Intro to my crazy world

I'm a mom. A working mom, which if you ask some people in my 'family' makes me sub-par. If you're one of those people, good for you. It makes me a better mom. I'm not exactly what you call patient (a virtue I'm learning as I try to teach my kids), and going to work fills up my patience meter so that I can appreciate my kids when I get home.

I don't care what you do with your kids (as long as you're doing the best you can) and nothing you say will change how I raise mine.
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I have 3 basic people I go to for 'mom' advice, I know who to go to depending on the response I want.

My Mom-She raised 4 kids, by herself for the most part. She is overprotective enough to not tell me to keep my kid who obviously needs stitches home till morning, but rational enough to tell me when I'm being overprotective-paranoid. She's who I go to when I want sane, rational advice.

My sister-She has 4* kids. (1 step, 2 f her own and 1 on the way) She is the crazy-over-protective-i read too much on the Internet and believe all of it-who i call when i want someone to justify my craziness mom. There is always something wrong with her kids. ALWAYS.

My best friend-She has 2 kids of her own. She is a hardworking, stay at home mom, with a very uninvolved husband. I love her. She lets me cry, yell, vent, whatever before I even ask her how she is, and knows I'll do the same for her. I love her husband too, but I SO lucked out in the husband/daddy department, and NO ONE is as involved as he is.
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My kids are hilarious. I don't know where they got their personalities from. Most days I'm laughing too hard at them to discipline them. At least they got their looks from me. I ain't gonna lie...I make friggin cute babies.

My daughter, my "punks", is 3 going on 16. She has inherited my temper and shoe addiction. Just yesterday we went to Old Navy and she told me she needed purple flip flops. when asked why, she simply responded "I don't have that color." Crap. Not bad when we're talking about $3 flip flops in toddler sizes. I'm screwed when she inevitably gets my huge feet, and wants to go to DSW or Famous every day. (We live in hickville, it's as good as it gets)

My son, bugs, is 2 and thinks he can do everything the bigger kids do. Don't most 2 year olds? Problem is he usually does them, has no fear and usually gets hurt. Good thing is he's only 2 and "kids bounce." So told to me by the paramedic that recently responded to my 911 call. Apparently they do...If I'd have fallen the way he did, I'd still be in the hospital in traction.
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All-in-all we're a pretty normal family. I must clarify that by saying we're normal. Our extended family is, for the most part, NOT.