A Guest Post from Desiree Townsend: The Hilarious Moments of Parenthood
Project Underblog: Small and Mighty. Let me just tell you that if you have never been a part of a blogging or writing group, you are missing out. Through Underblog and other groups, I have met some of the nicest, smartest, most encouraging people from all over the world. It is truly one of the highlights of the internet for me. When I put a call out on Underbloggers for women to write for this series, Desiree was one of the brave women who answered. And I am so glad she did! Enjoy her take on the lighter side of parenting. Raising my children. All I can say is WOW. Those of you who are parents, I know you understand! Oh, sure, it’s rainbows and butterflies most days. Hugs and kisses at night as I tuck them into bed, the high-fives I give them after a job well-done, the memories we make visiting different people in different places. However, with all that “good” going on in the house, there’s been a balance of “icky”, too. There was the time that Ethan puked in the car on the way up to Coal Creek Canyon – yeah, he missed the bag completely and spewed all over the faux suede car interior. Did I mention he had no extra clothes? And, let’s not forget the “two-ended messes” after a bad batch of spinach lasagna. Let’s suffice it to say all three of us slept in the bathroom that night and I washed many clothes and towels the next day.
Look kid, if you’re going to commit forgery at least get the name rightYears ago, I decided I was entirely sure that my children thought they were smarter than me. A couple of examples came to mind as I was reading See Mom Run: Side-Splitting Essays From the World’s Most Harried Moms and was reminded of my own side-splitting moments with my kids. The most memorable to me was the time Ethan’s teacher contacted me at work regarding an incident with forgery. He was in second grade at the time. I wanted to remember the thoughts in my head forever, so I wrote it in a short faux-letter to my son via my blog:
Dear Ethan, Paybacks. Fun. I just got a call from your literacy teacher saying you forged my signature for the reading log you didn’t complete last night because you misplaced your backpack. I started cracking up, not because I wasn’t upset… but because the teacher told me you signed it “Dez”. Looks like I need to have another talk with you about lying. ((((Pray for him that he’s able to live another day.))))Oh, it was a thing of beauty, this “Dez” signature! How does a second-grader think to do that?? I can recall my days in junior high school and beyond. I came home every Friday with a progress report from my teachers when my grades were less-than-stellar (okay, they totally sucked eggs) and forged my mom’s signature, pretending that she had seen the paper so I didn’t get my block knocked off. I know, I was a bad, bad kid. But, hey! At least I got the name right.