I searched and searched, High & Low.. But I couldn't find a website for BMA. So I am starting one here....... I'll start.... Feel free to join BMA in the comment section at the end of this post.
1. My Name is Dana..... And I'm a Bad mother. (1. Introduce yourself, you can use an alias if its too bad!)
2. I promised my son (aka worker #3) that I would finish his quilt for his 12th birthday. It didn't get finished. I'll have it done today... (one day too late!!) (2. confess your Bad-Motherness)
3. My Son (worker #4) lost a tooth yesterday... a BIG tooth... a MOLAR... He was all excited for the tooth fairy to leave him a surprise under his pillow in return for his Big Boy Tooth.... She fell asleep and forgot!!! He was crushed. (3. keep confessing... don't worry.. it's good for the soul!)
4. My daughter (aka the little foreman in pink) wants pancakes for breakfast this morning.... I decided I'm too busy cleaning the kitchen from last-nights birthday party to make pancakes... So she got plain old toast cut up w/ syrup They are NOW called "Mommy's Special Pancakes"! (4. confess it ALL no matter HOW bad it is....!)
5. For his birthday yesterday one of the things worker #3 wanted for dinner was a salad from the Olive Garden. The Olive Garden sent 5 Andee's chocolate mints with the salad..... I ate them ALL! (I'm a BMA and getting Fatter because of it!!) (wow! I suck!)
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I've found it best to say we have to notify the tooth fairy to get on her schedule. That way if the, um, tooth fairy forgets or doesnt have any cash on her the kid won't freak out.
My son lost a tooth before school one day. I told him to give it to me, so it wouldn't get lost, but he INSISTED on going ahead and putting it under his pillow. Well, as you well know, moms have many things to fill their minds and that poor little tooth completely fell to the bottom of my list. When he woke up the next morning, he was upset that the tooth fairy hadn't come. :-( (This is where I felt like a bad mom) So I told him she was probably overwhelmed with all the other teeth she had to round up (his cousins had all lost one within a day or so of his. . . ) and just hadn't had a chance to make it, I was sure she would come that night. Well, he was awake when I got home from work still, so I sat here and waited on him to fall asleep. . . and forgot AGAIN. The next morning he was DEVASTATED that she still hadn't come. (THIS is where I felt like a COMPLETE JACKASS.) So I got all up in arms, "Do you want me to call her?? I will give her a piece of my mind. . .!" To which he said, "no. . . it's okay." Poor little guy had strep throat already, and the stinkin' tooth fairy couldn't be bothered to come. So after he left for school, I wrote a letter on the world's smallest post-it note: "Dear Aaron, Sorry I haven't made it. I have been swamped with teeth to collect! I would have loved to have seen you, but since you've been sick, I can't afford to catch it or I will never make my quota! Hope to see you next time and congrats on pulling your own tooth for the first time!!!" (Yeah. I am that mom. The one who uses strep throat as an excuse.) Well, he was tickled by the teeny-tiny note and the five dollar bill that covered the "late fees" so all is well in our world again. Still feel HORRIBLE that I forgot not once, but TWICE.
What does worker #4 mean?
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