I highly recommend finding Rita Templeton on Scary Mommy or her blog (not here) Fighting Frumpy. She has four boys. Her stories about the things they do to one another, and their penises, and sometimes each others penises, have left me holding my stomach because I’ve laughed so fucking hard I’m in pain.
I’ve known her since before she had kids. She’s fantastic.
I am a boy mom. I have a 24-year-old, a 19-year-old, and a 2-year-old. I also have an 8-year-old daughter. I didn’t give birth to the 8-year-old or 2-year-old.
It has been quite some time since I had to hide to eat a snack. I thought to myself not too long ago, I’m not going to be that mom again. I’m going to sit here and eat my damn snack and this child will just get over it.
He didn’t get over it.
This child threw himself on the floor, screamed at the top of his lungs, and sounded like he required an exorcism.
Over a pack of almonds. That he doesn’t even eat. But he wanted them because I had them.
My husband and I just stared at him in awe. The energy he spent for this tantrum was epic.
Somehow, over the many years since my bio kids were small, I had forgotten how dramatic toddlers are. Now, I just go to the bathroom with my damn snack.
Thanks for sharing, this was great.