What can I say? I'm human, after all.

I'm obsessive about wearing my bicycle helmet when I'm riding around.  Course it took me flipping over my handle bars and hitting my bare, unprotected head in front of a crowd of people about twenty-five years ago to convince me to start wearing one.  And I love my helmet.  It's cool, it's black, it's not one of those oblong-shaped ones you see a lot.  Nope, it's an awesome BMX/skateboard one and I feel like a super cool kid when I'm riding around town.

OK, enough about me.  Well, sort of, anyway.

You know how bike helmets are supposed to keep your head safe from injury, right?  Well, I learned a lesson about just that today that may toss that out the window.  You see, when I arrived at school this morning I took my bike lights off my bike, went to my classroom, took off my helmet, placed my bike lights in my helmet, and proceeded to work with my lovely students all day.  Then, when it was time to go, I picked up said helmet, raised it above my head, turned it over, and BAM, BAM!!!  My front and rear bike lights nailed me right on the top of my head!

So I suppose it might not be the helmet to blame and there's the tiniest chance that it could have been human error. 

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Mean Mom Alert!

Yup.  Tis true.  I'm officially a mean mom...again.

You see, I've officially stopped making food for my kid.  I know, sounds awful...but the thing is, nothing else was working.  The kid was assigned a summer reading project (personally, I think it's mean to assign a kid an assignment over the summer) and he won't read the book.  And it's a great book.  One of my favorites ever.

We've tried:

- no friends over
- no sleep overs
- no technology

And we've had no results...at all.

So, today when he let me know that he was starving as soon as I got home from work, and I found out that he still hadn't read, well, I told him I was done cooking for him.

And did I create a passionate reader?  Well, no.  But I did create a kid who has since displayed an amazing ability to cook for himself.

Thinking that makes my parenting moment not a total fail, right?

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Oversharing

Sometimes I overshare.  It's a burden to friends and family and possibly straight-up obnoxious to strangers.  Sigh....

Like the other day when the Fedex lady showed up with a package.  I got super excited, as I'm apt to do if a brown cardboard box or a large gray bag arrives.


Me:  "Oh, yay!"  I'm so glad you're here!  That's the bikini bottoms I ordered to replace the ones I have on right now that I totally worn out!"

 Nice Fedex Lady:  "Oh, OK."  And then she giggled politely and pretty much sprinted back to her truck.


I didn't care...I had my new bikini bottoms and I would be ashamed no more by my tattered suit.

Only it wasn't my bikini bottoms, it was swim trunks I'd ordered for my kid.  So off I went, disappointed, in my threadbare duds.

And what happened at the pool that night?  My favorite eleven year old in the whole wide world looked at me and said, as I walked by the pool, "This isn't happening!!!"  And then he covered his eyes.

Yup, this mama is lookin' gooooooood!

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