If you're familiar with the content over at NickMom, you know that motherhood isn't always a vision of sweet-smelling babies and fluffy blankets. In fact, my babies smell kinda funky sometimes, and the fluffy blankets are usually getting slathered with peanut butter and jelly, or some other mysterious, unidentifiable, sticky substance.
As the Mom of a very bizarre teen and 2 preschoolers, things are never boring around my house. Ever. For example, my teen recently informed me that he wants to dye his hair fire engine red with black and blue streaks in it...Oh, and he wants to pair this terrifying look with brightly colored skinny jeans and tall, platform boots with spikes all over them. Yeah. So not happening. I don't need those kinds of phone calls from his school.
Add to this the fact that I am a blogger, and that's where things get really interesting. You see, bloggers' kids are a unique breed of silly. What other kids are constantly surrounded by boxes and packing peanuts and cannot play with their toys until Mommy takes a zillion photos for her blog and Instagram accounts? And also, what kids know that you cannot feature a photo of Brand A with something from Brand B in the background? Yep....I see a career in marketing in at least one of my littles' futures.
Heck, to be honest, my kids are the happiest when said boxes are emptied so they can climb inside of them. Perhaps they were both cats in a past life?
Sometimes, my kids sneak their way into my myriad of boxes before I have the chance to even open them. One time, Xander walked up to me with these retro, fishnet fingerless gloves and some upside-down 1980's inspired sunglasses on. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't existing in some strange Back to the Future time warp! Since I had not opened this box yet, I had absolutely no idea that these accessories were part of a fun campaign I had agreed to take part in. Talk about a blast from the past!
And then I suddenly felt very, very old....When I was a kid, I sported odd neon accessories, these same sunglasses, slap bracelets, and teased my bangs into an impossibly high wave. It seems like it was only yesterday, too. How did I, the same gal who rocked out to Paula Abdul and Madonna before she became creepy, turn into a woman in her 30's who lives in yoga pants and comfy tees that are often covered in the same before-mentioned sticky substances? Yikes!
This Mama needed a BIG glass of wine as I pondered where my youth had gone....
After I got the natives all situated for the evening, I did in fact grab that glass or 3 of wine, and I headed over to NickMom.com for a pick me up. Hey, sometimes a good laugh is in order, and if one can laugh at themselves, even better, right?!
NickMom has so many awesome games, videos, and "Mom Rants and Raves" that I always seem to get that pick me up I needed. For example, check out this cute cartoon that explains the essence of your inner-most self by what your choice of wine happens to be. (Yes, you have to choose just one...Or maybe not, if you're schitzophrenic. I won't judge!)
So, according to this graphic, I am so uber-special that I positively defy explanation. My favorite wine is a sparkling Moscato. And, as you can see, this is not included among the choices. So maybe this evening, after the littles settle down for bed, I will send my wonderful husband out to purchase a bottle of each of the other varieties so I can choose an alternate favorite. Hey, what Mommy doesn't need a nice glass (or 10) of wine after a long, hard day chasing the kiddies around? Especially when you just discovered that that odd, sticky goop just happens to be in her hair, too? Yikes!
After I find out what my alternate wine persona happens to be, I will try my best to head on over to the NickMom Facebook page to share my results.
What kind of wine do YOU like to enjoy after your kids drive you mad?
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I'm Brandy, a happily married, proud Mom of 3 amazing kids. If you're interested in building a working relationship, please feel free to e-mail me at: NewlyCrunchyMamaOf3@gmail.com
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