Confessions of a Professional Mom

Confessions of a Professional Mom

Professional mom seeking clarity, balance and a well deserved glass of wine.

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Stop Staring at Me

May 8, 2012 , , , , , ,

blink blink. stare stare.







Blink. Blink. Stare…..

“Mom, are you ready yet?” “Mom, we need to go!” “Mom look at this scratch on my wrist.” “Mom, how much longer?”

Blink. Blink. Stare….

My kids do this weird thing in the morning. As soon as they’re ready, they end up in my bathroom staring at me. Just so you know, my bathroom does not contain enough oxygen for one mother-moving-at-the-speed-of-sound AND two annoying children.

However, this is what they do. Stand there and stare at me. Do they think this helps me get ready faster? After I’ve pried them out of a dreamy sleep, folded a load of laundry and tossed another in the dryer so their requested apparel is ready to wear, made breakfast, let the dog out, made sure he has fresh water (since somebody forgot and I’m surprised he hasn’t croaked from dehydration yet), made my bed (well, sometimes), broken up a fight, answered thirty-five questions, pondered what to wear to my meeting today and contemplated how to impress five intimidating men in suits who don’t believe in the value of marketing.

The answer is NO! Staring will only piss me off and cause bad parenting to leak from my mouth. Run children! Run away quickly! Let me get ready in peace.

I promise, I’ll be ready in a sec. I need time to strap on my super cape.

Are my kids the only ones who do the stare down?

Stay sane, my friends.


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That picture just freaked me out!!! I’m petrified of dolls. Glad I had all boys. They have no interest in watching me get ready for work so I can’t relate there. I just get my eye-lids pulled up “wake up mommy!!” “wake up!”


hahhahaaa… Kids, dogs..face it, you’re just mesmerizing.



May 8, 2012

hahahhaaaa.. kids, dogs… face it, you’re just mesmerizing..



May 8, 2012

My kids are too young to take part in the staring. My son is still an infant so he sits in a little chair, gnawing on his hands. My daughter just bumps around until I tell her it’s time to go. Then she runs away, sometimes first having removed all of the clothing I wrestled onto her a few minutes ago.


Hop Dad

May 14, 2012

That’s awesome! Thank you so much for sharing that. Yeah, the changing of the clothes is a sanity breaker, isn’t it?! WTH


Allison DeFord

May 14, 2012

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