I would not consider myself a “Pinterest Mom.”
I try really hard to do cute little crafts and things with the Circus, but 9 times out of 10, I end up reaching for the Paint with Water Lisa Frank book rather than making something constructed with pipe cleaners, glitter and an old juice bottle. And seriously, it’s freakin’ Lisa Frank! It’s like I get to relive all the brightly neon colored dreams of my childhood again!
I’ve never made her Mickey shaped pancakes or even put a smiley face on her pancakes with bacon and grapes. Hell, I don’t even make the pancakes around here, Grunt Labor does.
When it’s party time at school, I’m the parent rolling in on two wheels at the grocery story, already running five minutes late for school, to pick up a package of cookies that the bakery in the store made.
But at Christmas, I try a little harder.
At Christmas, I sit down with the Circus and she paints a Christmas ornament for all her grandparents, aunts and uncles. And I always make a “Circus Calendar” for all the grandparents and aunts and uncles too.
The calendar is always a hit with everyone and Great Grandma proclaims it is her favorite gift of the year.
Now usually, I’m flying by the seat of my pants on getting these calendars done before Christmas and sometimes find myself even having to pay a small fortune for two-day or overnight shipping to get it here on time.
This past year though, I had those bad boys done and in hand by the end of November. Who was winning Christmas? This girl right here.
Great Grandma and my in-laws both received their calendars a day or two before Christmas and the rest of the family got theirs on Christmas Day. It was on that day when my cousin discovered and made public the great Christmas screw-up of 2016.
She found a lovely form of language on the cover of the calendar that I had not once noticed. And nor had Grunt Labor who had this same picture as his locked home screen on his phone for a few months that year.
Have you spotted it yet?
Left side. Right around the pink t-shirt.
Yep, you found it, didn’t you?
I put a picture of my kid right beside the f-bomb on the cover of the 2017 calendar.
And once you see it, that is what your eyes go to every. single. time.
If that doesn’t solidify my Mom of the Year award, I don’t know what will.
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