loan officers about obtaining my Makeover Loan. I have already gathered all the information I believe you’ll need to speed up the loan approval process. Below are the steps I’ve taken:

My credit score:

Using mycreditscore.org, I’ve evaluated my credit history and I’m proud to say it is exemplary.  In my experience, the key to money management is 1. Always pay your monthly credit card statements in full  2. Don’t apply for a retail credit card just because they offer 10% off your purchase  3. Make a monthly budget and stick to it  4. Take all the Keurig K-cups from your doctor’s waiting room instead of buying them  and  5. Never put your personal lubrication on auto-refill (it lasts longer than you think).

Earnings:

I’ve located and made copies of all my yearly earnings.  I’m currently self employed as a talent manager for my dog, Mr. Bojangles.  Perhaps you’ve seen him in the SPCA’s newest spay & neuter campaign “Bones Not Boners”?

Yo Dawg- condoms break, snip your snake!

While it’s not steady work, it’s quite lucrative.  I was originally earning only 20% commission, but just last month I gave myself a 100% raise.  I see this as fair since I’ve missed all of my children’s recitals, doctor’s appointments, and baptisms to shuttle his furry butt around.  And he’s not the easiest animal to work for, he’s chronically late and always crapping on the set.

References:

I realize that it’s important to offer letters that can attest to both my character and my need for improvement. So far I have acquired letters from my husband, my gynecologist, and the lady that waxes my bikini area.  I’m still waiting to hear back from my college boyfriend, as he was the last one to see my body in tip top shape.

Please let me know if there is anything else, other than the above documents and my driver’s license, that I should bring with me.

Thank you,

Kim S.

www.oneclassymotha.com

P.S.  I noticed you are offering a Veteran Loan program.  I think it’s a wonderful thing you’re doing.  If we didn’t already have a veteran in the family to teach my children about war, country, and sacrifice, I would totally borrow one from WSFS.

Inner Harbor Trip – Day 2, (spoiler) I can’t believe nothing or nobody broke

Today we had a fancy breakfast in the hotel restaurant. And by fancy, I mean breakable china and tapestry covered chairs which I’m guessing weren’t Scotch Guarded. I was nervous about it but the kids did alright; nothing was broken and nobody pissed themselves. I call that a success.

After breakfast we made the 1/2 mile trek to the National Aquarium, it was crazy freezing. And the whole walk was filled with Collin bitching about not taking a cab.

If you’ve never been to the National Aquarium in Baltimore I highly suggest you go, it’s an awesome place! Except they don’t have penguins or sea otters. I was way pissed about the sea otters ’cause I loooove sea otters. I swear, if I could keep one for a pet I would.  I’d name him Timmy and hand feed him cans of sardines while he floated on his back in my jacuzzi tub. He’d never have to smash open another clam again as long as I was around.  I would give him the life his parents never had.

That’s right Timmy! A lifetime supply of shucked oysters!

Despite the absence of penguin & otter, we had a really great time.  The only thing that marred the trip was maybe Ana’s foot getting stuck under a revolving door*.

*she also got stuck in the aquarium’s 4-D movie theater seat, it folded with her in it. But that’s small potatoes in our world so I won’t expand.

Something told me I should have carried her through the revolving door…it was the sign that said “Warning, Carry Small Children Through the Revolving Door”.

Anyway she got ahead of me and jumped in the door with Collin. I was about to enter behind them but a mother and son stormed in front of me. Ok, maybe they didn’t ‘storm’ but this is my story.

So this little boy pushes the door much too hard and fast causing Ana to trip and fall. I expected her to get right back up but she just sat there crying, essentially trapping her and Collin in the revolving door. So he starts banging on the glass door, fogging it up and mouthing the words ‘Help me’, while I’m yelling for Ana to “Please get up! Keep moving!”  But she doesn’t. In fact, her screaming starts to escalate as she pulls on her leg. Then I see it, holy shit, her foot is somehow stuck UNDER the revolving door!

I rush over and try to push her foot back under but it won’t budge. People start to crowd around and begin shouting out helpful ideas “pull the door” “push harder” “cut the leg off”. Finally I hear “take the shoe off”. Ding Ding Ding, I think we have a winner. But the problem was I couldn’t reach the top of her shoe. So I begin giving Collin directions through the glass.  Man oh man, I felt like I was in one of those movies where the pilot is knocked unconscious and the ground control has to instruct an ordinary passenger on how to land the plane. And judging by the panicked look in Collin’s eyes, I thought we were all going to crash.

I have to give him props though, he did eventually release her from the shoe. And somehow she pulled her shit together enough to walk out of the ‘revolving door of death’. The mother of the little boy apologized but the kid gave Ana a crappy look for holding him up. Nice. By the way, this all happened as we were leaving the exhibit, Australia: Dangerous Extremes. The irony was not lost on me.

After the aquarium we walked over to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch/dinner (it was 3:30pm). Of course they had a revolving door so Ana was trembling. As we were sitting there looking at the memorabilia, Collin sees this picture…

and an Abbott and Costello routine unfolded:

Him: Is that a famous football team?

Me: No, The Who

Him: Those guys right there.

Me: I know, that’s The Who

Him: I don’t know who it is. If I did I wouldn’t ask you.

Me: It’s a band called The Who

Him (getting really pissed): I. DON’T. KNOW!

Me: I can’t take this. Just read it.

Him (reads it): ohhh! The Who is a band.

I ordered a margarita on the rocks with salt.

I would like to take a moment here to praise my son. Before we left the restaurant he decided he wanted to donate $5.00 of his allowance to WhyHunger.org, a charity that seeks to end poverty and hunger (Hard Rock is a long-time partner of this organization). I didn’t prompt this at all! He’s such a sweet boy. Frustrating but sweet.

Once in the hotel room, I got in my PJ’s and attempted to relax. Unfortunately the “Mom, look I’m flying” yell unsettled me.  This is what I saw…

Ana takes a gymnastics class that incorporates the rings, so the fact that she thought these curtain pulls were made for swinging made horrific sense.

Again, back to relaxing.

“Mom! Ana is looking at her pee in the toilet and her hair is dipping in it!” Jesus!

Everyone eventually fell asleep but I stayed up way too late so I could soak in the quiet. We head home tomorrow. And while we had a great time, I’m ready to get back to a place where doors separate rooms and children go to school.

 

(Free Adivce Friday will return next week)

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