What kind of Mom am I?

What a loaded question. I can sit here behind the keyboard and tap out a perception of how I want you guys to see me and I can also let you use your imagination. I know when I read other blogs, I myself usually form an opinion or I tend to classify what kind of Mom they are and how I relate. It's inevitable in the blogging community and especially the mommy bloggers.

So I wonder... what kind of mom am I? Earthy? Perfectionist? Attached? Laid back?

Well here it is.

I am the Mom that wakes up, stumbles over dirty clothes to make it to the nursery.

I didn't find breastfeeding to have that bonding experience many spoke of, I instead played many levels of Angry Birds and perused FB. Maybe it's due to my lack of focus, I don't know. I lasted about 6 weeks before I busted out the formula with no shame. It was what was best for our family.

Oh and I can't forget the time I forgot to pay the power bill when he was 2 weeks old. That made for a long day.

I am the Mom who doesn't wash the pacifier off when it drops on the floor 95% of the time. Drop it on the Walmart bathroom floor- yes, of course I wash it off.

I tend to parent by the minute. I plan the things that don't really matter. I think months in advance about his Halloween costume or Birthday party. But I couldn't tell you what I am feeding him for dinner or when his next Dr's appointment is. Well, I know the month but I never know details until the Dr's office calls with the courtesy reminder. That thing was a savior when I was making weekly OB visits.

I'm the Mom that forgot wipes in the diaper bag one day. Ok, I didn't REALLY forget them, I just didn't feel like going back in the house to grab them considering we were running ONE- read that ONE- errand. Low and behold, he had a blow out. One where you have to roll the windows down. One where I was getting texts from Chris who was waiting in the parking lot while I ran into JoAnns begging me with all his mercy to come save him from the toxic fumes. You should have seen my face when I realized how bad it was and it was even worse when I chuckled through the "uhhhhh yeeeaaa, I didn't grab the wipes" That was a memorable moment. Although, I did use my resources and fixed him up and "saved the day"

I'm a Mom who feeds my kid baby food from a jar, I have yet to master the kitchen let alone organic pureed food. Fail. I'll be lucky to master the basics by time he starts eating real table food. Sloppy Joes for the 45th time, sure why not?!

I am a Mom who would rather play on the floor and get constant chuckles than make our bed or wash the floors. I start laundry and forget about it. I tend to do many double washes.

I'm guilty of turning on Elmo's World so I could unload the dishwasher. The kid has ADD built into his DNA, a little bit of a furry red puppet that talks in a high pitch voice is going to change that.

On the other hand, I am a Mom that takes every moment good and bad as a blessing. I thank up above that he is teething and wakes up 4 times a night. I look forward to early mornings when he starts to whimper and smiles when you go to get him. I wouldn't trade that moment every morning for the world.

I let him have licks of ice cream and frosting from my cake. I have a hard time letting him cry it out at nap time, those falling tears and red cheeks with the desperate look rips my heart in two. I'm a mom who sticks to a routine in terms of feeds and naps, it gives me control of something in my chaotic random ADD life.

I worry about things like his safety, future education, a roof over his head and food to put on the table. I won't fret over dirt and germs, it does the body good and he's a boy. Dirt is the definition of boys. I mean, I do have dirty geckos running around our house. (still haven't caught the sucker)

I see everyday as a blessing, as many of you do too. I complain and whine about a lot of things (ask Chris) and I am OCD about random things like tweezing my eyebrows. I don't wear make-up 75% of the time. I wait till there's nothing to wear until I do laundry. I use the dryer as an iron more often than not. I set reminders in my phone to pay bills so water and electric doesn't get shut off.!I'm so NOT perfect. I laugh at my mistakes.I know there's other things that are more important to me, like CC. Spending time with him, enjoying the good and the bad.
So if that means I need to unload the dishwasher, go ahead, watch Elmo baby boy- Big bird had me counting to 10 before all my friends. It's gotta be good for something.

And that's me in a nutshell. Simple, laid back and most of all random.

After proof reading this... I sure do sound like a whack that lives in a pig sty and doesn't pay her bills and lets CC play in dirt and not bath him while I am wearing a mumu, rollers in my hair and no make-up. HA!

Disclaimer: I in no way judge ANY type of parenting. Unless your driving with your kids unbuckled and leaving them home alone in a crib while you go out clubbing... then I judge.