Toddlers: Untamed Hearts

I’ve been told many times that my life should be recorded, or that I should do stand up comedy. Hardy-har-har. Probably because the joke’s always on me right? So, I’ve mentioned a few times that both of my girls have my wild untamed heart. It’s true. They’re both wild in their own ways as am I. But my little one, oh boy is she giving me a run for my money. You know, I haven’t quite figured out why I’m being punished. 

My mom tells me I was a good girl. Excellent in fact. I ate everything she made me, even told her what a great cook she was, I spoke in clear complete sentences by the time I was a year old. I took my naps, I was early to rise and early to go to bed. My kindergarten teacher Mrs. Stephenson told my mom I was the best napper in class. I was a bit of an over achiever if you ask me. 

My little one on the other hand is on a mission from God (I believe this to be true with all my heart) to allow me the opportunity to test my better judgement or just straight up see if I can live the rest of my life in martyrdom. 
Anyway, we were out buying some scratch off lottery tickets a few weeks ago. It was a warm Texas day. I was wearing my green cropped muumuu. So it wasn’t an ankle grazing one but cut to the length of the knees. My little one has had a love-hate thing going on with Disney’s Frozen. On this particular day she was loving it. She was singing and swaying the back of my dress from side to side as we waited in line. Despite my many pleads to get her to stop playing with my dress, she continued to ignore my requests and sing. As I got to the counter and I finished paying she was simultaneously ending her rendition of Queen Elsa singing Let it go; Coming to a close while belting out “The cold never bothered me anyway” she made her grand finale by lifting my dress over her head and shoulders exposing my granny panties to everyone waiting in line behind me. 


This would’ve been livable if I had great legs or nice rump. In my mind it should’ve played out like the woman pictured above. 
Instead, as I swatted my hand onto my dress to clamp it down and hide my granny panties, whilst speaking through gritted teeth and telling her we were leaving. I turned to face this. 

The cashier stood frozen, hand covering her mouth and the woman in line behind me shut her eyes and began nodding her head side to side keeping her lips tucked into a tight line where she was fighting off the laughter that was threatening to bust out if she took one look at me. 

I quickly bustled towards the door with my little one close behind and as I reached up to push it open my little one had taken a few steps back into the convenience store to eyeball some hotdogs and announce she was now hungry. I had no choice but to look back and face the people I was so desperately trying to leave behind. 

All I could see was the line of people behind me staring and laughing hysterically. Thanks Pumpkin. Nothing on earth is quite as exciting or humbling as being your mom. 

Life doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful -Monica  
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Hey there everyone, My name is Monica. I am a mom to two girls. I work as a massage therapist at a local resort and spa and I absolutely love what I do. It's been very spiritually awakening to have this calling in life. As I've gotten older I've found blogging to be very therapeutic and I'm really enjoying everything I'm learning. My life is simultaneously simple and chaotic. I find myself surviving off of caffeine, carbs, my wits, some wine, yoga & a little bit of gangsta rap. I truly believe motherhood is thug life. If you're not managing and running the show like The Godfather then these hooligans we love so much will run all over us. God bless 'em. My life would be...well, I don't know what it would be, because my mind seems to have run off many moons ago.

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  1. oh my goodnes. I have one of those girls too, her name is Gabby. But know what, crazy things like this can happen with no kids too–My husband was at walmart one day wearing loose basketball shorts. He went to go pay for a box of bullets and when he took the wallet out of his pocket his shorts must have fallen down. Thing is, he didn’t notice!! The cashier said Dude, your pants just fell down!!!!! I am dying laughing right now—–but anyways, as he goes to pick up his shorts he knocks over his box of bullets. So now his shorts are down, he’s holding up the line and he’s picking up 9mm bullets from everywhere!! 🙂

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