Some people call it “parenting.” It’s an intense roller coaster of constant chaotic sounds; pitter-patter of adorable, yet never-ceasing, little feet; things getting broken; emotional ups and downs … all in addition to the regular duties, chores, and responsibilities of a normal American household.
Who said being a mom isn't full-time job? Sometimes laughter is needed to survive the more intense days, because without it we would be in tears.
From epic melt-downs in the most public of places, to your sweet little preschooler loudly asking you why the lady in line ahead of you is “so fat”. These are some of the cringe-worthy mom moments. Mother’s Day is the perfect time to celebrate and find the humor in these moments that make you want to bury your head and pretend these kids belong to someone else.
Parenthood is not for sissies. From the funny to the bizarre, Louis uses humor to shine light on the most important job in the world - motherhood.
As a mom, I cried at the wild and crazy things children do every day. We’ve all been there. As a grandmother, I can smile at them, because they are wonderful and I look at them differently. No harm in a little spilled milk.
The Mommy Diaries chronicles the family life of an everyday mom trying to navigate the waters of parenting. Louis walks readers through her most embarrassing moments and some of her more bizarre emergency room trips. She also sheds light on the husband/wife dynamic and the twists and turns a marriage takes when kids (and household projects) enter the mix.
With chapters such as “You Shoved WHAT up Your Nose?” and “Why Some Animals Eat Their Young”, Louis shares her parenting lessons with a generous dose of humor. Through it all, she also shares her source of strength and the means by which she not only perseveres through her day, but also finds the joy amidst the chaos: God.
The journey is a long, crazy one. But, if you're a mom, you know it's one worth traveling.
One Sunday, we were sitting in the second pew, directly behind the preaching pastor. My oldest son, evidently bored, took off one of his Silly Bandz and began playing with it, quickly losing control. We found out that they shoot almost as far as real rubber bands when the escaped Silly Band zinged the pastor in the ear, making him jump, which made us jump, and set off an
The people behind us were laughing so hard, the praying pastor had to stop and collect himself before continuing. I now have to sit my little puppet master on the outside of the pew.
When I walked out, I noticed that the hotel room was filled with smoke! The two little ones, while left unattended for all of a minute and a half, had managed to set the air conditioner on fire! They pushed all of the buttons on the A/C and heater causing the machine to over-heat. The hotel had to be evacuated.
The students and their families that are in between events usually wait in the cafeteria. That's where we were...until the fire alarm was pulled. Brilliant. Five hundred people evacuated the area, while I rained questions down such as, "What were you thinking?!" and "Why in the world...." I was met with, "I just wanted to see what it would do."
My son, during his nighttime wanderings, consistently mistook his closet for the restroom, dousing the floor and the wall. Fantastic. We had to replace the carpet and repaint.
That wouldn't have been such a big deal if we had not just been to the ER twice in the last two months for both boys already!
I came unhinged. When I finally calmed down enough to ask, "What in the world were you thinking??", his reply was, "Mom. It's church. I couldn't yell, and there's a note on it for Jody."
Both of her eyes immediately started to turn black and blue. My husband and I were in complete shock. When asked why he had done this, my son said, "Well, I was trying to kill her." Terrific.
Thankfully the kids did great during the ceremony - it was the reception that did us in. There was a small crowd gathered at the foot of a beautiful curved staircase, so I wandered over to check things out. Just as I reached the edge of the crowd, the photographer turned around with a huge smile and said, "I got it that time!" Everyone was giggling. What were they giggling at?
A miniature vision in white, laying in a laughing, crumpled heap on the floor. My daughter, the sweetest flower girl ever had done an impressive swan dive from the fifth step up. Everyone turned to look at me. I hitched up my floor-length gown, stepped over my laughing child, said, "Someone should go find her father" and walked away.
He did well with two out of the three princesses, but it was that third one that got us. Cinderella happened to be the final princess of our royal encounter, and also my two-year-old's favorite. When she bent down to hug him, he ran forward to grab her. In short, there was a massive collision that ended with Cinderella on her back, my child wrapped around her neck, her dress up almost over her head, and her princess secret-service detail screaming into their head-sets, "PRINCESS DOWN! WE HAVE A PRINCESS DOWN!"
My husband and I just stood there. There was nothing we could do. No one could untangle our little one from her, so they picked them both up at once. That quickly ended our session with the princesses.
DALLAS LOUIS, when not corralling her precious children, is a sought-after speaker to various women’s and parenting groups across the country. Released in spring 2011, her first book, Girlfriends, Giggles & God, is a 31-day devotional for women. She lives in Houston with her husband and three children, ages 8, 9 and 10. To learn more, visit her family/parenting blog, DallasLouis.com.
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