I take it back

The boys have been quite a handful lately. I've been taking them out a lot, and I've realized that judging people's parenting has come back to bite me in the ass. Allow me to explain:

Pre kids: Witnessing a parent drag their screaming child from point A to point B. Horrific!

Me with kids: Cameron HATES the cry room in church; however, he is incapable of closing his mouth for an hour so we have to sit in the cry room. As we are walking back from communion, I am holding Cameron's hand. He's cheesing it up for the crowd and shaking hands until he's stopped dead in his tracks and realizes we're going back into the cry room. Cue tantrum. He throws himself on the floor so that he's lying facing the ceiling of the church and he is now screaming. Begin judgment. I grab the kid by one arm and stand him up. The feet won't budge. I don't have another arm to pick him up so I use the arm pit technique. Wrap him up under the arm pits and just pray (ironic) you don't drop one of them.


Pre kids: Shocked that parents will sit back and let their kids beat up on each other.

Me with kids: Yeah Cameron's riding Jack like he is a horsey. It is a cute picture though.

Pre kids: Why do people insist on taking pictures of their kids in the tub?

Me with kids: And here's the picture. And no, I don't have an answer to the above question.


Pre kids: Why do moms with young kids always look so frazzled and not put together? I would never go out looking sloppy.

Me with kids: Okay so I regularly leave the house without makeup and several times I have gone into a public place into my jammies. If I am being completely honest, twice I have forgotten a bra (no one would notice anyway) and once I forgot underwear. Not sure if I was just sleep deprived or if I was behind on laundry, but oddly I didn't even realize it until I was already in CVS.