Mommin’ It

Around here, we do a lot of things just the boy and me. Most of the time, this works just fine. Then there are the times you finish lunch and have three drinks, leftovers, and your pastries (yum) about the time a bathroom break is necessary. What’s a mom to do? Take it all into the germy restroom with us? Leave it and risk losing it all to the bus boys?

Nope. Write a note!

Note
We’ll be right back! : )

 
I mean, what else could I do? I just had to mom it! Then, of course, I had to snap a photo when it was successful. Livin’ the iPhone photo life, that’s me. The boy was so excited that the note worked. I was just thinking about all the things moms just have to do on a whim. Don’t know what to do? Just make it up.

Right before I sat down to write this, I read about a mom with her kids on a blanket in the trunk at a rest stop while she made sandwiches. That’s mommin’ it! We utilize our surroundings to the best of our ability to make it work. Remember my kid in the stitched up, backwards jammers? Mommin’ it.

What have you done to mom it lately?

7 Comments

  1. I love that term–mom it!

    My little had a very big poop diaper and the public bathroom was so filthy I couldn't bring myself to change him there so I used the trunk of the car as a changing table alternative. Haha, I'm sure people thought I was crazy!

  2. My husband is pretty amused when he sees me "mom it", partly because of how nonchalant I've become about it. I don't even really think about it many times because, like you said, it's making use of what you have for the best solution available even if it's a bit unorthodox, and it also tends to happen when things are time-sensitive (like bathroom breaks!).

  3. I fed my kid in the grocery store because they always get hungry in the grocery store. Hungry sweetie, have a slice of Kraft American Singles. Still hungry darling, eat this yogurt with the plastic spoons I just bought. I've checked out a lot of empty wrappers in my day. I also used the tail gate of the Wagoneer as a changing table (it was carpeted), sometimes on the historic square of beautiful downtown Granbury in front of God and everybody. Ok, she was on infant, but still. Being a mom isn't for sissies. Sometime you just have to wing it and act like it's the most natural thing in the world. Good times.

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